first of mines. next chapter will be added, even if i don't really know how.
ps- i don't own deathnote or ANYBODY. so no blames.
enjoy.
Matt's pov.
Cold… It's so… Uh? What the-... Oh, Mello…
I saw him standing on his knees in front of me. There were about 10cm that were between us in which I couldn't raise my hand to reach his smooth pale skin. I don't know why, what was wrong with me? Something so precious and so close…
"Matt… Hey Matt…"
Such tender voice. I loved the sound of his calm monotone speech. I remember it from the first day we met back there at Wammy's.
I lost some of my memory from the past I've lived so painfully with my mom and dad. Probably got a trauma from being beaten up all the time, being so unprotected. Yes, my parents didn't actually care about my health or my education, though they knew I was very smart for my age. They considered me rather amusing. I was like an unwanted toy, appeared from nowhere- what else could they do with me? Probably just throw away or kill, like other parents did with their mistakes. So yes, I am glad they kept me, otherwise I would have died and never seen the good side of life.
I think I was way too peaceful for them: sitting quietly in my room which had no furniture, no toys, no light- nothing. I could've played there for hours, alone. I didn't need anybody…
Until I met him, the one who will be my only reason to live…
"Hey Matt! Fuckin' get your languid body off the floor and bring me those creepin' guns you should've brought long ago from Mark's. What are you, asleep or something?"
Yep… That definitely was my Mello, no doubt.
Even though he talked monotonously, he liked to yell a lot. And when I say "a lot" I really mean so.
I tried to open my eyes wider to see the look on Mello's face so I could see how mad he was. I guess he understood that I was helpless and couldn't open my eyes clearly and get up as well; I could tell that by the short "pft" he had given me as an answer to my actions. I needed to get up quickly before he begins any harsh moves.
"M-Mel...lo…" is all I could come up with after gathering all the might I had left in me.
So, Matt, prepare to be hit and yelled at because this is what you deserve after not holding yourself together.
"Matt… It's okay, you can be silent if you can't talk, I understand. Relax, don't go anywhere, I'll send someone after them guns. Actually, I wanted to say… that… that I love you, Matty."
…Those were probably some words which I could hear from Mello only in my sweet dreams. No, I couldn't even dream of it, so pleasant the sound is… How-why? Why did he tell me this now? He could've told me earlier so I could tell him that too! Why now, when I'm speechless and can't move?
I slightly moved my arm to see if I could move at all, but realized that there was something that kept me from moving. I looked at Mello's sneering face, it was… Strange. Did he enjoy watching me like this?
"Hey, Matty-boy, what's wrong? Can't move? Aw, so you did drink that coke I gave you huh?"
He began to laugh.
I got rid of the fog in my head and quickly looked behind me. Handcuffs. Wow, Mello, when did you do that? I tried to free my hands from them but they were too tight that it hurt. Then I stopped to even try doing anything.
"M-Mello… What is this all about?" I said with some disturbed voice and looking at him with puppy-eyes so he'll see how serious I was.
But he didn't change his expression and his grin even grew wider.
"Hah, oh Matt, you're so fun to play with!" he said, still monotonously, but this time with a wicked accent, "very fun and enjoyable! You remember the bottle of coke I gave you when you were so busy playing that dumb DS of yours? Well, I wanted attention and you didn't give it to me. This was my decision to give you a soporific-full bottle of coke! Hah, now I get what I want. Now I deserve it."
I remained speechless. Was he kidding me? No, this was him- just the all-so-royal bitch, and all I could do is keep silent and calm, otherwise I'll get what I deserve.
I slightly moved my head to the left so I can avoid Mello's crazy gaze, but he grabbed my hair and pulled it back.
"Ow! Mello, it hurts!" I said, trying to make him feel at least a little bit ashamed, but no use.
"What? Are you scared? I'll be gentle, don't worry, I love you, Matty"
Those words were no longer tender to me, even though I dreamed to hear them for a long-long time…
I knew I would be terrorized for being non-talkative and paying no attention to my prince, but I had no idea what I would get…
