~Mats P.O.V~
I sit down on the couch and put my feet on the coffee table. I pull out my D.S and put in Mario Cart. The rest of the world is drains around me, and my mind is filled with nothing but beating Luigi out of the right to Peach's love. I pound the buttons in my D.S and doge the green shells and racing over water. I push my little animated car faster and faster and jump over a ramp as I hear the door open and slam shut. I decide not to move or look up. I know it is Mello, and I know he is either pissed, frustrated at something, or chocolate deprived. Any one of those plus one bad remark on my end will cause another bad night. They have been really bad lately. For the passed week, the couch I feel so comfortable at right now, has been my bed, and I let Mello sleep off his anger. But when I wake up, he is gone, and when he comes home, he is more pissed then the day before that. He walks up to my legs and punches them roughly. I know it will leave a bruise in the morning, but I don't care.
I love Mello with all my heart. I learned at a young age that he has anger issues. He used to hit the wall at Whammy's, and then one day he did that so many times that he broke his pinky finger on one hand, and he split the knuckle on his other. Ever since then I would be the one to egg him on. I would take his hits so he wouldn't get hurt anymore. I remembered when one day that I wasn't there for him to beat on I came back in the room, his hands were bloody, he was holding his wrist and his arm had dry wall at least half a foot up his arm and he broke down. That was how things went back then. It was simple. He would have a fit, toss me around and then cry about it. But not any more. Now he would toss me around, hit me and treat me like a rag doll and then go to bed. But I know he loves me in a twisted kind of way, so I refuse to leave him.
Today however I know it is going to be bad. Just by the tone of Mello's voice as he says to me, "Get the fuck off my couch and play your damn game some where else!" Tells me that tonight will suck!
I do as he tells me to and I play my game in the kitchen. I wasn't to surprised when I heard him walk in to get a chocolate bar form the fridge. I hear him stomp his feet and slam the door roughly. I can tell several things fall from with in the refrigerator. I sigh audibly and that apparently gets his attention. "If you got something to say, fucking say it Matt!" He yells at me.
"I have nothing to say Mello, I just sighed. I didn't find anything wrong with sighing," I say calmly. I know that he will kill me for that. He is no mood to argue with me, and I know this, but I want to spare the house and him. He will just end up hurting himself.
Almost as if on cue he picks up my game and throws it across the room. "I was playing that," I say to him as I stand up, half way challenging him. He pushes my shoulder roughly and I let my body move with him. I smirk slightly. "Goddamn it Matt! You are so fucking annoying!" he says as he punches me in my gut and tosses me away to the side. I clench my teeth as I hit the wall roughly. I feel my head whip back and forth. I swear one day he is gonna give me whiplash. I try to stand up but I feel him put his boot on my shoulder. "Do not ever challenge me again Matt!'
I cough before saying "I am sure that is wasn't a challenge, but-" I was cut off by a stern punch to my face. I fall to the ground and hiss through my teeth. I feel the throbbing pain in my cheek, and try to fix the rough pain in my jaw without any sudden movements. I let my body fall limp and I wait for him to make his move. I think he has calmed down enough to kick me one last time before storming off into the room. I Pick my self off the floor and watch the temperamental blond walk off. I flash a small smile his way. What ever is eating him, it must be pretty bad. He hit me unusually hard this time around. I wait until he leaves the room to get some ice and put it on my cheek.
~Mello's P.O.V~
I hate Near so much! That albino snow child keeps sending me challenges! Then I come right behind him and that snotty little brat tries to rub it in! Then I get back to the mob base and have to deal with Snyder. "ah boss, that kid whooped your ass, you gonna let him get away with it?" On top of that the D.J at the club I had to pick the protection money from gave me a hard time! The dumb ass tried to toss me out of the bar cause I'm not 21! Basterd punched me! When I went to punch back, four huge bouncers hurled me out of the club! Then Scar walked up and told me that it wasn't my fault that I fail at everything I do, I just need more practice!
