bWARNING!: YAOI/SHOUNEN-AI ALERT! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!/b
ubI'm Sorry I Love You pt.1/b/u
Today was the day. Finally. How much he had waited for this day to arrive, how much he had longed for it to come, almost drawing "x"s on the calendar's date for each day passed, until it reached the square circled in bright red marker. Almost. He couldn't have let Matt know how much this day meant to him, although the gamer probably already knew. Probably.
He couldn't sleep last night, not a minute, not at all. He had been way too excited to close his eyes, not even one, too agitated to think about relaxing, not even to store some energy for the so awaited day. Even so, that Matt had to tell him to stop grinning like an idiot, that otherwise he would remained in that position forever to make him calm down the slightest bit.
The blonde had gotten up at five in the morning, jumping out of bed like a compressed spring. Sprinting down the corridors to the showers, he paid no mind to the rumbling coming from the kitchens, nor from his stomach; he could worry about breakfast later on. It didn't matter, for now.
He took a burning hot shower to clear up his sleep-deprived mind, couldn't care less about the other orphans who would have only cold water left. He dried himself hastily, passing on a set of clothes he had brought with him, then running out of the steam-filled room like a dashing arrow, right back to his shared bedroom.
Stepping in without a second thought for his sleeping friend, he rushed to their wide mirror and fixed his hair with the most thoughtful meticulousness . Finding himself presentable enough, he spun round and kicked a snoring Matt out of his bed, earning a surprised scream from him.
"Wake up, sleepy ass! You gotta get ready!" Mello nearly yelled as he shook his friend harshly. "C'mon! Get up!".
A pillow collided with his face, making him fell backwards. "For all the good DS games on this earth, Mello! What's your freakin' problem, man? It's six fucking a.m.!" Matt shouted at him, the pillow still in his hands. "What. The fuck. Do you want?".
Mello sat up and dusted himself, ignoring the red head's foul mood. "Nothing, really" he said on an even tone, removing a golden hair from his shoulder. "I just thought you would want to get up early, so you could have mire time to get ready for the day, is all. No need to thank me".
Matt hit him a second time with his pillow square in the face, with enough force to send him to the ground. "So you just woke me up one hour earlier for nothing, is that it?" the gamer growled, straddling the shorter teen's hips, ready to hit him again if need be.
The slightly older boy gave a rather hard kick to his friend's side, so now pinning him down, a wide grin on his face. "Normally, that would be a yes. But today's special. So stop whining and get up! I want to give a good impression!" he said as he rose to his feet, pulling onto Matt's arm to help him up the floor.
"Good impression? To whom? Why?" Matt asked, following Mello to the wall where the calendar proudly hanged. He stared at the squares for a few seconds, and after being slapped at the back of his head by an impatient blonde, he finally understood as he acknowledged the red-marked date as being today's. "Oh...".
"Yeah. Now hurry up. We're the only two that know, so keep it a secret" Mello said throwing the technology freak a stack of clean clothes, and heading to the door.
He walked down the hall in the most casual way, hands in his pants pockets, like if nothing was on his mind, like if life was the same as yesterday, like if nothing big that he was aware of wasn't about to happen.
"iTime to go taunt that brat with what I know, and then tell him nothing! He'll beg me to know, that's for sure!/I" Mello told himself as he slowly made his way to the playroom, where he, without a doubt, would find his rival.
As luck (or normal tendencies) would have it, the blond teen indeed found the albino boy where he expected him to be, building what looked like London with Lego's. where else would he have been, anyways? Near was always the first one there in the morning, and the last one to leave at night, for it would have been useless to stay in a bedroom that wouldn't allow him to rest. Mello never saw the younger boy eat with the other children, never saw him ear at all. Sometimes, the orphanage's number 1 would withdraw un the library, but then again, would be as quickly out as he would be in.
The short-tempered thirteen-year-old sat down crossed-legs in front of Near, on the other side of London. He watched the young genius pile up a few more colourful blocks before getting irritated of the silence, and asked with a smirk dancing on his lips "Do you know what day it is today, Near?".
"The fifth of November" the white-haired orphan replied calmly, not looking up from his miniaturized buildings.
"iIt's going to be so much fun, I can feel it!/I" Mello thought, his smirk growing widely. "And do you know what is going to happen, today?" he asked the younger orphan, his smooth voice hiding a nuance of mischievousness.
"Do you mean besides our daily routine and the fact that L is coming?" Near asked back, fitting a blue block on a yellow one, completing yet another building with the plastic bricks.
The blue-eyed teen stared at him with wide eyes, his hands quickly balling into fists. "How come byou/b know that L is coming?" he nearly shouted at the albino, standing up.
Near shrugged indifferently, piecing two blocks together. "Roger told me" he answered simply, unfazed by Mello's murderous aura.
Mello almost shook in rage. His plan to make the younger boy jealous of the knowledge he would have kept of telling him was ruined! He kicked a Lego skyscraper, the pieces flying across the room and scattering on the floor. "I hate you!" he yelled at the lithe teenager's face, before stomping out of the room.
He hurried down a corridor, uncaring of the closed doors on both side of him behid which he could hide to let out his frustration, heading for his room and nowhere else.
