Matt
In the entire world, there are only a few things that I need to live. Video games, computers, goggles, oxygen, and sleep. In that order. Those are the things that kept me alive until the day I died, and all of it was because of Mello.
Mello… well he was an entirely different story. I didn't need him - I was OWNED by him. Beyond being owned - I was his. He would kill me and I would forgive him without a second thought. He didn't even need to apologize for it - that's how much I was owned by him. Not that he would ever lay a hand to hurt me in a way that would cause me actual harm, nor anyone I seriously cared about. Not that I cared about much of anyone except him, and he was no self-loather. Actually, he was so vain he probably didn't even dislike himself ever, since his ego was so big. But I didn't mind that, because, again, he was Mello, and I would follow him everywhere.
Yeah, I know how much of a puppy dog I sound like. Shut up. You don't have to state the obvious - I already know it. It wouldn't be more obvious if he kept me on a leash, which, by the way, I'm sure he'd do if he ever thought of it. So don't give him any ideas, because it would be very embarrassing to be led around on a leash.
Not that I'd care as long as there was sex involved later. Oh, that's another thing I need to live - sex. Don't look at me like that, I'm 20 and I have needs, too. Not nearly as much as Mello does - his needs to live are chocolate, sex, leather, and sleep. In that order. Chocolate, then sex. Sometimes both at the same time. Always. Pretty much every night as long as I don't piss him off too badly, and since 90% of the time I'm on top, I don't mind one bit. Hell, even if I wasn't on top most of the time I wouldn't mind - Mello was my own personal sex-god and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. He was the one who confirmed that I was gay. Not that I didn't know of already know considering my fan boy love for Johnny Depp - yum, Johnny Depp… stop smirking - and the fact I was kind of creeped out every time Linda's boobs - ew - smushed against me - again, ew - when she hugged me - a third time, ew - at Wammys. Even if I hadn't been gay I probably would have loved Mello - he was everything. Sexy, funny, fierce, dominating, and yet still willing to be on bottom. Lovely. Absolutely, completely lovely.
It's pretty obvious - I love him. Too much, maybe. Desperate, pure, clingy, puppy-love. The kind of love that would let me die for him in the end, if necessary. That would do anything to protect him.
Because I'm all Mello's every inch of me. And, weather he likes it or not (he does) I own every inch of him, too. That stupid, crazy, power-hungry, mafia-running, leather-wearing, blonde-haired, blue-eyed maniac was MINE. And no one would ever, ever change that.
Mello
Why am I never first at anything? Seriously, Matt got to talk before me? REALLY? Well, at least I'm before Near, who will NOT be getting a turn if I have anything to say about it. I'll beat the shit out of him. Not that I really care THAT MUCH about this stupid thing. I don't see what the point is. It was Matt's fault I'm even writing this - it was matt's stupid idea to write a log. I hate that boy. He knows I can't write to save my life. Well actually, I love writing. I think I'm ok at it. I'm just no good at writing stuff that's not, you know, about someone else. Writing about myself is so boring.
Anyway, it really doesn't matter. Matt can go first if he wants. I still own him.
I hope Matt didn't say anything to sappy. Or perverted. Holy hell, whatever that stupid idiot said was probably along the lines of both.
You know, some person - Linda, maybe, but I'm not sure, since I try very hard to forget what that annoying bitch blabbers on a daily basis - told me you can't be best friends without insulting each other constantly. Well, I'm not sure if that's true, because I insult Matt constantly but we're not best friends. We're a whole fucking lot more than that. But then again, hey, maybe constant insults are the true trick to love. I know it worked for me and Matt. We're way more than friends or maybe more than lovers. Not to sound like a sap, but we are. I own that boy. And I guess to say that he owns me too is kind of pushing it, but I guess I could never really leave him. I tried that once. Yeah, THAT worked so well. About as well as trying to outrun a racecar that's about to mow you over from behind - your not getting away that easily. The particular "racecar" I'm referring to followed me across a whole fucking continent - England to fucking JAPAN - somehow tracked me down even thought he POLICE couldn't - since of course they were looking for me, I was a freaking mafia boss at that point - found my hotel room - which was heavily guarded by mafia people at the time, by the way - and even though he was only 18 at the time snuck past every one of them, and found me sitting in my living room, crying over that damn Marley and Me movie. (gets me every time, dammit) and kissed my breath away until I promised never to leave him ever again. Ever.
…so need less to say ditching him didn't work.
