Hey there readers!
This is my first chapter to my first EVER fanfic and im super happy about it
I just want to give a general warning for FUTURE LEMONS, FOUL LANGUAGE (A.K.A Mello), and YAOI / BOY X BOY
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I hope you enjoy! I'm also very sorry for overlooked spelling mistakes!
I felt a warm tingling feeling in my nose, followed by a warm liquid run down my lip. I lifted my hand bringing it to wipe my lip, and when I moved my hand back down it was now stained with blood. My head was throbbing and my legs started to collapse from underneath me, sending me backwards, hitting my head on the row of lockers behind me. I shifted my gaze from the floor to the dark pair of eyes staring down at me. Those blood curdling eyes belonged to the school neanderthal, Jackson Hughes. I felt my whole body shudder when a sudden burst of laughter came over him.
"Wow…I mean I knew you were weak but DAMN! This is just too pathetic"
I don't know what spontaneously possessed me but the pain fled my entire body being replaced by uncontrollable anger. And before I could stop myself I was lunging towards the muscular bully, putting my entire weight into my right arms' balled up fist. Although my efforts seemed wasted because this didn't even phase the man who just stepped to his left, dodging my punch entirely.
"Oh looky here it looks like the techno twerp has some fight left in him"
I was about to reply to his distasteful comment when I felt a sharp pain in my gut.
'wait when did he punch me? If he keeps fighting like this I won't live to see tomorrow!'
I was just about to just give up….and not just on the fight but with life in general. Hi my name is Mail Jeevas I'm 16 years old and a junior at Desunōto High School, and my life is worth jack shit. I grew up in an opulent lifestyle, living in a mansion with two doting and devoted parents who had good political jobs. On top of that I'm an only child so I've been spoiled senseless by my parents since day one. And I know what you're thinking 'how can this guy be so fortunate and still be depressed?' and do you know what my reply is? My reply is simply 'FUCK OFF' like seriously, people who think just because others in the world may have it worse than you that you have to suck up all the crap in your life and be grateful for what you have.
But how the hell could I be happy with my life when my daily schedule consists of this jackass Jackson beating the shit out of me. And not only is it the daily beatings but it's also the fact that I'm the social outcast who is simultaneously a nerd with a horrible smoking habit. I mean it's not my fault that I'm excellent with technology and that as far as class rankings go I'm third, to some weird kids named Near and Light or something.
The pain in my stomach was beginning to become unbearable so I decided to suck up my pride and let my knees buckle so I could just lie on the ground and pray that this beating is quicker than the others. My eyelids felt heavy and I was about to give into them when I heard a low growl emerge from a blurry figure behind Jackson.
"Who the hell are you?" I heard Jackson spit out at the mysterious figure.
"That's none of your damn business now is it?" I heard a soothing unfamiliar voice respond with a clear irritation in it, as if the figure standing behind Jackson was more concerned about their boredom then the person being beaten within inches of their life in front of him. "All you need to know is that I'm new…and trust me you don't wanna get to know me, especially when I'm angry." The voice continued.
"If I were you I wouldn't be so cocky newbie! My name is Jackson Hughes and I run this school, so if I were you I would just run along and forget what you saw or else you'll regret it." He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Trust me I'm no hero and I don't give a shit about the red haired geek you're beating up right now but it seems that the locker you're beating him up on is mine. And I've been having an extra crappy day today so take this damn fight somewhere else!"
"How dare you spe-"
And just like that the huge muscled man who has bullied me since day one of high school was on the ground. The mysterious shadowed figure had taken down this bozo in one swift kick in the face. My face started to sting and I couldn't tell if I was about to burst into tears or into laughter, but before my mind could make the decision my chemistry teacher appeared out from nowhere.
"What is goi-"
My teacher's eyes got noticeably wider as he stared at the blood soaked scene before him.
"H-how…d-did…..this happen?" was all the teacher was able to mutter
All three of us stayed silent knowing better than to reply to the teacher.
"Fine. If no one will talk then I guess I'm going to just have to give all three of you detention today." The chemistry teacher managed to say after a couple of more minutes of silence.
...
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful other than the occasional fist fight between delinquents; I mean the school I go to doesn't exactly have the best or nicest reputation. I was lost in thought for a while when I heard the bell ring, it was the part of the day I had been dreading…time for detention.