At a corner where another corridor was crossing the one he was following, he bumped into something, someone, going the same way as him. "Can't you fucking watch where you're going, dammit!" he yelled, not even bothering to look up at the taller figure he had just ran into.
"Blond, rather tall for his age, all dressed in black, short-tempered and foul-mouthed" a deep, yet bored-sounding voice said above Mello's head. "By the look of it, there's a 98.7% chance of you being Mello. Am I right, or did I went wrong somewhere?".
Mello froze completely, his sparkling blue eyes, which had held so much fury a moment ago now opening widely in shock. His gaze travelled slowly up, from the nude feet to the blue, baggy jeans, to the long-sleeved white shirt, to finish on the pale face framed by ebony hair. He stared into the black, dead eyes, trying to work words out of his mouth.
"iThat can't be him! That can't be him!/i" the blond teen kept repeating in his mind, over and over, time after time and again. It couldn't be him, and yet, it couldn't be anyone else. From the way the man was standing, hunched over, to the cherry-flavoured lollipop pressed against his thin lips, it had to be him. Even though Mello had never met him, he just could tell that the newcomer was–
"Let's just say you're Mello, alright? Since I'm pretty sure you are, there's no real big difference" the man said, pointing the red lollipop on Mello, the hint of a smile on his lips. "I'm L" he added, before popping the sugary bead in his mouth, the stick poking out.
The blue-eyed boy could only gap at the raven, his body and mind frozen. He could barely blink when L spoke to him again "It seems like we're going the same way, you and I. Do you mind if we walk along?".
Escaping the misty blur that had captured his mind for a few moments, Mello slowly shook his head no. "Alright, then" L smile, resuming his way down the corridor, the blonde quickly running to his level and walking by the tall man's side.
They both remained silent, pacing away as if they were alone since the beginning. They're mismatched footsteps were the only noises hear, which in itself was even more curious than the detective's many quirks, for the wide orphanage was always loud, during day, the quietness of the night often broken by a couple sobs reminding the Wammy's House children why they were there.
The eerie, nearly perfect silence was wrecked and forgotten when the older male rummaged through his jeans pocket to fish out a brand-less chocolate bar, which of he gave half to Mello. The blond orphan opened wide eyes at the offer, taking the half bar from the detective's cold hand, quickly munching on it as he observed from the corner of his eyes the detective engulf his piece of the chocolate bar, licking his fingers and lips clean.
"So... where are you going like that?" Mello heard himself say, all the assurance he had lost while realizing that L was standing next to him finally back. He glanced up at the raven, soon gazing back down at his feet when said raven looked back at him, his empty eyes seeming to look right through him to peer directly at his soul, free to search his every thoughts and secrets.
"I want to see my old room" L declared in his emotionless tone, keeping his black hole eyes fixed on the teen. "It was the second last door to the left" he said, pointing the afore-mentioned door once they turned the corner to have it in sight.
Mello gasped and looked up at the best detective of the current days, meeting with the bottomless gaze. "That's my room!" he said, shock audible in his voice. "Mine and my best friend Matt's!".
"Is that so?" L asked, pressing a thumb to his lips, still staring at intensively at the blonde. "What a strange coincidence".
"Yeah" Mello replied, grabbing the knob and opening the door for both himself and L. "Please try to ignore the mess. Matt and I had a small fight this morning, and forgot to pick after ourselves" he said, scratching the back of his head as a pink blush bloomed on his cheeks.
The sweet-addict stepped into the room, his onyx eyes everywhere at the same time, scrutinizing the place to the last detail. "Nothing has changed" he said after a while, burying his hands in his pockets. "Nothing, except for the second bed. Also that the room seemed bigger when I was a child, but that can be explained by the fact that I was shorter when this was mine" he stated without any emotion, turning around to have a look of the four walls.
"Rogers's cheap when it comes to redecoration" Mello said as he closed the door behind him and locking it to avoid Matt to walk in (or even worse, to avoid bNear/b walking in), then sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, trying his best not to stare at L too much.
"Rogers, hmm? That old friend of Watari's still doing the job, it seems" the twenty-four year old muttered, more to himself than to anyone else to hear, crouching down to the floor with a thumb on his lips.
Mello glanced at the detective a few times before speaking "You can sit on the bed if you want. It's more comfortable than the floor".
The usually loud teen blushed slightly when L gaze back at him, his dull, dark eyes diving into Mello's sparkling blue ones. He soundlessly got up and sat down next to the teen, wrapping his arms around his risen knees. "Even the bed feels the same" he said, bouncing slightly onto the mellow surface that was the mattress of the younger orphan's bed.
"It's not the best bed of all, but it's good enough to sleep on" Mello said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
The blonde didn't notice L's gaze set on him, for the first time something shining in his eyes usually void of all emotion. He asked with a voice that didn't sound bored at all "bJust/b to sleep on?".
"Wha– Mmph?". Before Mello could realize it, he was trapped beneath the man, his back on the bed and his lips against the raven's.
For the briefest moment he remained completely still, shocked but mostly scared. What was L going to do to him? When he felt long, bony fingers slip under his shirt and a tongue brush against his tightly shut lips, it became obvious to him.
L, his idol, his purpose in life, was about to rape him.
To Be Continued...