Not that I wanted to in the first place. Like it or not, I kind of need that boy. For several reasons. One, because, well, I love him (god I'm a sap aren't I, dammit Matt you made me this way)! Two, because he's the only one who can calm me down when I'm in, quote, "super-Mello-bitch-mode" which I need calmed down from sometimes (a lot). And three, for the rather personal reason of sex. That boy is a freakin' fuck-machine. I'm not even kidding you.
While I hate to admit it, though, he's on top most of the time. But hey, it's fine by me either way.
But I'm not going to go into detail. He's my adorable-nerd/sex-toy, not yours. So seriously. Get your own, He's taken every single night of the week. (Unless he pisses me off and it's one of those "no sex tonight" days.)
You know, I'm sure that somewhere in the world, a homophobe just died.
I would know - my mom was a homophobe. I won't go into detail about that either, since I'm a natural born fag and need less to say a homophobic mothers not such a wonderful memory... Yeah, bitch, I just said fag. I'm a homosexual, I'm allowed to say it. Your not. (Unless you're a homosexual too, I mean). I'm no in-denial self-hater. Matt thought he was straight for a little bit there. Ha-ha, so not. Anyone who has a hidden poster of Johnny Depp - though it's up on the wall now, thanks to me and my amazingness - is either a girl or a gay-guy. End of story. That boy is gay.
Maybe even almost as gay as me. And, admittedly... That's pretty damn gay. I was born that way, and honestly I don't think I could imagine life… straight. Having sex with a GIRL? Ewww. Fucking. Ew. Every time I think of that I think of Linda and her creepy boobs that were way too big for the rest of her body. Lordy mercy.
…..
Okay, I cheated, I read Matt's little part of this lame intro. Let me just say - I sound like a total heartless piece of shit compared to him. But then again I suppose that's only fitting - I'm pretty much a heartless piece of shit. Especially compared to the most loyal partner in the entire universe. The most clingy, game-obsessed, idiotic, puppy like, car-obsessed, computer-hacking, red-headed, goggle-wearing freak that I don't even deserve.
…there, is that sappy enough for you?
Near
I know that I wasn't suppose to be getting my word in, but since I'm already here… I might as well get in my two cents.
I'll just trust that you will refrain from telling Mello, though. I like my body fully attached and as unbuttered as possible, thank you. And I know that the rule was that I wasn't suppose to read the previous boy's writings, but as you probably already know, I'm a cheater. So I read them anyway.
No worries - I didn't find out anything I didn't already know. I mean, of course I know they were - are - a couple. Everybody in Wammys house knew, except for maybe Roger, who's so dense superman probably couldn't see through him. (See, I can make a joke, too.) You didn't have to be a genius to figure it out (which, by the way, pretty much everyone in Wammys was) considering all the PDA (public display of affection, some of which accidental, I think) that those two had. Plus, since I had a room right beside there's and the walls were in no way thick enough, I heard… things. Not that I particularly cared, since it was next to nothing compared to the usual yelling and ranting to himself I usually heard on Mello's part when matt WASN'T around. The "sex noises" (as Mello so elegantly calls them) were almost pleasant compared to the other ones, and once they started happening it happened almost routinely every night (when it wasn't, they were either fighting or Mello had too much homework at the time, so the noises also helped me figure out to really avoid Mello. No sex noises = pissed off Mello. Logic, children, logic.)
….I say children, but honestly I hope your at least 13. This fan fiction is already going the wrong direction. And by wrong I mean mature content. I recommend you just leave now. But then again, as long as your not Kira or L, I really don't care what you do.
This story isn't about me. It's about the other two, I guess. So I suppose I don't have anything else to say.
A/N:
Aahhaha..ha...
this sucks T_T i suck immensly at intros. But it'll get better as soon as i switch to first person with actual action. I promise. Admittedly, i think writing as Mello is my favorite x3 his personality is so fun!!! 8D Matt was kind of hard, since he's not really that developed (i shouldn't talk though, since im a giant matty fangirl ;3) in the manga... ^^' But i always picture him as a video-game obsessed guy whos actually pretty sappy and puppylike at heart ;D you know it's true, baby-dolls
...i really hope nobody see's this fanfic that i don't want to (non-yaoi-loving friends. parents. you know.) especially cuz it's gonna have alot of... sugestiveness. i dont th ink i'll be able to actually bring myself to actually write mxm smexin it up, but... i suspect i'll try and fail XDD
ANYWAY.... i'm gonna stop writing because i'm sure nobodys really listening to the lame authors note.
LOVE YOU ALL~ ~Holli-chan