Hi guys^^ Just something short and sweet for my new fave characters :D This is my first time writing for this couple so please review and tell me how I did~
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They feel bad for me, the guys in the mafia. I see them looking at me with this strange mix of pity and relief; pity for me and my apparent abuse and relief that it's not them at the other end of Mello's rants.
They wouldn't believe me if I told them the truth because they've only ever seen Mello the boss. Mello cussing. Mello with one heavy boot propped up on a table, bar of chocolate hanging out of his mouth like a fuckin' Corona.
They've seen him ream me out far more severely than any of them for far lesser mistakes. They see him yell at my, shove me, smack game consoles out of my hands and go ballistic if I'm not paying attention. They think he hates me.
But they don't see him at night, in the room they haven't even noticed we share. They haven't seen him rake his hands through the shiny-ass hair and fist it, yank anxiously till I tell him to stop. They haven't seen him kneel at the side of our bed and say that rosary of his every single night, eyes closed, lips barely moving with whispers I can't make out.
They don't know he's praying for me, my safety. They don't know he's scared shitless that he's going to get me killed; that I'll die helping him, because of him. They don't feel him every night like I do, pressed up behind them and holding them like a child holds a stuffed toy; for comfort. They don't hear him whispering, lips brushing my hair, my ear, telling me to be careful, pay attention, don't worry about the others, don't worry about him, just stay safe, just don't die.
Don't die.
Don't die.
So they pity me, cause they think I've got it bad. They don't know he'd sacrifice all of them for me without a second thought and, dumb fucks, they don't deserve to know.
ありがとう
ShingetsuXMangetsu