Okay minna! First MattXMello fic (I think... I have to check) Okay so this fic is dedicated to we've got all our junk, who is the winner of the Assumptions Question Contest!*round of applause* Okay so on with the fic!
Summary: Matt is the son of a rich investor and for as long as he can remember Mello, his fraternal twin, has been by his side in the lonely mansion where he has grown up. His peaceful life ends when he begins to question his sanity when he realizes that what he thought was brotherly adoration for his brother is really love. As he struggles with his feelings, his entire life is thrown into turmoil when an unexpected woman claims that Mello is not truely a son of the Jeevas family. Amongst all this chaos is a girl who is determined to make all the chaos even worse. Will Matt's feelings change for his only friend when Mello begins to remember his bloody past, or will he persevere throughout it all and finally stop surpressing his feelings for Mello? MattXMello AU (Rated T for possible future yaoi and some violence)
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Mello, the rest of the story I do own.. No other mentions of characters from DN will be mentioned (unless I change my mind and L makes a magical appearance but I will change the Disclaimer if that happens)
This chappie is entirely in Matt's POV!
A boy in a black shirt and baggy black jeans walked into the room. He's a little taller than me. He's pale with blond hair and I can't help but gape. He's beautiful... I stare at him, awe filled, wondering whether or not he is going to stay for a while. Although I can hardly suppress my glee at having someone my own age here, I keep sitting. For a while my nanny Francesca has been teaching me manners; My reason for using them are simple. I want to impress this boy.
Francesca stares at me, wondering what my over-developed seven year old mind is thinking of; judging by her sigh, it seemed as though she deemed it something she would find out eventually. I tear my gaze away from the tall dark woman, to find a pair of inquisitive green eyes staring into my own brown ones.
"What's your name?" I gulp, not used to any type of closeness; my parents have always traveled a lot. "M-Matt..." I gaze into his eyes,wondering how deep they were; I decided it didn't matter. He pouted and then crossed his arms. "I'm Mello.." Then a smirk that looked more feral than nice appeared on his face. "But that's not my real name. No one will tell me what it is. They say that I have 'induced amnesia' and that I'm better off not knowing.." He uncrosses his arms and then clenches his small fists and somehow I resist the urge to not laugh. I raise an eyebrow and then smile kindly. "How about I help you find out what it is. Everyone gives me what I want, 'cos my daddy told them to.. Most of the time I just keep quiet though... It's lonely here." I can feel my eyes close slightly. It makes me sad to think that no matter what happens, I will always be alone; It's a hard thing for a seven year old to realize that everyone who he thought was his friend was only paid and would really drop out on you if there wasn't anything for them to gain. Even as a child, I couldn't escape the fact that the world was cruel.
Mello pondered it over, sticking his hands in his pockets thoughtfully. "Un.. I guess you could..." Then all attempts at concealing excitement were dropped. "Do you think that we can find out my name?" I nod and then he holds out his hand to me, which reminds me that I am still sitting. I grab his hand and he helps me down. "Let's try Francesca first..."
We toddle over to said nanny and then I tug at her long skirt.
"Que paso mi hijo?" I sigh as I realize that my language skills are yet again being tested; I look at her with contempt and decide not to play her game.
"I want to know his real name!" Francesca's eyes widen and then she kneels down to envelope me in an unexpected hug.
"Mi hijo, I cannot tell you that. But your daddy has instructed me to inform you of what is going to happen." She pulled away one arm and then beckoned Mello into the fold. As soon as we were both in her arms, she smiled a sweet smile, a fake smile.
"He is your brother. Your fraternal twin. You know that Señora Casey is not you're real mother right?" I nod as I feel my heart drop; It hurt me to be reminded that my mom had died in childbirth....
"Well... he is your twin, but he was kidnapped when he was only a baby.. Your father never gave up searching for him, y por fin lo encontraron!" Matt frowned as he was tested once again; why did he need to know five languages anyways?!
