Title: (B)Itch Fit
Summary: Mello gets a cat, knowing that a certain redhead is allergic. So, Matt gets even, and it becomes a battle of tolerance. Who will snap first? Sickly Matt or a very determined but angry Mello?
Disclaimer: I don't own DN or anything referenced.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
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Prologue:
It started with the itchy eyes. It was nothing substantial but the prickling sensation soon urged the redhead to rub. And though the instinctual watering soothed the irritation, it got worse. Then came the itchy nose, which then grew to support congestion. Before long, hives had broken across the arms, chest and neck of the redhead, who holed himself up in his room in hopes of lessening the cause.
Drinking liquid allergy syrups and gargling salt water did nothing to rid the redhead of his problems.
Then came the sneezing, and it wasn't just one or two, it was forty or fifty consecutive ones that left him panting, breathless. His face was tinged pink an his chest heaved. He breathed through his mouth to compensate for his stuffy nasal cavities.
His ears were reacting as if he'd lost cabin pressure; everything seemed so far away.
Chills climbed up his spine and left his arms and legs with goose bumps.
Even though he piled on layers of clothing and had a blanket around his shoulders and over his lap, his hands shook too much to properly hold the controller and play a game.
After days of this going on -possibly a week, the redhead slipped on his slippers and threw open his bedroom door; he stalked the halls, sneezing in fits and covering his mouth to reduce the spread of germs.
When his congestion broke up, it was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he could breathe more adequately, and a curse because he could smell the foul ammonia stench of an untreated litter pan.
Yes, litter… As in, the stuff a cat uses in place of plumbing.
More sneezing. Eyes red and puffy and swollen. Overall sickness but no fever. OTC meds that don't quite work and cause excessive drowsiness.
All because his roommate and friend had to bring a cat into the house.
"Mellooo," the redhead groaned, his voice not quite his own, riddled with phlegm in constricted vessels. "Mello, we need to talk." Upon entering the kitchen, the first thing he's greeted with is a hiss. He then notices the creature of his disdain.
A small striped animal with a white face and large eyes perched on the table, claws out and mouth open to reveal tiny, sandpapery teeth as it attempted to be threatening.
"Stupid cat," murmured the redhead, stifling another sneeze and groaning afterward. "Stupid Mello for wanting a stupid cat." Just then, he caught sight of a note tacked to the fridge with a cliché I *heart* PUSSY magnet. (There was a cat on the magnet.)
Moving closer to the fridge and note, he read:
Matt,
Had to go out; got called in for work.
Feed Durden while I'm gone. Twice a day. His food's in the corner of the pantry.
Thanks.
-M
Letting out an indignant whine, Matt glanced from the note to Durden the cat. "I hate you," he mouthed silently, glaring with the improbable intent of making it spontaneously combust.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his leer turned into a smile, and it would've been a perfectly evil smile had he not sneezed just then.
Yeah, Mello could get a cat, knowing perfectly well that the redhead was allergic, but Matt knew exactly how to get even.
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/Prologue's complete. 1st chappie will reveal how Matt intends to get even with Mello. -Review!/