A/N I have been hesistating alot about this fanfic, finally I decided, and I actually quite like it.
Dead.
No, murdered.
Matt sat in a white chair, one of those garden chairs you would sit on at a party, only, this was no party, this was his father`s funeral, "Dead" "Died due overwork" who were they kidding? he didnt die naturally, he got murdered. Why are they trying to make his life prettier than it was?
The man who was speaking spoke about a man with hopes and wishes, a man who would do everything for his family. Matt was just half-listening,
"A Man with ambition that inspired many..."
Thirtheen-year-old Matt shook his head,
Who are they talking about? ambition? Who is this man anyway.
He looked around the funeral, it was a pretty place with fresh roses hung around the lanterns, the grass beneath his feet was dark green, the statues has a pure glow and dark details around the graves gave it just that much more of a magic touch...
How the hell can these people think he died naturally, the blood on his desk should have been atleast an indication of murder, and if it was suicide? no, if it was suicide the instrument used should have been there, but there was nothing, meaning that the murderer escaped with the weapon before Mother or I noticed anything, why are they brushing his death away like its nothing?
It was quite a sad day for Matt, shure his father was a absent man, constantly in his office scratching his bold head and working on new ideas to improve his company, and SHURE Matt hardly spoke to him, and if they did it would be the typical talk you have with your father, the usual "how is school going" and even the "And do you have a girlfriend?", to which Matt always responded with a "I have the highest score in my year" and a sigh,
He didnt like school, more less, he hated it.
All those people, they were all different, misunderstood Matt.
In fact, he could easily have the highest score in the whole school, but he just couldnt be bothered, to much trouble than its worth, he would rather play games day and night. The only reason he aimed for top score in his YEAR was to make his father proud, a chance to talk to him, and he was, proud I mean.
Despite his bond with Matt, his father teached him alot, quite an inspiration, he was also a nice man, he could joke with Matt and he even asked his opinion about some buisness ideas he had.
Maybe thats why I dont know anyone but mom here, his job...the CEO of a company, "To get high you need to know the right people" is what he said, I actually thought he ment get high on drugs, but okay.
As the man on stage continued speaking about his father (with a very poor description of the man, but whatever) He dug his hands in his pocket and sat back in his chair, observing his mother who sat next to him, she didnt look too upset, actually, she looked quite...
...satisfied.
Perhaps she has something to do with the murder...
Matt tried to shake the feeling off, suspecting his own mother? I think its not his father who was high.
Although his mother and his father were forced to marriage at a young age, mother who never had to lift a finger to get what she want, she didnt need to work, her husband was the one who took care of everything around, her husband being the abcent man he was...
Surely a woman with a charm like her`s, with more time on her hands than is good for her, surely that woman would get bored and want something new and exciting right?
Truthfully, Mother had a bad commitment issue, something Matt and his mother shared, never tied down to one person...
And just a month after Mother`s parents died, she started seeing people behind father`s back, not that he would suspect anything (or maybe he did, but he just didnt want to cause the unnecesary fuss, because that`s just the man he was).
And shortly, after those many men, came one in particular, a man who Matt didnt like a single bit, the grimmance that twitched his lips, the devilish scar covering his face, those grey eyes filled with forced satisfaction...eyes of a devil, his name, Michaelis Keehl.
-Just one week ago-
Matt tiptoed to the kitchen in the hope of finding something eadable, gaming causes hunger you know?
It was after midnight, he expected his father to have knocked down and crashed in bed, and his mother might have been taking off her make-up to eventually also crash in bed, Matt was in for a surprise,
The goggle-wearing boy froze in his steps, yelping and jumping behind the door soo his mother couldnt see him, a man he hadn`t seen before, his hands under his mother`s black shirt, his lips dangerously close to her neck, his body way too near her`s, Matt just wanted to go and kick his ass, but considering the knife he had in his hand, he thought better of it,and instead, listened.
"Is this him?" Asked the man, his knife pointing to one of the frames resting on the table, if Matt remembered correctly, its the only picture with he and his father together.
Mother moand a little, "Yes"
"Think you can do it?" She added.