I walked into the detention room (yeah that's right our school is so bad that we have a separate class just for detention) and I felt a sudden shiver run up my spine when my eyes meet ice cold blue orbs, suddenly I found myself glaring at the 'not so much more' mysterious figure. The boy I was staring at had bright blonde hair almost reaching his shoulders with bangs that managed to conceal part of his face. He was dressed in leather from head to toe, not wearing a shirt but a tight fighting vest along with pants that seemed to fight him like a second layer of skin rather than actual cloth. The light seemed to shimmer off his silver belt buckle, which was obviously there just for show due to the fact that his pants could never fall off him with them being so tight. Then my eyes started wondering over his chest seeing long rosary. I was utterly confused 'how could the guy who just monkey kicked the strongest dude at the school also be a Christian?'
My inner monologue was the disrupted by a loud booming voice.
"What the hell are you staring at strawberry?...Take a picture it'll last longer!" the blonde boy barked and then proceeded to take out a chocolate bar and start taking huge bites out of it.
I felt my face start to heat up after his comment, but I fought it knowing that I would only anger him mo-….. 'Wait a damn second! Did he just call me strawberry?' after a long pause I decided I had to respond to him or else he would start to think I was mute.
"Did you just call me strawberry?" I managed to say after a while of awkward silence. It took everything in me not to stutter, but I knew that I couldn't show weakness in front of him.
"Well yeah" he stated matter of factly "your hair is red isn't it? And either way you have no right to question me! I was the one who saved your sorry ass today."
"…u-um yeah …t-thanks for that" I couldn't hold in the stutters after that
"Whatever. Just don't strain yourself there" he snorted with an amused look on his face.
I was saved from any more stomach wrenching communication with this guy when my physics teacher from earlier entered the room followed by Jackson who was noticeably pissed. "Okay guys it seems it's just you three in detention today, and I want to be here about as much as you guys do. So let me tell you what's going to happen, I'm going to leave the room and go get some coffee and do work. I don't care if you guys talk or play bored games or whatever, but I don't want you guys breaking anything and no fighting WHATSOEVER! I will return to the classroom when your time is up and then you will be dismissed. Do I make myself clear?" my teacher seemed annoyed at with the entire student body when he gave us this speech. We were all pretty shocked at this teachers lack of caring when it came to detention (not that I'm complaining) so we all just bobbed our heads up and down in understanding. And with that my teacher fled the classroom, leaving me with an uneasy feeling.
After a couple moments of silence Jackson finally decided to break it "You know what! This is all your fault you leather wearing homo! If you hadn't interfered in my fun I wouldn't be here now!"
I expected the blonde boy to kill Jackson on the spot. I mean you could still see Jackson's dried blood from the kick earlier on the tip of the mysterious guys knee high leather boots. But his reaction was the complete opposite.
The blonde boy started to lowly chuckle and then responded when he finally caught his breath "First of all I wasn't the one senselessly beating the nerd over there into a pulp so how in the world is it my fault? Second of all leather is fucking amazing and you don't know what the hell you're missing. Lastly what right do you have to call me a homo? I mean sure I might have saved that scrawny guys ass but that doesn't mean I like him or anything, you were beating him up on my fucking locker! What else was I supposed to do? Anyways if anything you're the homo! You seemed to enjoy putting your hands all over Strawberry over there. And by judging all the scars and bruises he has it seems that you beat him often, which only just proves that you are in fact the gay one."
I swear my faces color started to match the color of my bright red hair as I slowly processed the words coming out of the blonde's mouth. Then that feeling was replaced by anger when I realized that they were talking about me like I wasn't even in the room. My anger was interrupted when I heard the legs of a chair screech against the floor. When I looked over to the cause of the noise I saw Jackson rise from his chair; clenching his fits giving the blonde a glare so intense that I about fell out of my own chair.
"What did you just say?" Jackson screamed across the room, practically foaming at the mouth.
"You heard me! But now that I think about it you are a meat head jock, so your tiny brain might not have been able to contemplate the words coming out of my mouth. And for that I apologize, that was a mistake on my part. Let me summarize what I just said in terms even you might understand. THIS NOT MY FAULT…LEATHER IS AMAZING…I NOT GAY…YOU ARE GAY!"
I tried containing the laughter bubbling up my throat not wanting to be Jackson's new target to unleash his frustration on. I just sat back in amazement, gaping at the mysterious blondes' courage against the large muscular jock. I then looked between the two men sizing them up. At first glance the blonde definitely looked way more intimidating compared to Jackson, but height wise Jackson had the blonde beat. Jackson was 6'4" towering over the blonde, who seemed to be only 5'7" and with that realization I found myself suddenly fearing for the blondes' life. I looked even more closely and saw that the blonde wasn't that built, I mean don't get me wrong he has muscles (a lot more muscle than me anyway) but Jacksons biceps were almost the size of my head. 'Was that kick the blonde delivered earlier just a fluke?' I decided to push all my negative thoughts to the back of my mind knowing that there was no point in worrying now. Before I could respond to the situation before me at all I saw a flash before my eyes. I came to my senses realizing that streak of light was Jackson, who was now running towards the blonde at full force.
