Author's Note: This is for my buddy OokamiKaze! :D Hope it makes your day better! No idea how long this is gonna end up being. At least a few chapters. And this first one will be a little short because it's like…an intro. XD
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything~
Warnings: Cursing for sure, because of Mello's nasty mouth. And a moderate amount of gay. :D
Mello was in a bad mood. A very, very bad mood. That wasn't exactly anything new, but the cause of it this time was.
The woman sitting next to him in the waiting room edged to the side of her seat farther from him when he moodily crossed his legs and continued glaring at the wall. Where the hell did Matt get the idea that he could lock him out of their apartment unless he swore to go here? He didn't have anger issues and he didn't need to see a psychiatrist, damn it! But of course Matt just slipped the address of the psychiatrist's office under the door and went back to playing those stupid games of his.
He didn't have anything else to do, so he grudgingly went to the office, feeling even more annoyed when he was told the cheeky bastard had already called to make an appointment for him. And now he had been waiting a good 45 minutes for an appointment he didn't even want. If one more person was called back before him, he was just about ready to go postal on this place.
"Mr. Keehl? You can go back now, sir."
About damn time! Mello uncrossed his legs, getting up and walking past the woman who had called him back.
"Dr. Lawliet will be with you in just one moment," she called into the room as Mello sat down, making him groan in annoyance.
"Stupid place," he muttered. "Why call me back if I have to wait more?"
"Because I was stepping out for a snack and I knew it would not take long." Mello jumped at the voice, jerking his head in the direction of the doorway. The man just laughed a little, putting a plate of cake on a small table and sitting down. "Oh, I didn't mean to surprise you. I'm Dr. Lawliet. Call me L."
Mello had to hold himself back from gaping. This weirdo was a psychiatrist? He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks! "I'm Mello. And I don't like using nicknames."
"It isn't a nickname. It's my full first name. Now, I believe you made this appointment because of your anger issues?" Jeez, this guy didn't waste any time. L ate a bite of the cake, looking at Mello expectantly.
"That's a weird name. And I don't have any. My friend thinks I do and made me come here."
"I suppose. Yours isn't very normal, either. Why does your friend think you have anger issues, then? And how did he make you come here?"
"Better than a letter. He thinks I overreact to everything. He's the one overreacting, that son of a bitch locked me out of our apartment!"
L raised an eyebrow. "It isn't a contest of whose name is better. And you do seem angry, but I suppose that's normal if he locked you out. What prompted him to do that?"
"Well I would win." Mello sulked a little, crossing his arms. "All I did was hit him a little. It hardly even hurt. He ate the last of my chocolate."
"Physically assaulting someone is always serious. Especially over chocolate." Ignoring Mello's mumble of 'but it was Godiva,' he continued. "You wouldn't want to hurt your friendship over something like that, would you?"
"Well no. But he shouldn't have touched my chocolate."
"Then tell him that. I highly doubt hitting him was necessary. At any rate, what I want to do today is just get to know you. We won't solve any long-term problems in just one day. I'd like you to keep coming back. I'm sure your friend would appreciate it."
"Fine, if it'll keep him off my back for a while. What do you even need to know?"
"Well so far all I know is your name is Mello, you like chocolate and you have a temper. So tell me more. Whatever you think is important."
"Nothing else is important," he insisted stubbornly. "That's all you need to know."
L just responded with a small laugh. "Alright, that's fine. Maybe we'll get to know each other more while you keep coming to your appointments. You can leave now if you'd like. Try to be nice to your friend so he'll let you back into the apartment, hm? Oh, and don't worry about the bill. Your friend is taking care of it."
"Yeah, yeah. And he better be." Mello didn't waste any time walking out and getting home, finding the door still locked. "Matt! I'm back!"
Matt yawned, walking over to the door. "Did you go to your appointment? You're sleeping outside if you didn't, dude."
Mello rolled his eyes. "I did, and I could find somewhere to stay if I wanted to."
"Well what was the psychiatrist like, if you went?"
"His name was L and he looked like he belonged in a mental ward, now let me in." He walked in the door as soon as Matt opened it, sitting on the couch. Matt sat with him, grinning.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Sorry I locked you out, Mell." Mello rolled his eyes at the nickname, feeling a little guilty at the purple bruise that was starting to show on his friend's cheek.
"I know. I guess we're even for now."
"Let's try to keep it that way." Matt picked up his controller and resumed playing as Mello nodded, sighing a little. Maybe a little more help with his temper wouldn't be so bad.