On top of all this when I get home, Matt tries me! But now that I am alone and in my room with a chocolate bar in my stomach I realize that Matt didn't really challenge me, he just wanted to help me loose some of this pent up anger. He does that when I have bad days. He lets me take my anger out him. I can't remember when it started, but he has done that for a while now. And every day I see him, he has a new scar, and I know it is my fault. I hurt him so much. I sit on our bed and think of how many time I have fallen asleep alone because he is to afraid to come into the room on a bad night. I look down at my empty chocolate wrapper and feel tears enter the brink of my eyes. I hate the thought that Matt is to afraid of me to come sleep in his own bed. But I quickly wipe the tears away and get up to get another chocolate bar.
I open the door to the room and walk through the living room. Matt isn't on the couch. I glide my hand over his vest that is draped over the couch. I let a small smile cross my face. I am not mad anymore and I really want to apologize. I want Matt to come to bed with me tonight. I stand on the outside of the kitchen ready to talk to him, but when I walk in, I can't find him. I scan the kitchen as if he would magically appear in the corner. I decide not to call out his name. I open the fridge and see a chocolate bar with a small note around it. I pick it up and read it:
"Hey Mel, I went to take a walk to Game Stop to get my D.S fixed. The screen cracked and I can't see my track. I'll be back later. Love you." with a smiley face at the end of his note.
I give a sad smile to nothing at all then take the chocolate bar and treasure the first neutral words passed between us all week. The saddest part is, it is in a note. I walk back to the room and get in my long sleeved cotton bed shirt and sweat pants. I craw into bed with a heavy sigh. I put the phone next to my head, hoping praying that Matt would text me, even though I know he wont. I roll over and go to close my eyes and before I know it, I am asleep.
~Matt's P.O.V~
I walk out of game stop with an entirely new D.S and three new games and a new computer. I smile as I play guitar hero for D.S and walk back to the apartment. A cigarette is burning form my mouth as I expertly hit all the notes. I stop at the cross section. My apartment isn't that far away so I let the cars go first so I can finish the third song. I put the roach out on the pole next to me and suddenly feel the craving for another cigarette. I pull me out an empty pack. I sigh heavily and turn around. I go into the jiffy store and walk around. I am looking for the chocolate. I should start sucking up to Mello. He has the day off tomorrow. I want to make a good day, not so stressful. I pick a box of dove and take a Russell Stover box too. He loves this kind but he doesn't feel like buying chocolate by the box each time. It is more cost and time efficient to have the chocolate bars.
I take the sweets to the counter and pay for them. I ask the clerk for a pack of Camels. "You got a girl friend you need to please?" The clerk asks me. To be totally honest, the clerk wasn't bad looking. She has a brown pixy cut with deep red highlights and a sweet face. Her skin told the story of pure innocent, but her bright hazel eyes hold a deep mystery under the glossy look. I just smile it off and say, "Yeah. I love her to much to keep her mad."
The clerk laughs as she hands me my cigarettes and I reach in my pocket to pay her. "What did you do to make her mad?" She asks me as I hand her a twenty. "That's the thing. I have no clue." I tell her shrugging and putting my wallet away.
Just as I finish talking this guy walks into the corner store and holds a gun to the clerk. He tells her to get the money from the register and put it in a bag that he tosses her. I take a step back slightly in worry, and slightly in pure adrenalin until I see the gun is off safety. I have lived with Mello to know that guns that do not have a safety lock on are dangerous! "whoa, Dude put the gun down. You don't want arm robbery to be murder do you?" I say putting my hands up in the air.
The robber whips around and points the gun at me. I try to tell him to at least put the thing on safety until he is ready to use it. He yells at me and throws the muzzle around carelessly. I feel the fear rise in me as I watch his finger for dear life. It reminded me of the first time Mello pointed his gun at me. The only difference was that I trusted Mello not to shoot me, and if he did, I trusted him to at least spare my life. But not this whack job. I feel my heart pounding harder then Mello's fist on bare flesh. I try to calm my breathing until I hear a loud bang and the sharp scream from the clerk. I feel a bullet tear through my side. I let out a silent scream as I fall to the cold hard floor.
The crook was just as afraid as the clerk who ran from around the counter and straight to my side yelling the obvious conclusion, "Oh my god! You shot him! You really just shot him!" I grip my side and writhe in pain as the culprit runs out of the store and down the street. The clerk calls for help and a hospital as I drift out of consciousness.