Just for darkatsu midnight and Nekomimi-Mary, I write this. My belated Holiday present, it is.
I don't own, obviously.
*(in the process of editing this to make it better)*
I step out of the car and slowly make my way through the cemetary, occaisionally dropping a flower or two on a grave, my companion keeping pace with me silently. I shivered in the chilly autumn breeze, because I, like a dumbass, left my coat in the car. My companion, despite wearing less clothing than I, didn't so much as flinch when the trees above rained down icy drops of water from last nights rain upon us.
I sighed at the long walk ahead of us, because the gravestones I was looking for were way in the back, for some reason. My companion grabbed my hand, and we started hiking. I was glad that my boots were comfortable, non-motorcycle boots, unlike those of my companion, because they looked uncomfortable. No doubt there will be footrubs once we arrive home. And after that....
I shivered just thinking about it.
At one point, my companion was stopped by a gravestone. Upon looking down, I decided that some space was in order and walked on. I continued looking at all the gravestones, and suddenly froze, walking to the side of the path and crouching for a better look.
I stared at the gravestones in front of me. Mihael Keehl and Mail Jeevas.... I ducked my head down and stifle laughter. I can't believe it, even though it's very literally right in front of me. It seems like a dream, but I know it's true. Well, truly in front of my eyes. I know for a fact there aren't any bodies under those gravestones, unless they are fake bodies. One of those graves is mine... I stood and looked around.
"Matt, you shouldn't laugh in a graveyard." My companion said, wrapping his arms around my from behind, and I turned to kiss his cheek.
"You are so good at what you do." I said, referring to how he's covering our tracks. He smirked.
"You aren't too shabby yourself, Mattykins." He said teasingly, and I blushed.
"I take it back, you perv, you suck."
"No you do."
I looked at him, shocked. "You're disgusting."
"Not what you were saying last night." He said, walking back towards the car.
"Mello, you pig!" I yelled in mock outrage, but he responded with a laugh. We got in the car and I stared out the window.
"Oh, come on, Matty, you walked into those." My continued silence saddened him, evidently, because he grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. When I didn't respond, he licked my thumb, which usually makes me laugh. I once again neglected to laugh, or even smile. He began to get angry. "Fine." It grew silent. "Ya know, it's not my fault you decided to get pissy today." I stayed quiet. "It's like you're PMSing. I mean, I wear leather pants, for God's sake, and you're the one who acting like a girl." I could tell he was just trying to fill the silence, so I didn't say a word.
We got all the way home before he said anything else, and even then, I had to wait until he'd parked right in front of our apartment, stopped the car, and taken the keys out of the ignition before he turned to me. "Matty, I'm sorry." I smiled.
"Alright, you've suffered enough, babe. Let's go upstairs, it's cold in here."
And so we did.
Matt: And the story ends there.
Bella: K+ for implications.
Mello: A first, for Bella-chii.
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