AN: Alright, here is the story so many of you have been waiting for. Before we begin I must make two things very clear. ONE: This probably will not be updated on a weekly basis like my other stories have been. It will kind of depend on when ideas come to me. And TWO: In case you missed it last time, this is not a plot driven fanfiction like Savior and GA. These will be more loosly connected oneshots, mostly fluffy with maybe some angst thrown in for fun. For those of you who enjoyed the last two chapters of GA this story will be for you. For something more plot driven look at A Learning Experience.

This is the sequal to Guardian Angel, which was the sequel to Savior. It can be read without reading the others, but previous events may be referenced to in this one.

Thanks to all my readers and reviewers, you've made me feel very special in this fandom. So without anymore rambling, onto the story!

Disclaimer: I will say this once, I don't own Death Note.

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Chapter one: Sunburns

The summer heat was worse here. It was often sunny, hot, and very humid. It was a sticky heat, the type of heat that started off low but made you hot anyway. It was the type of heat that made your body feel as if it was on fire. The type of heat that made you lazy, ill, and promised sunburn if you lingered in it too long.

In retrospect, I don't know why I decided to go to the beach with Mello.

We were on a celebration trip right now. We had finally bought our house, but right now it was going through several touchups, hence the vacation. After this week we would have a lot to do, from shopping to decorating to just getting used to having rooms with four walls and a door. It had been a long time since either of us lived in a house.

We had taken trips to several places after Wammy's, but we never really spent much time in America. I suppose one could argue that Hawaii isn't exactly America since it's an island, but most people are idiots anyway.

There was one problem with our location, which is why I think Mello tried to avoid areas mostly populated by beaches. I was a redhead. I'm rather fond of my hair myself, and I know Mello is too, but the fact of the matter is redheads simply have trouble in sunlight. It's not a stereotype; it is simply biology and logic. Redheads are very susceptible to sunburns, and rather bad ones at that.

Not only that but I had never been particularly good with heat. I managed okay of course, but if I was exposed to heat and humidity for too long I would start to feel ill. Heat exhaustion and heat stroke were all very real possibilities for me. Luckily I had never experience the latter, but I had gotten pretty close to the former before.

We hadn't ventured to the beach in actual daylight yet. Mello argued, but I didn't count now, during sunset, as daylight. It was very romantic though.

With not only money but L's influence, we had been able to reserve a much more private area. This particular beach was not even open to the public. I smiled and leaned against Mello, watching as the sun sank beneath the horizon. "Mello, let's go to the beach tomorrow."

"We're at the beach," he murmured, lightly toying with my hair and not turning to face me.

I shook my head. "I mean really go to the beach. We'll take towels, a picnic lunch, the works.

"I don't think that's a good idea Matt," Mello told me. "You always said redheads aren't meant to be in sunlight. You're already bad enough in the heat without adding sunburn to it."

"I'll be fine," I reassured him. "Besides I know you want to go."

"Not that badly."

"Come on Mello, please?" I whined, clinging to his arm. "It'll be fun. We can swim in the ocean and eat our lunch and sit on our towels and read and go in the water. And this could be our only chance to do it without being stared at by other people."

I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, but I'm sure his eyes narrowed at that last part. "I don't care what those self-righteous assholes think about you and me."

I kissed his bare shoulder gently. "Neither do I, but this way you won't lose your temper and beat anyone to a pulp or shoot anyone."

"Stop exaggerating! I've never shot anyone!"

"You would have if you had a gun at the time."

"Well that is irrelevant because I did not have a gun, and therefore I did not shoot that arrogant prick that was harassing you while I was inside picking up dinner." It was obvious by his tone that he was still bitter about that particular experience.

I leaned up to capture his lips. He responded instantly, arms drawing me closer. I moaned slightly as I pulled away, shifting so I was sitting on his lap. I leaned in for another kiss, eyes fluttering shut. We continued these activities for several minutes before I pulled back, laying my head against his chest. "I appreciate you always looking out for me. You know I love you. I know that you'd like to spend a day at the beach. Let me do this for you. Please?"

"If it's that important to you," he said finally.

The next day we took our towels, lunch and a cooler down to the beach. It was only noon, but it was already very warm. Mello had pulled his hair back into a ponytail which I found absolutely adorable. We set up our towels and sat down to enjoy the day.

It was rather relaxing at first. We sat around and joked, exchanged kisses, and set out lunch. There was something fun about eating at the beach. Both of us stayed hydrated with the water we had brought in the cooler, and I was having a good time.

Mello applied more sunscreen to me every hour, hoping it would stop me from burning. I wasn't sure how much it would help, but it was worth a try.