He was reminded of Mello's presence when his hand was squeezed rather harshly. He turned to his 'twin' and pondered the blond's expression. It was one that showed discomfort and yet longing...
The clock clanged, signaling it was eight, which was the time that Matt was sent to his room to while away the time until nine.
Francesca turned to the clock and then smiled another fake smile. "I will take Mello to his room. Goodnight mi hijo.." She got off her knees and then extended her hand to a wide-eyed Mello. "Come Young Master Mello..." Her voice was a sour blend of fake caring and of servitude; I had long since learned that neither emotion existed.
Mello gripped my hand tighter and shrunk against my small form; My own eyes widened as I realized that gathering all that I knew about Mello (which admittedly wasn't very much), this action in itself was out of character. Mello came off as strong and not one to cower. His lips trembled and then I turned to him, hands still connected and hugged him. I looked at Francesca over his shoulder and furrowed my brow. Then all looks of concentration were gone. Still hugging my 'brother' I plastered a frown onto my face, " I want Mello to sleep with me." Francesca looked at me, as though I was a bother and then sighed. "Mi cielo, we went through all the trouble of preparing his room.. Do you want to waste these efforts?" Any other day I would of said 'no' and backed down, but not today. I was going to protect my brother.
"I don't care. I want him with me!" I pulled out of the hug and then with a wink to my sibling, we were off. I ran down the hall and made a left, heading towards my room. As we neared the cherry oak door I pulled out a brass key from around my neck and held it tightly in the hand that wasn't holding Mello's. I always carried this key, so that if someone were to break in, I would be safe in my room. We reached the door and without pausing I threw open the door. We ran in and with adrenaline still rushing I locked the door. That was the first night of the many we spent together in that room, and my heart seemed to fly as I realized I no longer was alone. I had Mello with me... now and forever.
"Matt...Matt..." I hear Mello calling my name softly from next to me. We had fallen asleep late,despite the warnings from the maid who was in charge of us. I feel him shake my unclothed shoulder gently and I let out a low groan. I've always hated mornings, and today was no different. "Matt, if you don't wake up we'll be late for freshmen orientation and then Rose will take your games away, along with my chocolate. Come on!" The shaking becomes more frequent and with a long yawn I get up, leaving the comfort of my warm covers behind. Next to me is Mello, who is already dressed in our uniform his long hair touching his shoulder and green eyes looking at me in fake annoyance. Mello can never stay mad at me. He throws black blazer with a long sleeve white shirt and slacks and looks pointedly at the bathroom.
I groan and get up off the bed, and wince slightly as the last of the warmth leaves me and the cold air buffets my bare upper body. I slog across the room and then look back once more at the now fourteen year old Mello. It's been seven years since I met my brother, and reliving the time we first met (even if it was in a dream; my dreams are always memories)left me with a longing to have that moment in time back.... "Go!" I grumble about how bossy he is and then shut the door to the bathroom and step into the shower, somehow knowing that today will be a really, really long day.
"... And once again, welcome to Lindbergh Academy!" There were some half hearted claps and then stretching, I get up and turn to my twin who is still sitting in his seat. "Come on Mello," He looks up at me, as though he had been in a stupor. "Hu- Oh yeah, class..." He chuckles lightly and then I frown in concern. "What's wrong twin?" Mello looks at me and then shrugs while placing a piece of dark chocolate in his mouth. "I dunno.. I've been having a lot of headaches lately.. Maybe I might be beginning to remember stuff." He shrugs as I sigh. We had long since given up the seemingly impossible task of finding out what had transpired in the years before Mello came to live with me.
"Maybe we should have you checked out..? It could be serious..."
Mello stiffened and stopped in mid-stride. "Don't tell anyone. If I am beginning to remember and they find out, I'll lose any chance of finding out what happened to make me lose my memory," His voice has an angry edge and I recognize the rarely used tone; he's angry. I know his anger is not directed at me, but nonetheless I can't help but feel slight guilt for even mentioning the idea. I nod and then as though Mello has eyes in the back of his head, he begins to walk again.
