Beyond: Hello there! I decided to start a multi chap fic that actually goes along with the plot of the manga. The rating is for language right now, but later it'll be for lemons. It will eventually lead to the KIRA investigation. And I apologize if you don't find it funny; my sense of humor may be kind of strange. I own nothingggg. Read and enjoy!
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MATT P.O.V
Monday.
The worst day of the week without a doubt.
Not because it signals the end of the weekend and the start of the school or work week. Oh no, Monday is the day that last weeks house rankings are posted.
"Come on Matt, I wanna see the ranks!" My blond haired roommate whined as he pulled on my sleeve to get me out of our messy room. Video games and chocolate wrappers littered the overused and now tan carpet. If you are reading a fiction from this fandom, you should already know what items were whose.
I tried my best to stall his imminent trip to the Dinning Hall by being as sarcastic and stubborn as I could manage. I, however, was no match for Mello's iron will and brute strength. He pulled his fist back and introduced it to the side of my right shoulder. Painfully, I might add.
"Fine, damnit!" I growled as I gently pushed my DS down safely into my pocket. I wouldn't want her getting hurt in Mello's rage. Yes, you read right, HER. Her name happens to be Mary, for Blue Mary from King of Fighters. She, in my opinion, is the hottest videogame character ever created, even though she looks oddly like Mello. But I'm not gay. Not even a little. No homo.
I lifted my body off of my Pokemon themed bed and made like it took an amazing amount of effort before I joined the blond haired boy at our door. I pulled my orange tinted goggles back over my eyes as we entered the bright light of the hallway.
His hand shot out quickly and grabbed my wrist in a death hold as he dragged my down the long corridor to the Dinning Hall. He pushed violently through the double doors and all the children gathered in front of the list stopped chatting and separated so Mello could get to the front.
5...4...3…2
"FUCKING HELL, NEAR!" Shrieked Mello as he pushed his way, violently once again, out of the mob of orphans. "Second again to that… that… Unfeeling, ugly, stupid, friendless albino!" The chocolate lover rattled off the list of insults through his clenched teeth.
"After seeing the results from our last examination, Mello should know that Near is anything but stupid," said pale boy spoke in a quiet monotone. I honestly believed he had no idea that that could be considered rude. Does he really think that Mello, the ticking time bomb of emotion, won't hesitate to beat his ass into the ground?
He walked –no, stomped- over to where Near sat on the ground in his peculiar way, and lifted him up by his collar.
I just looked the other way and took Mary out of my pocket. If I don't see it, then it isn't happening, right?
I heard a few punches and kicks before I finally felt bad enough for the youngest boy to help. I shut Mary off and shoved her back into my pocket, praying for her safety.
"Mello, that's enough," I said harshly as I hooked my hand around his elbow. It was pushed back, preparing to land another blow on Near's porcelain face.
He turned his head back slowly and it looked like something straight out of a horror movie. His face was flushed a bright red and I don't think I've ever seen him that angry. Ever.
"Trader," he hissed before dropping the still silent boy on his backside and storming off; to our room no doubt.
I helped Near to his feet and walked with him to the Infirmary before shuffling back to our room in search of the chocolate lover.
I reached our door and twisted the knob with no avail. Damnit he locked the door. What a fucking girl.
I felt deep in my back pocket for my key and inserted it into the keyhole. I inwardly laughed at that sentence, for I am a pervert. I'm a 14 year old boy, so sue me.
I pushed the door open with a 'chhhh' as the hard wood of the door traveled over the dirty bristles of our carpet.
"Mello?" I asked cautiously while raising an arm to protect my face. No response.
I poked my head in enough to see him sitting on his bed murdering a chocolate bar with his mouth. His gaze shifted from the text book in his lap over to me in a cold, harsh glare.
"Get out," he snarled.
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Wait, did his eyes just render me speechless? No.
No.
No.
No!
I am NOT gay! Especially not for my best friend.
I just didn't have anything to think, is all. Yeah. That's a good excus- I mean reason.
I look back into his glare and… I think my heart just fluttered.
Heartburn again.
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Mello P.O.V
Ahh Monday.
It's usually the worst day of the week, but this week I know today's going to be special. I have a feeling that I finally beat Near! I just know it. I've studied so much harder than he EVER has. I deserve the title of the next L. Not him. I doubt he even wants it. He probably just wants it to rub in my face. Well, not this time. This time, it'll be me laughing. Alright, technically he's never laughed at me; but that emotionless face and non-caring attitude is just as bad, if not worse!
"Come on Matt, I wanna see the ranks," I whined while yanking on his shirt to get him out the door. I didn't want to leave without him. I'll admit it, he's my only friend. The other kids here are afraid of me for some reason. Eh who needs 'em? I don't want someone who will put up with me; I want someone who'll fight back. I like em' feisty. Ick, I just thought of Matt as being feisty. I wonder if he's a fighter in bed, too. GAHHH I did NOT just think that! Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
I might be bisexual, but that doesn't mean I can like Matt. He's my (very straight) best friend. Damn, I can't ruin our friendship by liking him.
"Fine, damnit," he growled as he shoved his game thing into his pocket. Wait, I think he named it. What was it again… Matilda? No, that doesn't sound right. Oh well, not like I care.
The red head made a chore of getting off of his Pokyman print bedspread or whatever it was called before joining me at the door. God, he could be so selfish sometimes! He's holding me back from my victory dance because he's too lazy to get up.
Hehe, get up.
No!
Bad thoughts!
I pushed the inappropriate thought to the back of my mind (where I could access later in the privacy of our bathroom) and grabbed his wrist, practically dragging the gamer down the hallway.
When we got to the Dinning Hall, I ran through the double doors and ran through the crowd of homeless kids. Not very nice, but who ever said I was nice? They seemed to all stop talking when they saw my entrance. Probably to stare at the new first rank, I'm guessing.
I pushed my way to the front just to see the proof. I scanned up the list and… there I was! But…
I wasn't…
But I thought for sure I would be…
Near.
!
I'm going to kill him when I see him.
"FUCKING HELL, NEAR!" I growled but it turned out a lot more high pitched than I wanted. "Second again to that… that… Unfeeling, ugly, stupid, friendless albino!" I spat through my teeth.
"After seeing the results from our last examination, Mello should know that Near is anything but stupid," said pale boy spoke in the quiet monotone that I absolutely despised.
That's it. His ass is grass.
Such a bastard! He is so arrogant!
I stormed over to him, wrapped my fist around his perfectly white shirt collar and yanked him into the air.
I was waiting for Matt to back me up, but when I looked for him, he was playing his stupid games. Che, I can do this myself.
I brought my fist back and smacked my knuckles hard against his jaw. I repeated this over and over again until I saw him wince. That is the most emotion I've seen out of him in five years.
I want to see more.
I let my arm fall and he looks relieved.
He shouldn't.
I bring my leg up and knee him continuously in the stomach until blood trickles out of the corner of his mouth.
I think he's had enough. Almost.
I look at his face and decide he is in need of a black eye on his once perfectly white face. Black. A little reminder of me.
I crane my elbow back, about to strike, before I feel a hand grip me through my long, black shirt.
"Mello, that's enough."
I turn my head slowly, furious. Who dares to interrupt Near's beating?
Matt?
Matt.
"Trader," I hiss and throw the albino on his ass. I storm away, heading to the library before I remember it's closed before noon. Damn, I'll just have to go to the room.
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Beyond: I hope it's alright. This won't be PWP. Please comment. I suppose you can flame too, but just don't get too crazy.