We had never gone to the beach when we were growing up. With our home lives, it just hadn't been possible. My dad barely left the house unless it was to gamble or buy more alcohol, he would never take me to a beach. My mother certainly wouldn't take me either, since she hated me just as much as my dad.

At least Mello's mother hadn't hated him, not like she liked him all that much either. Either way we had never gotten to do the standard kid things at the beach. We made up for it now, constructing a large sandcastle far away from the ocean. We sculpted doors and windows and decorated with rocks and shells. It was pretty magnificent, at least in my eyes.

My favorite part was playing in the water. The ocean was cool and refreshing, and I never thought I could enjoy simple swimming so much. Jumping over waves was amusing, and just attempting to dunk Mello led to an all out water fight (which in the end we agreed was a tie).

Several hours later I was getting tired, and we had settled in the sand. I was just relaxing, but Mello was reading. That's when I started to feel my skin burning.

It wasn't bad at first, but it was there. As the hour passed it started to get worse. I started to get very warm as well, after not being in the water for a while. I sighed to myself, recognizing the feeling. I wasn't a stranger to burns, so I asked Mello to put more sunscreen on my shoulders and back, in the hopes that it would keep the burn at bay.

It didn't seem to help. My skin felt like it was on fire. Not all of it, but my arms and shoulders were burning, despite the amount of sunscreen I had on. I was having fun, but the sun was killing me. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to get my skin away from the sun. Finally I stood. "I'm going in the water," I told him.

The water soothed my skin instantly. At least I knew I wasn't burned yet, or the water would have just hurt. Or maybe I was just so hot that I wasn't noticing. Either way it just felt nice, and I relaxed in the water.

"Enjoying the beach?" Mello's voice came from behind me. I smiled and turned to face him, splashing him playfully.

"Yes. Are you?" An answer wasn't needed though, I could see it in his eyes that he was having fun. I was glad. It wasn't like we'd spend many more days at the beach. I wasn't willing to suffer burns all that often.

We returned to our towels not long after. Mello returned to his book and I sat back, watching the white clouds in the sky. It was a beautiful day…now if only those clouds would move a little closer to the sun…

It was nearly unbearable now. Heat was simply radiating from my arms, and especially my shoulders. Mello seemed so relaxed though, and I didn't want to bother him. Despite only wearing swim trunks, and despite the water I had been drinking, I was really feeling overheated. Several hours had passed and we'd probably head back soon anyway, so I took another drink of water and tried to relax.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Mello glanced at me and said we should probably pack up. We gathered our stuff and walked back to the cabin.

"You're getting red," Mello remarked once we were inside.

"I'm fine," I lied, sitting gingerly on the couch. It wasn't as bad as I had expected. Despite only wearing swim trunks because of the heat, I hadn't gotten burned on my legs at all. They were getting a little pink, but they weren't hurting me. That was shocking.

Sadly though that was the only place not really hurting. My chest was feeling kind of warm, as was my face, but my arms and shoulders were still burning. The skin around them felt tight, and they hurt even though I didn't have a shirt on.

It got worse as time went by. Even inside the air conditioning I felt so hot. I had tried to lay back on the couch but my back had exploded, so now I was just sitting up, trying to stop the pain.

"I told you it was a bad idea," Mello said, leaning in to kiss me carefully on the lips while making sure not to touch my skin. 'I'll go get the aloe," he told me, then vanished into the bathroom. He emerged a minute later and sat behind me, pouring some aloe on his hand and beginning to spread it on my shoulder. I cringed away; the aloe was so cold on my skin. Mello tightened his grip around my wrist and continued to spread it over my burns.

Normally I'd enjoy having his hands all over me, but now it just hurt. "Mello it hurts," I whimpered pathetically.

He kissed my head softly. "I know baby, but you'll be fine. I think we should avoid beaches for a while though."

"But you had fun, I could tell," I protested. "I don't want you to not enjoy yourself because of me."

He paused, looking me directly in the eyes. "I don't enjoy myself when you're in pain. I'd rather sit inside and watch you contently play your games than enjoy a day at the beach but see you miserable for days afterwards. One day was enough."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, relaxing now that the aloe had removed the majority of the pain, at least for several hours. His arm settled carefully around my waist and I closed my eyes.

Despite the burn, it had been a fun day. I certainly would not be suffering a sunburn for anyone but Mello though.

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AN: And chapter one is finished! Good thing too, after seeing Harry Potter tonight who knows when I would have gotten back to this xD I'm so excited you guys.

So I hope everyone enjoyed the fluff. Thanks for reading!