It an ordinary, monotonous, boring, unexciting, gloomy, uninteresting day for the blonde, chocolate-loving gang leader, and as he went about his business which can be described by all the adjectives previously used to describe his day in general, he, not very surprisingly, became extremely bored.

As he munched on a bar of chocolate, as he always seemed to have one with him, he glanced at a rack of magazines in a nearby convienience store. On the cover of several fashion magazines, displayed in the front, was a photograph of the up-and-coming model, Amane Misa. Hn...always the same old magazines, with the same old over-commercialized models...who's even stupid enough to read this trash!? Actually, prior to thinking that, he had been wanting to pick up a copy, but had realized he didn't have any extra cash on him, so he was coping with that fact by putting down the magazine and all of it's readers.

The blonde took one more particularly agressive bite out of his chocolate bar before turning on his heel and walking away from the large storefront windows without another thought on the magazine issue.

"Mello..." a readhead murmered, lowering the magazine, one of the ones Mello had just been looking at, from his face as he stood inside the store. Unfortunately for Matt, his old friend was already long gone by the time he made any move to go follow him. Instead, a rather strange scene appeared in front of him: the very same fashion model on the magazine cover ran up and tackled a teenager walking the streets, causing him to let out a surprised yell and attempt to dodge the flying supermodel, but to no avail. He was soon being smothered by her and she seemed completely oblivious to the extreme discomfort she was obviously causing the teenager who, though nobody there could have guessed it, was actually a certain mass-murderer/passer of divine judgement.

Matt's attention was then diverted as he saw something that was almost as strange as the scene a few feet to the right of it. An apple, seemingly suspended in midair, was slowly disappearing as though bites were being taken from it. Of course, if Matt had somehow touched a Death Note, he would have seen a God of Death devouring said apple, which may have been a even stranger of a sight. Despite the small crowd who was now gathering around the apple, which was being devoured by a 'vortex' according to a certain conspiracy freak who happened to be somewhere in the vicinity, and around the celebrity who had appeared and was now surrounded by fanboys who were expressing signs of jealously towards Light, who was nowhere near enjoying himself at the moment.

Meanwhile, Mello, who had noticed the gathering crowds, had taken a few back in the direction of them and not bothered to notice Matt, still standing there, watching everything unfold. As he finished another bite of chocolate, he turned his head in the direction of the model who had just been pushed aside by her savior and the love of her life(at least for now), and blinked as she smiled shyly in his direction and her cheeks turned a faint shade of pink.

He quickly turned his head to the left and right, looking for perhaps some male model or celebrity, but saw no one other than some not-so-good-looking fanboys and a very eccentric looking man who was no doubt there to investigate the 'apple-gulping vortex' incident, which was indeed still going on, as Ryuk had not yet left the scene. A...supermodel...likes...me? What. the. hell? Then again...I'm not complaining. He smirked to himself and took another bite of the chocolate, casting one last glance back at the girl before walking off, thoroughly pleased with himself.