We walk in an unusual silence until we reach the classroom of our first class. Mello strides in as I timidly follow; I'm not good with new people, as all I see is a room of people who care more about my dad's money than they do me- of course with the exception of Mello. Mello walks to the back of the class, as I silently follow the unspoken request for me to sit with him. More or less we always know what the other is thinking, except on those rare occasions when we talk to someone who interests us; we don't socialize much...
I follow him and then the world is falling- well, actually I'm the one falling..
I brace myself for the impact of the cold floor when warm arms catch me. I open my eyes and stare into the green orbs belonging to my brother. As he sets me back on my feet, my heart seems to skip a beat. I try to regain the coordination that I had before the fall and only succeed in worsening my head rush. I shake my head and realize that my thoughts are still on those seemingly endless eyes and the face that belongs to them. I smile as I picture my brother's 'serious' face, which only appears when he's mad or I'm in trouble.
I turn to face him, only to realize that there was emptiness where he had previously stood.
I turned around to see him glaring at a girl who was wearing our uniform. She had short spiky hair with a red highlight across her bangs. She's nearly as pale as Mello, which in itself was odd as the boy was so pale he could've passed for an albino if it hadn't been for his green eyes. Even seated she looked as though she was tall and graceful. However my thoughts stayed on any of these things. Instead they focused on the small scar that was under her right eye, marring the otherwise perfect skin of her cheek.
"That was some move right now. What do you think you're doing, trying to hurt my brother?"
"Che, he's the one who should watch where he's going! I was only stretching," Her voice was mesmerizing yet at the same time repulsive; It was smooth as silk, yet rough as alligator skin.
Mello stepped forward and then grabbed the front of her shirt.
"I'm warning you now, if you ever touch my brother again, I will make sure that you regret it," Mello let go of the girl's shirt and then after sending one last glare at her he grabbed my hand,tugging me along to the back of the room.
As soon as we had been seated, he looked at me and then frowned. "Are you okay? Did that little wench hurt you?" I stared at him, recognizing the tone of his voice. He only got it when he was so mad that he couldn't move.
"No." I look him in the eyes communicating with him, conveying more than I could with just words alone.
At that moment the teacher walked in and began calling role. The first girl to respond was the one who had tripped me and now the demon had a name. Haylee Guise.
Mello and I stretched at the same moment after the bell rang. My earlier premonitions had been right, it had been a long day.
Just as we had been about to leave Mello got called by the teacher , who urged me out of the classroom. With one last glance at my brother I walked out of the room as he nodded at me. I walked down the halls slowly and then reached the entrance to the school. Biding the time until Mello came out of the classroom, I sat down on an ornately carved bench.
Not five minutes after I sat down was I alone. Three tall boys with masks over their eyes walked over to me.
"You Matt?" I looked at the three figures as I sized them up; they looked as though they had spent their entire lives lifting weights..
I nodded somewhat hesitantly and then the tallest one scooped me up, fireman style. That's when everything became confusing. He was running with me in his arms and soon we approached a dark alley. He didn't stop there and although I struggled against him it didn't even seem to slow him down. Finally we arrived at a dark parking garage and I was set down rather roughly onto the asphalt. The other two goons who had somehow kept up with us began to tie me up.
Then out of the darkness came a sickeningly familiar voice.
"Welcome Matt, to your own personal Hell." At that moment I realized what was to come. I struggled against the bonds and as the first of the blows rained down onto me, I realized that more than anything else, I wanted my brother.
Woot! Took me half an hour! Poor Matt.. why does he have to suffer?
Mello: *sneaks up on author* That's what I would like to know... *cracks knuckles*
Me: *sweatdrops and then waves arms frantically* Okay minna REVIEW before Mello beats me up for harming Matt! *runs away*