Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I do not own any of the characters that appear in this work of fiction. Except 'Dead Criminal Number 23'. Heh.
WARNING: This is Yaoi. Slash. Whatever you want to call it. It won't change for the simple reason of someone disliking the fact of two males being together. If you do not enjoy this sort if thing, just press the back button. Easy as pie.
Italics is Matt's writing on his laptop. He keeps a log so his thought process don't get too jumbled and troublesome.
"This is for speaking."
'These are thoughts.'
I need a BETA. Any willing persons?..
Take to the Skies!
Prologue
I remember when I first met Mello. We didn't get along much, I guess. Can't say much about that, though, since I was usually huddled in my room playing video games, anyway. So our meeting was by complete accident.
You see, I paused my game and...
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Matt pressed on the large red button on the middle of the controller and huffed indignantly. His bladder was really starting to get on his nerves, making him pause in the middle of important boss-fights and important hidden scenes! The screen flickered and the items menu popped up as the small gamer stood up, dusting off his jeans and t-shirt from any invisible dust specks the articles might have gathered over the course of the day.
The small pressure of an impending headache forming itself was enough for him to toss off his goggles and throw them into the darkness of him room, landing with a slight thud on an empty box. He always felt that he spent too much time in front of a blinking screen, but couldn't find the will to stop doing so. It was in his nature to hide away and occupy himself with petty things, from fixing a computer to taking apart an old hand-held to figure out the mechanics.
The main reason for his being a hermit, though, was that he lacked the conversation skills.
He made L seem almost-normal with his social stupidity. So, due to that small fact, he avoided other people like you would avoid a large hole in the floor. It was pretty natural to him.
Naturally, the young man wouldn't know what to do in a situation where, per say, he bumped into someone he had never met.
Lost in his own thoughts, the young man ran on auto-pilot as he zipped up he pants and moved over to the sink. As an after-thought, he grabbed the toothbrush he kept in the cabinet and turned on the tap again.
So he wouldn't have to waste his time taking yet another pointless trip for his bodily needs.
When the gamer finished, he turned off the small flow of water and put his toothbrush back and reached for the doorknob.
As Matt was about to pull the door open, it suddenly flew towards him, smacking him in the face. He groaned slightly and let go of the metal knob, hand reaching to check the condition of his nose. He raised his eyes to glare at the offender, who stood there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
"Watch where the Hell you're going, Dumbfuck," A young, slightly taller male scoffed.
Matt simply rolled his eyes and walked around the taller - and most likely older - male, heading towards his dark room.
"Hey, what the Hell!?" The blond yelled, insulted by the lack of reply he had gotten out of the red-head. "I'm talking to you, Jerkoff-"
Matt slammed his door shut and locked it for good measure, blocking out any other insult the blond could throw at him.
Where was he? Oh, yeah. Boss battle.
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... and that's how I met Mello. First impressions don't really mean much to me, so that's a pretty big reason on why I talked to him again a few days after that first meeting and gave him my left-over candy. I was never a big chocolate eater, so it wasn't a big deal.
Anyway. I never thought befriending him would make such a big impact on my life. There were good things, and bad. But no. I'll never regret meeting Mello.
Hum. Continue?