Thanks for actually clicking on this! Nothing too explicit this chapter, however there are some interesting parts. Enjoy!
Oh, I don't own Death Note... If I did... heh heh, well, let's keep those thoughts secret... XP
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On a specific street in LA, there were, as is the case with most streets, many houses. The sign at one end proclaimed that it stood on 'New Court' however; the houses there did not do the proud sign much justice. One of the houses, light blue in color (aside from the roof which was a dark brown), was two stories tall with a built-in garage. There were quite a few windows on the house that anyone passing by without snooping could see, two on the front of the second story, each near a corner. Usually, the shades were drawn, however it has been noted by neighbors that every third or fourth day the shades were up and the windows opened as the house underwent cleaning. Some even guessed accurately that these windows belonged to the bedrooms that the residents slept in. Not that they ever really saw the owners, that is.
The few times that the inhabitants were actually seen were when one left to go shopping, and sometimes late at night on a weekend when the blond tenant would come home with some woman that had never been seen before or after they left. Normally on these nights, screams of "Yes! Oh God, yes!" in pleasure resounded down the street. The neighbors never seem to be thrilled the next day, and I must admit that neither am I.
Oh, right. Introductions are always important aren't they? I'm Matt, the other occupier of that light blue house. My best friend, the one who causes all that screaming on those nights is Mello. I keep warning him that someday he's going to get one of those girls pregnant or, worse, he'll contract a disease from one of them. He says he's safe because he uses protection. Sure Mello, sure.
Last night was, unfortunately for those who have to work today, the same as any Friday night. Mello went to work and I stayed home cleaning (yes I clean, I don't enjoy it but it's way better than Mello coming back and finding a messy house.). Then, I cooked dinner, and Mello came home with a giggling, wasted brunette wearing a skirt barely covering what I can only imagine was a thong and a tank top showing off much of her lacy red and black bra. Whore.
She left around 7:08 this morning, soooo... about an hour ago. How she can live with only 3 hours of sleep is beyond me. Unfortunately, she decided she wanted coffee and guess whom she chose to wake up? Yup, me. I wasn't completely mad with her though, since I quickly remembered that I was about to fight a boss on Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass. After hurriedly dressing, I grabbed my DS and sat on top of the stairs, my feet two stairs down. I hunched over when I got to the boss, putting my goggled face maybe an inch from the screen. Slowly, without noticing it myself, I curled over more and more until- thump!
"Dah!" I exclaimed as my butt slipped off the step. Shit! Mello's asleep!I hoped against hope while holding my breath and looking over my shoulder that my blond, ill-tempered friend hadn't been woken. Had that been the case, he probably would have rushed out and shot me without a second thought. Thankfully, this didn't happen. Releasing a breath, I looked back at my DS and saw with despair that Link had lost two hearts and was about to lose a third to Dongorongo, the boss of the Goron temple that looks like a really pissed off lizard with armor on its face and feet.
"No, no no, no no! Come on Link, Come'n!" I growled at the screen, curling up again. I hadn't died yet and I didn't plan on it happening anytime soon.
"Maaaatt." Mello growled/groaned/whined half-asleep. "Shut the fuck up. I'm sleeping."
As usual, I obeyed his command. I'm happy to say that because of acting like a dog, Mello's only hurt me about 10 times. Sure, that's not the best number but considering Mello's temperament, it's a pretty good number. I mean, it's better than all the times he's thought of hurting Near, an albino that we met at the orphanage we all went to before Mello and I split. I'll tell you more about that later. It's a long and complicated story.
Anyways, back to Mello's demeanor. Despite his typical 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, he can be quite sensitive and sometimes if you say something in the wrong tone, you'll find yourself staring into a .9 mm or doubled in pain from a kick in the crotch. One time he almost pulled the trigger on me. Not a pleasant story.
You're probably wondering why I stay with Mello. There's a few reasons. One: If I tried to leave, he would probably hunt me down, beat me up and drag me back here. He has connections. Two: I love him. Yeah, I'm gay so sue me! (I don't recommend this because even if you had a reason to, Mello would come after you and there's no place you can hide that Mello can't get to. Pretty intimidating eh?) You shouldn't be shocked at this. I mean, I never bring home girls and I respond to Mello's beck-and-call. I know he's straight, that's quite obvious but I'm happy just being around him. I just dread the day he meets 'the one' and decides to marry her. Hopefully that won't happen soon.
I went back to my game, turning the volume down. This was the latest Zelda game. I've beaten all the others and own each and every one of them. Okay I'm a LoZ (if you don't know what that stands for, you officially suck!) fanatic. I even played Twilight Princess twice, once on GameCube and once on the Wii. Moreover, I beat all the games on the Collector's Edition for the GameCube, plus the games on the original systems. Oh yeah, I'm a geek.
