Kneel
A/N: hello again! this just kinda popped into my head during french...sorry if it's a little OC... again, i don't care about reviews but constructive criticism is welcome!
P.S STILL LOOKING FOR A BETA!! T.T
DISCLAIMER: if i owned Death Note...i'd be friggin ritch and japanese...(of which i'm neither!)
Kneel
Matt sat in the very corner of the living room, playing his DS and smoking his second pack of the day. It was quarter past noon and Mello was already in one of his moods (thus, accounting for the gamers chain smoking). He removed the butt from his mouth and lit up another one. Just then, the front door slammed open, ricocheting off the wall, barley missing the blonde. He threw his jacket onto a nearby chair and viciously snapped off a piece of chocolate. "Have a good reunion?" Matt said, pausing his game. "What do you think?" Mello growled. Matt rolled his eyes and took another drag of his smoke, standing up. "Did you get that picture from Near?" that received him a death look. "I burned it."
"Oh…" Matt said as he took another drag, "so what's the big deal?" The back of Mello's gloved hand connected with the side of his cheek, forcing his head to the side. He adjusted his goggles and looked back to the fuming blonde. "I got played by that dirty motherfucker!" Matt imagined smoke coming out of Mello's ears as he went off onto one of those "I-hate-Near's-stinking-guts-and-hope-he-dies" rants. He sat down and resumed his game. Another backhand to the cheek sent his smoke flying out of his mouth. "What the fuck?" Matt said, reaching for the smoldering stick. Mello kicked him in the stomach, then pinned his outstretched arm under his boot. "Goddamn listen to me when I speak to you!" he said as he kicked Matt in the stomach again. Mello watched with slight satisfaction when the auburn's eyes began to water, lungs attempting to draw breath into his heaving chest. "Well?" another kick. It was utterly pathetic how he tired to curl in on himself. That idiotic fool. He just floated through life, playing those fucking games and smoking those fucking cancer sticks. Bastard. He never tried to do well at anything. He never studied for tests (and still did well) do nothing for three days then crack some crazy encryption. He never worked for nothing. This fueled his anger more. He grabbed the collar of the striped shirt and heaved the red head up, only to land a left hook to his face, knocking the gamers' beloved goggles off that maddening visage. "Mello, you should really calm--"
"Don't order me around you dumb shit!" he punched Matt in the kidney. He crumpled like a can. "Do you understand? I'm the boss here! Me! Me only!" This time, he kicked him in the face. Blood began to seep out of Matt's nose as he cradled is head, trying to direct the blonde's wrath away from his face. "Yes!" he croaked, "You're the boss, Mel, only you. You're the leader." Mello grinned. That was music to his ears. It was a victory for him, breaking that stupid, stoic-faced asshole crumble and writher at his feet. Groveling, bleeding. "I'm sorry, Mello." He said.
Disgusting.
"And you goddamned should be, you cock sucking slut." he said darkly, aiming another blow to the back of his head.
Sinner.
This time, Matt cried out. This seemed to egg the blonde on as he continued to beat him into the ground. It took a long time for Mello to finally calm down enough to stop beating on Matt and go into the bedroom. He sat on his bed, the image of his best friend curled in the fetal position, bleeding and crying, invading his thoughts. He bit into a piece of chocolate. As time went on, he finally heard the red head's footsteps make their way to the bathroom. Probably to clean off his face, Mello figured. Matt poked his bruised face into the doorway "What do you want for supper?" he asked, as if nothing happened. "Anything but that shitty take out pizza you got last time." Mello replied.