Jackson's actions not only surprised me but seemed to startle the blonde as well, but before he could do anything Jackson had pushed the blonde out of his chair and was now on top of him straddling him against the floor.
"What did I say? Now you're just making it obvious that you're gay by straddling me on the floor like this." The blonde remarked when he caught his breath after having the wind knocked out of him from the impact with the ground.
"You're gonna regret saying that! I'm gonna make you my bitch now! You're gonna be begging for your life in couple of minutes." And with that Jackson pulled his fist back sending it strait into the blondes' cheek.
Jacksons comment seemed to really piss the blonde off more than the actual punch itself. I mean the blondes' facial expression was already cold and menacing before, but now he seemed to radiate a look that would send even the devil running away with his tail in between his legs. "I'm nobody's fucking bitch! And the only one who's is going to be begging is you! And when you start begging then I might consider sparing your pitiful excuse for a life!" then all of a sudden the blonde managed to flip their positions and sent waves of punches Jacksons way.
Jackson only seemed to be able to doge a few, but most of them hit him instantly. At one point I heard a cracking sound coming from Jacksons face followed by a whimper leaving his blood stained lips.
"Now, now Mr. Meat Head Jock you wouldn't want to make too much noise now would you? Someone might hear your cries for help and spoil my fun." The blonde guy was practically singing these words obviously happy with the fact that Jackson was close to tears.
I might hate Jacksons guts and I might have gotten a little joy from this…okay maybe A LOT of joy, but that doesn't meant that he deserves to be killed by the deranged blonde lunatic. I did something that surprised even me; I got up from my chair and started to approach both of the boys. By the time I reached both of them the blonde was still punching Jackson who seemed to be losing consciousness by this point. I wasn't sure what to do, and I doubted that the blonde would be able to hear me protest since Jacksons cries were too loud to heard over. So I decided to risk my life and thought that direct contact should get his attention.
As I lifted my hand I could see it visibly shaking through the air. I placed my hand on the blondes' shoulder griping it as tight as I could, trying to get him out of his blood lusting condition. His fist froze midair when he felt the weight of my hand on his shoulder. The blonde slowly turned his head his eyes meeting mine for the second time today. We were in this position for a couple of moments before I decided that I should explain myself before he beat me to a bloody pulp.
"I-I think h-he has had enough?" I said but I realized that my statement had sounded more like a question.
"He's done when I say he's done!" he growled
"I hate that jock just as much as the next guy…but you should stop before you seriously hurt him. I don't want to see you get suspended on your first day of school." I said and tried to put on my most reassuring smile.
"Why would you care whether I got suspended from school or not?" He replied trying to hide the fact that he was confused by my actions.
"W-well because you saved me earlier today and that means I'm in your debt. And how am I supposed to repay my debt when you're not at school? I'm not the kind of guy who doesn't repay his debts." I was surprised that I was able to come up with a story that easily, especially when facing a person as scary as the blonde boy in front of me.
The blonde just seemed to smile a wicked smile sending shivers up my spine "Oh you're in my debt are you?" he got up off of Jackson and brushed his pants off then returned his gaze back up to mine "fine I will leave this meat head alone for now, but know that soon I will collect on that debt of yours."
The blonde then strode back to his desk leaving Jackson on the floor surrounded by blood, and I just stood there like a confused lost puppy. When I finally regained my composure I just used my remaining strength to return to my desk and plop down in my chair. My fingers fumbled in my pockets searching for my cigarette pack and my lighter. I needed my cigarette fix and once I took a drag I felt the calmest I had felt all day.
"That is disgusting" The blonde muttered. I looked over at him and he just returned a nauseated look.
"It's a bad habit of mine. It's the only way I can feel calm, and after the performance you just put on I really need it."
"Oh wow it looks like the cigarette also manages to give you a pair of balls because you were actually able to speak to me without stuttering or shaking." He said with an amused smirk covering his face.
"Yeah I guess….so what is your name? I mean I think it's only fair that I know the name of the person I'm in debited to." I was a little uneasy at asking this question not knowing how the blonde would react.