I hadn't died, although I was down four hearts. Not good. "Damn." I muttered barely audible, stood up and walked into my room. I shut the door softly with my foot, paused the game and fell onto my bed. Lighting a cig, I took a drag and thought of Mello. His well-kept blond hair, his piercing blue eyes... You know, he's quite a bit like Link. Their tight, sexy clothing, their looks and their strong belief in justice are all similarities. There was still one major difference. Mello doesn't have a princess to fight for. To him, I'm just a friend, like Saria. This adored curse to love him is my death sentence. Sooner or later, he'll ask me to help him to win a girl, though I doubt he'll actually ever need me for that kind of thing; he's so damn marvelous.
I frowned, knowing this train of thought was really bad for me, yet all of it was true. Taking another drag, I exhaled slowly, tendrils of smoke dancing out of my mouth and into the air like gray willowy faeries in the middle of a mating dance. With a sigh, I went back to my lazuli DS, expecting that I'd regain my zeal when I killed this punk-ass lizard, Dongorongo.
Too soon he died, bringing me no satisfaction despite all trouble I had had while fighting him. Okay, a medium amount of trouble. And I'm good at games. No, actually, I'm great at games. Hey, everyone needs something to brag about and since there's nothing else extraordinary in regards to me (except for hacking computers... but I try to keep that minimally known. Shit, why'd I tell you that? Oh well, won't be too big of a problem...), I prefer to work on my gaming skills. Nothing other than that is great, lest you call fire-red hair and ginormous green eyes amazing.
I heard footsteps in the hall, a door slam and the sound of the shower starting. Mello had actually risen before one, which normally happened after such nights, followed by lounging on the couch, eating who-knows-how-many bars of chocolate, and thinking about whatever Mello thinks about. I'm not completely sure that I want to know those thoughts. I mean, it's Mello. He could be having daydreams about blasting someone's fuckin' head off. Or worse, about...no, no I refuse to think that's what he thinks about in his spare time. That's too far, even for someone like him.
"Matt...Matt!" Mello yelled from the shower and through two closed doors. That just goes to show you how loud he can be.
"Yes, Mello?" I called back hastily, putting out my cigarette. Mello hates the smell of smoke.
"Bring me chocolate." He grumbled, still tired and hung over from late last night/ early this morning and knowing instinctively that I had already come to the door.
"Okay Mel." I answered, basically his substitute for 'Sir, yes Sir!' I went down to the kitchen where I normally wasn't allowed. Apparently, marshmallows (Hee hee, Mellos! I'm sorry but that's funny) and metal spoons don't go well with the microwave when you put them in for over a minute (that's actually about the marshmallows more than the metal spoon but having the spoon in there for that long probably didn't help either.). Okay, that had been reeeeeally stupid of me, more than ever since Mello had just told me not to put the spoon in the microwave. I had pretended to hear him, just wanting to get back to my game. He was exceedingly pissed off at me for that. I yawned a few times while going to the chocolate drawer (yup, we have enough to keep an entire drawer full... plus more in Mello's room (another place I'm not allowed unless it's Cleaning Day), the living room, the study and the cars. And we're always buying more. Mello's addiction scares me, a chain-smoker.) and silently cursed out the whore. Damn bitch had to wake me up so damn early. I thought bitterly as I yawned. Again. I hope Mello never brings her back! It's very unlikely that he actually will. The one benefit of his routine act is that I never have to get to know his 'special friends'.
Having successfully retrieved the chocolate without any difficulties like ninjas trying to kill me or encountering a witch or some crazy-ass shit like a cheesy adventure movie, I went back to the bathroom door, knocking for politeness' sake.
"Just get the hell in 'ere Matt." Mello called, needing his drug of choice. I walked in and...
Immediately time seemed to stop. The shower curtain was drawn back and there stood Mello, full front, with his right hand on his hip. I felt my mouth open, my lower jaw seeming miles away. Quickly, I closed my mouth hoping that Mello hadn't seen that. It was just so surprising. I'd never thought that I'd see Mello like this, not that I'm complaining. Thankfully, he couldn't see where I was staring, my eyes invisible to the world due to my beloved goggles that usually made me feel like Spiderman, but now like a major perv. Since you can't see it, let me describe it. It was BIG, bigger than what I had imagined in wet dreams. No wonder the whores enjoyed him so much. I felt myself getting a little warm and hard down below. I knew I was blushing, my jaw agape in surprise.
"Matt, are you going to stand there all day like an idiot or give me the chocolate?" Mello's annoyed voice snapped my brain back on. I strode towards him, a little faster than normal, to get out of there as fast as possible. It would not be embarrassing if he discovered, oh no, it would be hell. He'd probably kick me out for that, after beating me for thinking about him that way. I concentrated on Mello's glaring face and outstretched hand as a strolled toward him. Bad idea. I didn't notice the puddle on the off-white tile floor. My bare foot slipped, sending me reeling backwards. As I fell, I saw Mello smirk at my stupidity and clumsiness. The next second everything went black.
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Well, what do you think? I hope I got Mello's personality down. I know I've got Matt's. Anyways, constructive criticism is always welcomed and happy reviews are greatly appreciated.
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