Harr harr.
It's me again.
I'm really happy people are loving The Locked Door, but this was written well before it, and I need to get these down real fast. I'm an anxious person. I really am. I'm so delusional, I believe that I'm going to die at the age of 21. (Ha ha! See? It's a stupid delusional thought!) So I'm probably going to be acting fairly odd for quite a while.
To be honest, I've been slacking in taking my medications. (Shhh. Don't tell anyone.)
That probably scared away some of the less-edgy people.
Alrighty. This story is centered around Matt and Mello, although it has the feeling of being more Matt-centered. It consists of one-shots and chapters. However, the one-shots are only one-shots because they have more depth to them the way they are.
So technically they're really chapters. Even though they work just as well for one-shots.
The reason why this story will be mature, is because it deals with Matt and Mello. (Ha ha!) Mello is not a nice person. He swears, he kills, he blows himself up. And both of them are druggies. (Caffeine and nicotine are just as much drugs as cocaine and morphine.) Actually, that's not entirely the reason.
(I'm both immensely proud of myself and ashamed. Heh heh.)
The main reason is I'm hoping to turn this into something sexual. Because they are men.
I'm actually so un-sexual it's to the point where my friends are telling me to join a convent. Which is why I'm feeling proud at deciding to make this thing sexy.
But don't really expect it until around chapter ten or so. I still have to get through these one-shots/chapters.
- Cake-chan (This story actually is told mostly in Matt's perspective.)
"Matt."
I heard the voice- still honeysweet and alluring… Same as it ever was. Although this time the voice was raspy. The person on the other line coughed violently.
I took another drag from my cigarette, but said nothing.
"I want to know if you're willing to help me."
As always, I was being dragged into something. Bloody fucking cock shit damn ass bitch. I swear- swear- he's the Devil incarnate. With that honey-dripped voice taunting, tempting, coaxing me to follow him into hell. If I gave a shit, I'd have taken mummy's advice and stayed out of trouble.
But mummy wasn't here and I could have cared less.
"Sure thing. I mean, come on! We're best friends, Mel."
Another drag. Ah, sweet cancer.
"And I swear to God, Matt…" His voice broke a bit, but whether it was from an emotional overload or from something he had stuck in his throat, I couldn't tell. "Swear to God, if you get killed, I will end this stupid vendetta against Near…"
Heh. At least the bastard admits it's stupid.
I chuckled. "Okay."
His voice became filled with rage. Desperate. "Are you fucking listening!?" Touchy, much?
Another drag.
"Yeah. I fucking hear you, dickhead." And we start the swearing game.
"This isn't some fucking game you can just restart!"
I grinned and took another drag. Every expression of his is priceless. I want to engrave even that tone in his voice into my memory and keep it locked away. Keep anyone else from seeing or hearing any of these sides of him.
"I know. That just makes it all the more fun."
On the other line, I heard my German comrade kick a trashcan and start swearing. Where the hell is he, anyway? A bloody alley?
"Matt! If you're not going to be serious about this, I'll-"
"Mello."
That was enough of this. I'd had my fun. Besides, he was starting to sound more like he was pleading. Pleading was new. Anything new for Mello was bad. It usually meant he was too worn out to act all macho.
I heard him groaning over the phone. His voice was both pained and sad. The man was probably fighting the urge to break the phone and hissing through clenched teeth. After a while, he sighed.
I could feel the tension on the other line and it was deathly silent. It was actually quite disturbing, to say the least.
I heard the rattling of rosary beads on gloved hands; the mumbling whispers of a prayer.
My cigarette dropped out of my mouth as I realized that Mello- strong, bold, fearless Mello- was afraid. Had I been drunk at before, this realization sure as hell would have sobered me up. I waited until I could hear a soft, childlike whine and I knew Mello was fighting back tears.
"Please… please forgive me, Matt."
"Shit, Mello. You know I'd die for you."