"Of course, heh" his lips brushed against her skin, his hand forever under her shirt.
"Dont be too rough alright? He cant know its someone else"
"Oh baby, no one will notice a thing, I am from the mafia, after all" He grinned as his hand went down mother`s shorts.
"And if he does find out, I will cheris and cut that pretty face of his" he added.
"Oh Keehl, dont tease me like that" She giggled seductively as she turned around to face the man.
"Keehl? whats with the formality, Michaelis for you" His tongue entered her mouth, both of them laughing evily, Matt stared wide eyed, suddenly he didnt feel all that hungry, he ran to his father`s office, his heart thumping in his troath, as he was going to open the door, he fell on his knees-
Why should I tell him? he thought, better live a good lie, than the bad reality.
The moaning from the living room continued and Matt stood up to go to his room, he felt sick.
Matt`s awakend from his thoughts as the people around him stood up and started moving out, either in the silence of grief or the murmmur of gossip, sometimes people pointed at Matt and he could hear them saying things like "THAT is the son of?" and "Oh my, he looks nothing like his father" this didnt exacly confort Matt, he missed his goggles, but mother told him to put on his regular glasses, and his Gameboy would end up in the sink if he dared to take it with him.
What the hell I dont even need glasses.
"Are you alright?" mother shot him a worried look.
She sure is a great actress, acting worried, who is she fooling?
"Yeah, im fine" he tried to smile and walked a little faster to reach the car, Matt really dont know why he said it, but suddenly the words just spat out of his mouth.
"Say, mom"
"Yes?"
"Where is that other guy?" From the corner of his eye, he could see mother walking slower. "You know, the Keehl man, the one you were seeing behind Father`s back, I expected you to atleast bring your boyfriend to such joyfull event, am I correct?" he bent his head a little back to see his mother`s expression,
"Mo-"he was about to say something, but Mother`s fuchsia bag, reaching to his face with a high speed, stoked his words, he fell on the grass and brushed his cheek with his hand as he observed his glasses torn on the ground.
What the hell was that for...
He wasnt sad nor was he all that mad, he saw it coming, perhaps its what he needed,
Old women in their cocktail dresses froze in their ugly higheels to stare at the act, pointing fingers and murmmuring, some gasping and others holding a mortified snicker, Matt stared at the ground, unable to move his gaze to the old ladies, Mother looke alarmed.
She grabbed Matt by her shoulders just to pull him up, the woman also grabbed his glasses and pushed him to the car, the old ladies stared at them some more but eventually got bored and continued gossiping, however Matt could hear some whisper, whispers, shallow and bitter nothings, "And thats what they call a problematic child" said a red headed woman who looked about 200 years old.
"His father would be ashamed" and "What would his father say? such noble man, that youngster of a son with the hate readable in his eyes"
Hate? what the fuck do these people know? Father? father would say nothing, father was never there, father would ignore it and act as if nothing happened...
His thoughts were again interrupted, and again by his mother who had a nasty expression written across her face. "What way is that to speak to your mother? truly disgusting"
She pulled Matt in a car, it was, however, not their car.
Hey what the hell...
He tried peaking at the man who was behind the wheel, trying to figure out wheter it was simply a chaffeur or someone else, mother also stepped in the car, however in the front.
"Michaelis, this is Matt, my son"
Michaelis...?
a blonde man looked back from his car, looking at the boy straight in the eye, his grimmace was scary, his stormy eyes intimidated Matt, his smile that Matt didnt like a single bit...something about that man he hated...
"Why Matt, you and I will have alot of fun together"
Matt gave him a weird look, and for reasons that are beyond me, his eyes filled with tears, how could mother replace father soo easily? and why such man? and why the hell was he being soo emotional anyway?
Michaelis burst in laugther, soonly accompaned by mother`s soft giggling as a tear escaped Matt`s eyes.
He didnt like this.
Not at all.
A/N Wheew, that was that, hope you liked it, please make my shitty day and review :3
And yes, "Keehl" as in "Mihael Keehl" as in "Mello`s father".
Heh.