The sun was just setting as the blonde walked down the street, kicking a can down the ally angrily. Once again he had been turned down for a job, and he was sure it was because of the scar that adorned the left side of his face. He growled slightly, his lack of a job was not for lack of trying. He had promised Matt he would get a job that did not involve the mafia as soon as his face had healed, but this was looking fruitless, people in this world were so damn judgmental. As he kicked another can, his ears heard a yelp come from further down the ally. He paused and stood there for a moment. He heard the yelp again and the laughing of a few kids. The scarred blonde entered the ally cautiously and noticed a few kids picking on a yellow dog.
The kids had obviously chased the little thing down, and now they were kicking it, cursing it and laughing as it tried to pull itself away with his back legs tied together. The blonde was contemplating calling attention to a cop he had seen a few blocks down at a coffee shop when he saw one of the boys take a cigarette and put it out on the dog's stomach, the poor thing screamed, that sent the already angry blonde over the edge.
He pulled his gun out of his boot and released the safety. "Hey, how'd you like it if I put that out on your face?" The blonde had his hood up, no one would recognize him.
The three laughing males turned around and stared at the short hooded figure in the ally way. "Look, this doesn't concern you; get out before you get me angry." The tall boy obviously didn't know who he was playing with.
The gun raised and Mello moved closer to the scene. "I'm going to give you five seconds to clear out…"
"Whoa… Chill buddy… We were just leaving…" The boy said after noticing the gun, his two friends had stopped laughing when the gun had been pointed at them. One reached for the dog and the blonde let a shot ring through the ally, and pang off the garbage can nearest to them.
"Leave the dog…"
The three boys put their hands up and side stepped out of the Ally way. When the gunman was sure the boys were gone he walked to where the dog was lying, looking up at him wagging its little tail. He sighed and put the gun back in his pocket where he had taken it from and knelt down by the little thing. It couldn't have been more then 15lbs, and it couldn't have been very old. The little yellow face looked like it was grinning and the liquid brown eyes showed only happiness. "You look glad to be away from them…" He untied the little things legs, the little dog jumped up and began to lick his face all over, its body wiggling from tail to nose.
"Ew… Easy there slobber face." He pushed the little wiggle worm down and pet its soft ears gently. "I wish I could be so happy and carefree as you…" He stood up and turned to leave however the little dog just stood there looking up at him. "Go home mutt." He says walking down the Ally way. He had no intentions of keeping this yellow mutt; however the little thing began to follow him. "I said go home!" He yelled, but the little dog cowered and stayed close to him. After staring at the dog for a moment he sighed. "You don't have a home now do you? Those Asses probably were your owners…"
The blonde stood there debating for a few minutes before he knelt down and scooped the wiggling yellow dog into his arms. "Well you can stay with me for the night…"
The little dog's eyes just looked up at the blonde, happy to be held and hugged. Like a kindergartener who just got picked up from its first day of school by its parents. The blonde sighed and carried the little thing down the street, and up the flight of stairs to the apartment building he lived in. Unfortunately for him the landlord was around.
Normally the landlord didn't talk to Mello, usually he waited for Matt, but upon seeing the dog he walked over. "Mello… Who's dog is that?"
"No one's at the moment… want it?" The blonde asked holding the now calm dog out to the man.
"No thanks… If you want to have that dog you need to show me shot records and get me the pet deposit…"
Mello altered the dog's spot in his arms holding it under its armpits and supporting its bottom with his other arm, belly out. "Eh I just go him… I'll have to get his shots tomorrow… The deposit too… I'll send Matt down with it in the morning… He got his pay check to day so he'll have that and the rent down to you." Mello said staying relatively calm, he didn't know why but when the dog had cowered away from him it had hit a spot in his heart.
"No later then tomorrow Mello, I mean it or I'll call animal control." The landlord rolled his eyes as the blonde walked around him with the dog in his arms. "Oh and Mello?"
The blonde turned with an irritated sigh, with a 'what' look on his face.
"It's a she… Not a he…"
Mello rolled his eyes, he hadn't even thought to figure out what sex the dog was. He carried it up the stairs and after unlocking the door put the dog down in the apartment. "Ok… No pissing on anything, no eating anything and no… drooling on anything." He walked to the fridge and took out a can of generic cola Matt had brought home. He wasn't all that surprised to find Matt not at home. He picked up his cell phone and turned, eyes widening some. "NO! Bad Dog!"
Said bad dog was chewing on Matt's game system console. The dog looked over at Mello, wagging its tail as if it were a good dog and gnawing on the console more. Mello stalked over and picked up the puppy with a sigh. "Bad girl…" He tapped her nose, but couldn't find it in his heart to hit the puppy. He was quickly realizing this was not a full sized dog. The paws on the thing were huge.
"Are you hungry? Eh I'm hungry too… Lets see what we got here…" While holding the dog this time, Mello looked through the cupboards, not finding anything he thought a dog should or would consume. "Hmm… How about pasta!" He said looking at the puppy's brown eyes. "Even I can do that… Just boil water, throw some salt in it and ten minutes later wa la! Pasta! I don't think Pasta is bad for you at least…"
The blonde put the puppy down. "How old are you anyway girl?" Mello really had no idea about dog's, let alone puppies. He'd have to find someone who knew something about them tomorrow. Mello put the water on to boil and put the pasta in, he picked up his forgotten cell phone, watching the dog chew on an old slipper of Matt's. The phone rang a few times, and Mello tapped his foot impatiently.
"Ello?"
"Bring home dog food…"
"Mello… I don't care how mad you are at me or what sick idea is going through your head, but I am not eating dog food…"
"Its not for you, you egocentric Ass. Oh and the landlord upped the rent by $100 bucks, bring that home with you."
"Mello… Why do you want to eat dog food? And why did he up the rent? How many ATM's do you expect me to hit up for money here?"
"You'll find out when you get home… Hurry up or find your own dinner I'm not promising we're leaving you any…"
"Who's this we you're talking about?" The red head didn't seem to be concentrating; however the blonde could hear the sounds of the arcade behind him.
"Look number three… Just get home and bring a chew toy with you unless you want your slippers eaten."
"Wait… A dog? Mello… You brought home a dog!?"
Mello hung up the phone without another word and sighed, taking some butter and some already grated pasta cheese out of the fridge and sighing. "If you see something with red hair, and who smell's idiotic and of electronics bite it ok?"
The yellow dog just wagged its tail and brought the slipper over to Mello, looking up at him expectantly.
"You want me to throw that don't you… I refuse…" He turned around, but found the slipper dropped on his foot. Mello sighed. "You know I'm the boss around here little girl…" He got down on the floor and threw the slipper across the room, the puppy ran after it excitedly, little paws scraping on the tile floor of the kitchen, and not quite moving at first because of how fast it tried to take off.
After ten minutes of playing throw the slipper, wrestle it away from the dog and throw the slipper again, Mello had almost forgotten about the pasta and he jumped up to dump it in the strainer, then dump it into a bowl with the butter and mix it in. "You're distracting you know that?" he said to the panting dog.
After the pasta had cooled and Mello had found a bowl to give the pup water in, he gave the dog some of the pasta and sat down to eat some himself. The yellow dog ate it up and he sighed, eating his own slowly. By the time he finished, and looked around for the puppy, the little thing was asleep at his feet.