"Mihael Keehl, but I hate my name so just call me Mello."
When he said that I finally lost any composure I had. I was now hunched over my desk grabbing my stomach with my free hand that wasn't holding my cigarette and burst out into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Mello yelled, obviously not amused by my reaction.
"I'm sorry but your name is just hilariously ironic because you're most non-mello person I have ever met" I said with a smile on my face once I was done laughing "and my name is Mail Jeevas and I also hate my name so people just call me Matt."
"Well I'm glad that my name was able to amuse you" Mello sarcastically replied "and I think I'm just going to stick with my name for you and call you Strawberry."
I lowered my head trying to fight the blush starting to appear on my cheeks 'damn, that's the second time today he's made me blush.'
After a half an hour of silence I realized detention would be over soon, and I looked over to the ground to see Jackson still lying there holding his face and trying to wipe the blood away with his shirt sleeve.
"Um…h-hey Mello?" I asked mentally slapping myself for stuttering
"What."
"D-don't you think w-we should…you know…help J-Jackson out before the teacher gets back?"
"…Why the hell would I help out that meat head?" Mello snapped no longer holding back his irritation.
I gulped, noting the fact that it was very audible. I started praying to myself hoping that Mello would spare my life after the next few words came out of my mouth…because I knew he would definitely not like what I was about to say. "Well I know that you would just love nothing more than to get detention again so we could hang out more, but maybe we should help him out, because I know you would eventually get sick of me." My hands were shaking in my lap when I tried to give him my best playful smirk and roll my eyes just for good measure so he would understand I was just messing with him so I could lighten the mood.
He quickly shifted his face away from mine to look out the window and then he let out a low heart numbing chuckle. "You wish that you were able to hang with someone as amazing as me."
Mellos' reaction had genuinely shocked me. He shifted his gaze from the window back to me, and I felt my heart stop when his passionate blue eyes met mine. I could tell that my surprised reaction was noticeable because right when he saw my face het out another laugh.
"Watch yourself there Strawberry you're gonna catch flies if you leave your mouth hanging open like that." Mello said after he was done laughing at my expense.
Before I could reply or even process the sweet words coming out of his mouth, we were rudely interrupted by a guy who seemed to just have a death wish or maybe he just had a big pair of balls to talk to Mello the way he did.
"Both of you dorks are going to make me puke all over myself if you don't stop flirting like the pair of homos you are." Jackson said with a shaky voice, still recovering from Mello's beating.
When I heard what Jackson said I could feel my entire face pale, and I know what you thinking 'I thought for sure that Matt would start blushing like the idiot he is after hearing someone say that he was flirting with Mello!' and you know what, if someone said that same thing to me and some other person who wasn't Mello, I probably would be blushing. But that wasn't the case, because that other person was Mello…and the reason I paled is because I knew that Mello was going to kill Jackson this time, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I whipped my head around trying to give Mello a pleading look, begging him to not beat Jackson senseless. But what I saw had completely taken me aback. What I saw was a calm Mello, who was just sitting in his chair eating his second chocolate bar.
"You can stop staring at me now Strawberry!" Mello said to me with a slight smirk starting to pull the corner of his lips up."
"S-Sorry…M-Mello…..I j-just thought that y-you were gonna kill him or something…" Suddenly I felt very stupid for even thinking that, but I mean who could blame me. I mean I've known him only for like an hour but he doesn't exactly strike me as the person with complete self-control.
"Wow it's nice to know that you think so highly of me." Mello spat with sarcasm radiating off his words.
"…I'm sorry I shouldn't have come up with stupid assumptions like that…but just so you know I don't think lowly of you….. like you said earlier today, your really did save my sorry ass from that meat head jock."
After that my heart stopped immediately when I saw a faint color of pink come to Mellos' cheeks, but sadly the color left as soon as it appeared. 'Did he just blush? No of course not…he would never….I must just be imagining things.'
"Well I think very lowly of you…" Mello said as he turned his head away from me and started to stare out the window again.
"I'm not very surprised…I mean the first time we met you watched me get the shit beaten out of me. On top of that you saw how I have a horrible smoking habit, and I constantly get looked down upon by everybody. But it's okay, because I'm used to people have low opinions of me so I'm really not that offended." Although I would be lying if I said that Mellos' words didn't sting a little more than other peoples insults, but I wasn't about to share that fact with him.
And before I could say anything else I felt two strong hands pull me up out of my seat gripping my shoulders with great intensity. And then I found myself staring back into the ice cold orbs with fury written all over them.
