OMG! -Spazz Attack- I haven't written a fanfic in ages! Well I wonder if this one will bring me back with a Bang! D
I love this couple, They are just. So cute! Matt ZOMG Hottie! 3
Please Review this. I know I should be getting back to my SuzaHina one but...I'm in a writer block!
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The brick wall was aging; the impulse of the worn out sole of oversized boots didn't improve it.
As the wind puffed up a light breeze, the smoke from his cigarette blew with it.
Hands in pockets, head tilts downward though still keeping view on the sidewalk and street in front, Matt clenched his cigarette; fucking wind blowing threw him.
People bustled past him. Some with umbrellas . Or wear parka coats as if the wind was blowing snow on them instead of the breeze.
Wait.
Raindrops came down from overhead. "People with umbrellas are smart then." Jerking up the zipper on his faux fur and leather vest, so the collar poked over mouth.
A child, no older than 7, with her mother walked by Matt.
Curiously, she stopped right in front of him and pointed with her small bony finger. "Mommy, why is he wearing swimming glasses?"
Matt tilted his head up more to look at the child with his infamous anger smile.
"Hey kid, Didn't that bitch right there you call you mom teach you it's not polite to point?" Matt barked towards her.
First time today someone stopped to point at him. If Mello was here, he would take the time from eating his chocolate bar, to backhand his head..
"Excuse me, Sir, but I wish you not to talk to my daughter like that." The mother expressed shooting Matt a glare.
Matt scoffed and pulled a hand from his pocket to run through his hair; damn rain was making his hair messy and cold. Though it was always like that. "Look here Mom," Matt reached his other hand out of his pocket, with a gun pointed towards the two.
"Either you teach your kids manners," A finger make the trigger click, "Or I will."
The mother and daughter ushered off in a rushed manner. Throwing the gun back into his ,this time, vest pocket.
Last thing he needed was the goddamn cops after his ass.
From across the street, the signal for walkers went off ; even through the reddish orange lenses, Matt definitely wasn't blind.
A bustle of walkers from Matt's side of the walk, went over the crossway, All hunched together in such a close, from the view, very uncomfortably.
The signal started to blink; Alerting the walkers to move their asses, charming the drivers to hit the gas and do 80 out of the light.
Wind picked up, Matt was ready to progress his region of space to a more sheltered arena.
Yet the bobbing of blond hair pinned up, flapping against the wind caught his eye.
Two bags in each hand. Dashing towards the crosswalk, ready to cross towards Matt's side.
Yet she didn't wait. Normal civilized people would have waited for the next signal to cross. Matt scoffed.
Who was he to talk about civilized?
The bobbing Blondie, bags and all, gave a run across the sidewalk on the 8 blink of the light ; 10 till the driver's signal turned green.
He didn't know why, it made him unsettled. Taking his foot off the wall, for once being tense and not leaned back. Both of the crusty boots on the puddle splashed ground.
She hit the 3rd to last white crossing bar when she got hit.