Randomly started writing this. Enjoy! ^_^
Strangers lead to friends.
Friends lead to best friends.
And best friends lead to love.
So I, Mail Jeevas, put up with an overdramatic blonde who occasionally comes home drunk and tries to eat my shoulder claiming it's a chocolate bar because I am in love.
He's my everything. My cash supplier, my house-mate, my pain in the neck. And after years and years together, I can officially say without a doubt, my soulmate.
There's nothing that can compare with him, my dear GameBoy Colour. Nothing can even try. Mello scoffs and rolls his eyes, claiming that I'm crazy for loving such a thing. But I know he's just jealous that I'm in such a fantastic relationship while he can't even look at Near.
That's something else my darling and I talk about on Saturday nights, when Mello's out killing brain cells with his mafia buddies. How he refuses to acknowledge his feelings for Near. Of course he claims those feeling are hatred, anger, and fury. Which I had then protested that they were the same thing. I don't think the landlord ever forgave us for the several knifes and sporks sticking out of the walls.
I never brought it up again.
But Mello would destroy my love (and most likely some bones) if I ever disobeyed him. And I know he knows that I know that well. And since I love him so much, I can completely say that I'm ok with standing here, hands in the air, being repeatedly shot at by a bunch of Kira crazies.
Love can make you do strange things, can't it?
... Clearly not my best. I was going to write a M/M one-shot but my brain was like "lol. nope." And therefore, this was born! I wrote another ending, too. Thought I'd put it in here instead:
But Mello would destroy my love (and most likely some bones) if I ever disobeyed him. And I know he knows that I know that well. And since I love him so much, I can completely say that I'm ok with standing here, hands in the air, being repeatedly shot at by a bunch of Kira crazies.
But maybe it wasn't the precious video game device that I loved so much.
Maybe just the blonde misfit who's been right there with me all this time.
The same boy who shoved cake in my face for my 12th birthday.
The one I stayed up studying all night right before a big test.
The one I ended up nursing back to health from a nasty fever.
The one who never left my side since I had arrived in Wammy's House, several years ago.
And I'd never leave his.
And maybe, just maybe, the reason I love my darling gaming device is because it was a gift from Mello. Given to me on the same night we told eachother our true names; staying up till dawn laughing and sharing secrets.
Because what's a Matt without a Mello?
I like this version a little better. Please review! ^_^