"You know what pisses me off Matt?" I couldn't believe what was happening; Mello had a death grip on my shoulders pulling me up inches away from his face. I was too stunned at his actions to even realize that that was the first time he had used my real name. "What pisses me off is when people who have had to constantly deal with shit their entire lives just give up after a while and lie over and start taking the beating that has been given to them! Don't think for a second that I actually care about your feelings or what happens to you, but you need to suck it up and stop being such a pussy! I don't care if you end up losing the battle but you better not go down without a fight! Do you understand?"
"Hey…calm down all I meant was that I'm used to people saying shit about me….alright? I never said anything about giving up." I could barely say the words without them coming out choked.
"Don't you dare lie to me you little fucker! You're really starting to piss me off! You might not have said those words verbatim but I know for a fact that you're on the brink of giving everything up! I've seen that look before!"
Before I could try to tell Mello otherwise, he loosened his grip on me and practically slammed me down into my seat. He started to stomp over back over to his chair with a silent fury.
"You know what? Go ahead and give up…see if I care." Mello growled as he settled back into his seat.
I could feel tears starting to tug at my eyes I quickly wiped them away and tried to regain my composure. "I'm sorry…..you are right…I am close to giving up….I promise I won't lose without a fight though…" I managed to say in a voice barely above a whisper. I had no idea what made me promise something so big to a person I just met, but I felt that I had to and if I hadn't that it would only hurt me.
The rest of detention was spent in complete silence, with the occasional shuffle when Jackson had gotten up from the ground and went to the bathroom to clean off all the blood from his face. I was surprised and relieved to see that most of the swelling had gone away.
I was starting to fall asleep when I heard the door to the classroom fling open followed by the tired looking physics teacher. "Okay guys detention is over, please try to stay out of tro-…Jackson what happened to your face?" Jackson just shifted in his seat not really sure how to respond but before he could the physics teacher just sighed and continued to talk "You know what! I don't think I really care, just all of you get out of my sight."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I collected my stuff and bolted out the door followed by Mello and Jackson. The walk to the parking lot was a little awkward because Jackson seemed to walk in a different direction while Mello and I were left alone walking the same way.
"You following me or something?" Mello asked breaking the awkward silence.
"N-No my cars just apparently parked in the same direction as yours."
He just scoffed at my remarked, and we continued to walk. I saw my beautiful red 1968 Chevrolet Camaro RS/SS start to appear in the distance, parked next to a beautiful black motorcycle that wasn't there this morning. As I approached my car I could see Mello start to get on said motorcycle and I realized that it fit his personality so well. My thoughts were once again interrupted when I reached for the door handle and I heard Mellos' voice reach me ear.
"Hey what are you doing? Are you trying to steal that car or something?" Mello questioned with a confused look on his face.
"Um no…this is my car…" I said unsure why he would ask a question like that.
"WHAT!? SERIOUSLY!" and with that Mello hoped back off his motorcycle and ran over to me and punched me in the arm. I could tell the punch was meant to be playful and he held back his strength but I still hurt like crazy.
"Um yeah it's a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro RS/SS" I replied while rubbing the spot on my arm where he punched me.
"Strawberry it looks like you've been holding out on me! You must be loaded to be able to afford a car like this!" his playful expression quickly turned into anger as he furrowed his eyebrows "Hey if you are rich then why the hell are you so fucking depressed?"
"Um I don't recall ever telling you I was depressed and my money is none of your business!" I yelled
"Calm your tits Strawberry! I was just curious…..anyways you definitely need to give me a ride sometime because damn that is one sweet looking car!"
I felt the heat return to my cheeks for the third time that day. "Thanks, that means a lot! This car is kind of my pride and joy. And like I said before I'm in your debt so I could give you a ride whenever you want! Also your motorcycle isn't bad looking either and it couldn't have been cheap."
"Trust me it wasn't" Mello said with a proud smirk covering his face.
"Okay well I better get going…b-but maybe we s-should…..exchange numbers and you can c-call me whenever you feel like getting a ride so you can test out my car."
'Did I just really ask for his number…oh god I must look like a babbling dork right now.' I was mentally punching myself at this point.
Mello just nodded and took out his phone and handed it to me, and I followed his actions.
The ride home was boring and as soon as I got home all I could do was fall into my bed with uncontrollable thoughts of the angry blonde I had met today.
"This is going to be interesting…" I whispered to myself as I drifted into a deep sleep.
Well that was chapter 1 and once again I'm sorry for any typos!
I hope you liked it! :)
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