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Title: It's What I Do
Chapter: Contestant Four? (Alternate title would have been Montuer.)
Full Summary: Mello doesn't feel like paying full rent of his apartment anymore, so he decides to see if he can find a roommate to split it with him. But when a guy by the alias Matt 'shows up' at his apartment, knowing more than what somebody who he didn't know should know about him, a story starts to unravel. MattXMello.
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On one side stood Mello, gun raised and a serious look on his face that would make a mother want to go on one of those sprees of looking up the most dangerous cities and then moving as far as they can away from them. And then super proof the new house with all kinds of bolts on doors. Then tell their kids that they are never allowed out. Of course, after seeing this the lady will always have to look over her shoulder when she was alone and even when she wasn't. Light or dark out.
Yeah. The look was fucking scary.
The receiving end of this fucking scary look(not to mention where the gun was pointing) was Matt's furiously pumping organ that wanted to jump out of his chest and scream that this was the worst idea he had ever come up with.
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WAIT, REWIND.
In an apartment building in a slower part of the city, a blonde was sitting in a chair, and looking at his potential roommate. After a while of having his apartment, he decided he didn't like paying as much as he did for it every month. He had a couple ideas as to how to fix that.
A.: Threaten landlord.
B.: Threaten landlord with a deadly weapon.
C.: Move.
D.: Get a room mate.
He crossed out A because he could get potentially arrested for assault. The blonde also crossed out B because he could get arrested for assault…with a deadly weapon. After a few seconds, he also crossed off C because he was to lazy to pack what little things he had.
And then there was D.
Mello didn't particularly like people, but just to pass the time he thought he could humor the idea and see if anyone he could stand would show themselves. So he put up a little sign that didn't really stand out that had in heavy black letters his room number and that he basically was looking for a roomie.
But…Now that he was sitting there looking at the first person who had responded…
He really hated this idea.
CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE:
"Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Near. I will not talk to you unless you yourself initiate conversation first. I have the sufficient amount of funds needed to pay my half of the rent, so that isn't a problem," the white haired boy who sat with his knee up to his chest and a finger playing in his hair stated.
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After a moment of silence, Near looked away from the spot on the wall he had been staring at, and looked at Mello. The boy didn't seem pleased, as he sat there in his chair, feet on the table, and arms crossed over his chest, his eyes staring at him as if he really didn't give a shit.
So, with that, the other boy stood up and took his leave after leaving contact information on the table.
When the door was closed, Mello could only stare at the piece of paper on the other side of the table like it was diseased. "What a waste of time," he said with a grimace, kicking his feet away from the table and standing up to go lock the door and make sure the albino freak had gone away.
CONTESTANT NUMBER TWO:
Mello was sitting in his chair again, this time with his feet down, but his arms were still folded across his chest. The look on his face was…blank to say the least.
The other person across the table from him just kept staring at him. He had been since he had walked through the door and sat down with his legs up to his chest, a completely blank look on his face. The raven must have an affect on people that made them look blank faced.
"I am L. Like I said before I am here because I saw that somebody in these apartments was willing to have a room mate, and since I am rarely at home, I don't wish to pay full price on something I will not use. It would be a waste of resources. Since you are close to one of my work places, I am here to see if you will consider me,"
Awkward. Sometime during that, L's eyes had drifted away in thought, thumb to his mouth. Mello didn't really know what to say, so he let the man leave his contact information and leave.
To say the least, after the door was shut behind the raven, Mello felt like he had just came back to his senses after being brainwashed.
"Note to self…" Mello thought out loud, picking up his chocolate bar which he somehow was brainwashed into forgetting he had abandoned it when L arrived, "If I ever see him again…never look him in the eye,"
He stood there, chocolate in mid bite, before he nodded in a weirded out sort of resolution to himself, and bit down hard.
CONTESTANT NUMBER THREE:
When Mello opened the door, he gave the person on the other side of the door a look. This prissy little high school graduate seriously wasn't here to-
"Hello, I'm Light Yagami, I saw your sign-"
"Just give me the fucking contact information, you prick," Mello said in a 'I've had enough of this, I've been through this already,' tone of voice, leaning against his door frame and looking extremely bored with the other.
So, after a angry look came and passed on the others face, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.
"For me?" he asked as he glanced at the paper and plucked it from the others grasp. "Thanks,"
And the door shut.
After he heard the angry grumbles, the leather clad blonde smiled to himself in a self satisfied way, flicking the paper on the table after he locked all three of his locks, none of which were a chain. They bugged him anyway, he would always try to take it out, but he would never get it out all the way, so when he opened the door, it would make a horrible noise as it clicked back down the sliding thing…y.
Anyway, on his way to his couch, he made a show of stretching, arms pushing up towards the ceiling and then he bent to the side, yawning afterwards and unzipping his leather vest, which had ticked his tummy when he raised his arms.
When he plopped himself down, he stretched again, this time his hand blindly found the half eaten chocolate bar he had left on the end table, and after a second he finally found it.
At that second he heard the click of one of his locks unlocking, which made his whole body freeze.
/40 SECONDS AGO/
'Ding'
The elevator sounded as it got to its designated floor and opened its doors. After a second, black combat boots strode out like they owned the place, walking down the hall as if they had done so many times before.
Angry muttering was heard from the owner of a pair of brown dress shoes as they passed the other on the way into the elevator.
Unperturbed, they continued they're waltz down the hallway lined with numbered doors, quickly closing in on their destination, the only sound heard was just that of the rubber hitting the hard concrete floor.
Finally they turned and stopped at a door, and after a second of running a gloved hand down the wall, they seemed to have found something, and pulled out a tiny box that blended in perfectly to the wall, the only way to find it would have been to pull what looked like a bump in the paint.
Jangling of keys were heard, and after a second-
'Click'
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'Click'
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'Click'
The keys jingled again, this time sounding a lot more insulated after being stashed in the finder's pocket.
Another gloved hand reached out and turned the knob, and-
"Who the hell are you?" a voice sounded from right in front of the intruder that let themselves in.
A mop of red looked up with a sort of 'whut..?' expression on his face, mouth slightly open, but otherwise just looking like a deer in headlights, well, for someone that had the barrel of a gun pressed to their chest. A goofy(Actually its more like 'Oh-Shit') smile spread across the others face, eyes completely shrouded by a pair of red tinted goggles that the other had on along with a fake fur lined vest and a striped shirt on underneath.
That was Mello's basic overview.
"H-Hello there, Montuer! I-I hear you need a room mate?" the redhead said, a playfully nervous smile now splayed across his visible facial features, his head slightly cocked to the side in a 'I'm harmless, please don't shoot' kind of way.
'Montuer?' Mello thought to himself, his seriously pissed off face turning to that of utter confusion. 'Who was this person?'
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