"Heart-shaped Box"

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Fuzzy eyes opened, blinking, searching for the bedside clock. 'Shit.' Mello poked his snoozing partner-in-crime in the skull. "Mff." Again. "Fmm." Again. Harder. "Matt." "Muhh…" "Matt!" Jab. "Ow! The hell?" "Get your ass up and get some food and stuff." "Later…" Jab. "Now!" "Arrgh! Fine!" Mello smirked, satisfied. His head hit the pillow and he was out again.

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Matt had his keys in hand, and was about to leave, when he remembered—"Oh yeah…" The hacker rummaged through his massive game pile until he found it. He scooted to the kitchen, setting the red box on the tabletop, and left without a sound.

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Eight year old Mail Jeevas had been saving up his money to buy Resident Evil 2 for his birthday. (He'd been forced to wait a couple of weeks, because it didn't come out until the 12th.) While he was on his way out of the shop, something caught his eye from the convenience store across the street. Out of curiosity, he wandered over. It wasn't expensive, and he had a bit of money left over, so he bought it. For Mello. His Best Friend Forever.

He felt a little embarrassed about it, so he decided to give it to the blonde anonymously. On the morn of February 14th, it was tucked under his shirt as he scooted to the bathroom. When he was sure nobody would see him, he put it outside Mello's room. Later, he popped his head into said person's doorway (as he did every day). "Hey, Mells! What's that?" "Hear chocolate. Someone left it. Probably one of my adoring fans." He stepped in. "Che." The box was empty, save for a few stragglers. The blonde stretched the box out to his friend. "Matt—you like any of these?" The redhead glanced over to the proffered box. "Sure." "There's some weird ones. It'd be a shame to waste chocolate… maybe I could just eat it off…" Mello mused, and Matt popped a molasses chew into his mouth. "Hm. Not bad." The blonde half-cringed, and tossed the scarlet box to him. "Here, knock yourself out."

The next year it was the same. Matt would secretly buy the best heart he could afford, and leave it for Mello to find. Mello would then give the gross ones to Matt.

Until he left.

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Mello woke up forty minutes later, and flopped out of bed. He shimmied into a pair of super-tight drainpipes and a loose white T-shirt. He finger-combed his hair on the way to the kitchen. "Matt better get back soon, I'm—" His breath hitched for just a second. Sitting on the table was a shiny, red, heart-shaped box with Japanese writing emblazoned across the top. Reflexively, he looked at the calendar. 'I'll be damned…' "Mail, you sneaky bitch."

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Matt kicked the door closed behind him, hands full of groceries. "Honey, I'm home!" He sauntered into the kitchen to find Mello gazing at the nearly empty heart box. The blonde looked up at him and beamed. Matt set the bags on the counter, and Mello extended the box to him. "Hey, you like any of these?" Matt smiled. "Sure."


Did ya like it? Cute, huh? Just to clear up some things... Matt and Mello aren't "together" in this. It was like a... 'holy fuck it was Matt all along!' type of dealy... also, I don't know if they sell those gross-ass gamble chocolates (jim gaffigan fans, you know who you are) in Japan, but.. meh. whatevs. my fic, my rules! Oh, and Resident Evil 2 was released on February 12th, 1998, and Matt was born February 1st, 1990, so the dates sync up. And I'm pretty sure that any orphan with the mind and intelligence of an adult would be playing such a graphically violent game at the tender age of... well, Resident Evil came out a couple years before that, so.. about 6.

So yeah. Thanks for reading! Pleeeeeeeeeeeese review! and fave! and tell your friends! ^.^