Yay! First fic… So it sucks balloons, but who cares? :D
I couldn't come up with a good plot either, a plot that no one has thought off. (If anyone has thought of this and has wrote a fic about it, my bad xP) So it was hard to get ideas and I'm not all that confident with the currant plot I have, so forgive me if I go off on the whole story. Anyways, enjoy?
Summary: Mello will do anything to avenge L, even if he has to impersonate Misa Amane. What will he encounter with a deceiving Light Yagami? Will he find out the truth, or get founded out? And Matt isn't making things any easier with his jealousy…
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note and/or the characters.
Warnings: Bad language, impersonation, yaoi, smut & spoilers.
This is slightly AU by the way! And Mello doesn't have that scar going down his face :P
Matt
"We're going to what?" I asked. Gapping up at my blonde boyfriend from my D.S, making sure I had heard him correctly. I mean, he can't possibly be serious to actually--
"We're going to kidnap Misa Amane. I can't watch her on that damned monitor any more; I think I'm catching her stupidity." He said with irritation of having to repeat himself.
My mouth was still hanging agar at the blonde who I have known since I was five. Yeah, I think he was catching her stupidity because that was the most stupid idea I have ever heard him say. I mean, she has body guards with her all the time when she goes out, that Mogi guy or whatever his name is. She's famous so people are bound to notice that she's missing and on top of all that, where the hell will we put her? I'll be damned if I get stuck with her. She's hot, but seriously thick and I'm sure I'd loose my sanity within 2 seconds of being with her.
"And what will that accomplish?" I finely uttered, the sudden shock slowly disappearing from out my mind.
"Getting more information," Mello replied, taking a bite out of his chocolate bar that he had kept in his leather pants pocket and casually sat on the arm of the armchair that was besides the window of our crappy apartment.
I sighed and leaned back on the couch that I had perched myself upon. "Mello, perhaps you've miraculously gained short term memory loss, but you'd have more luck getting information out of a tea spoon."
He glanced at me with slight humour in his ocean blue eyes, a smirk forming on his delicate lips that were still around his sugary addiction. Shit, I'm getting jealous over a chocolate bar.
"Who said we're getting information out of her?"
I blinked, totally confused. Wasn't that the whole point of kidnapping her? Mello noticed that I was totally lost with what he was saying and groaned.
"Haven't you noticed that we both slightly resemble each other?" He asked, emphasising the word 'slightly', which made me want to laugh because now that I think about it, he does look like her. He has her petite frame, golden blonde locks, and fashion sense; which were anything black.
But I still failed to see his point.
"So… you want to exchange fashion tips with her or something?" I joked.
"Matt, stop fucking around and take this seriously!" He yelled. His first mood swing of the day taking place.
"You physically resemble a hot girl. You want me to congratulate you?" I said whilst taking a cigarette out of its packet, ready to light it. Seriously, Mello is so hard to figure out. But that's one thing I enjoy, he makes everyday interesting for me.
He let out a long and brief sigh, trying to gather all of his self control to not smack me silly, I thought and smirked slightly, lighting the cig and taking a puff of the cancer stick.
"I'm going to impersonate her and see if I can get any evidence that Light Yagami is Kira." He spoke with ease, taking another bite out of his chocolate bar.
Out of surprise, I chocked on the cancer filled smoke I had just dragged. Dumbfoundedly, I put a hand over my mouth, thinking. And trying to stop myself coughing and looking like an idiot.
What emotion should I show to this hot blonde? Scared of the thought that he might get founded out? Humoristic at the thought of him wearing a skimpy dress? Or turned on? Naturally, I do what I do in any normal situation, "Erm, okay then." Agree to the idea and try to show no emotion at all.
Mello shifted in his seat on the armchair and glanced at me, "What are your thoughts on the idea?" He asked.
Shit, what were my thoughts? I have many on the matter.
I put my attention back to my D.S and started playing Mario again. Not wanting to look at my blonde in the eyes.
"I think… it's a good idea. But I'm worried about the consequences of you being founded out." I answered truthfully. Ugh, I hate it when I get all sappy.
I saw him smirk and look back out the window from the corner of my eye. Damn, I'm making this awkward. We never were good at expressing our 'love' for one another.
"Although," I started, breaking the short moment of silence. "I'm not sure whether to laugh at the thought of you wearing a Lolita black laced dress, or to be turned on." Smirking, I had another drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke in Mello's direction.
Grinning, Mello placed his chocolate bar on the counter and strode over to me, taking the D.S from out my hands and throwing it out of my reach to the armchair.
"Getting kind of cocky, aren't you…?" He purred against my neck, placing himself on my lap and slowly snaking his arms around my neck.
'You wish' I joked to myself.
Mello was now looking at me with his devilishly seductive blue eyes that could put any man or woman under his spell. I loved his eyes, but the expression of 'The eyes are the window to the soul' was so wrong. If it were true, his eyes would be a bloody red, blazing and fiery like his attitude.
Looking down from his lustful eyes, I placed my attention on his slightly open pink lips. On closer inspection, they had a spear of chocolate on them, making him look more eatable than usual. Being the Good Samaritan that I am, I glided my gloved thumb across them, taking away all evidence of him eating chocolate.
Probably from the cold contact of my glove, he let out a little moan of disproval and nearly pulled back, but kept himself from doing so.
"Bastard, your gloves stink of smoke." Ah, so that's why he nearly pulled back.
Wanting to be more 'cocky', I took one last drag of the cig I still currently had and blew out the smoke once more in his face, making him screw it up in disgust.
"Wonder why." I smirked.
"That's fucking disgusting," He coughed out and by making himself clear, he stole the cigarette from being entwined in my fingers and stabbed it onto a showing part of my shoulder, putting it out and leaving a big red splotchy mark and a stinging sensation.
"Jesus!" I yelled, "Fucker, that hurt!"
Mello kindly removed himself from my lap and stomped over to our room, slamming the door shut.
"It was suppose to, dipshit!" He yelled through the thin bedrooms walls.
"Ah, shit." I cursed. I always knew how to mess up an opportunity to fuck him in the ass.
Note to self: Never blow smoke in Mello's face ever again.
DD: Yes? No? Review and tell me please. Flames are also welcome, as long as they're not too harsh.
Btw, is dumbfoundedly even a word? XD
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