saidtheirnevers

...Well, I don't see much of Matt being cold and heartless. This isn't really him being cold, but it's implied at the end. No duh much, but whatever. I wanted to write this because...well, because. I like my OC, because she doesn't have a name, and she doesn't have a face. She's just some random little kid, but I love her. I know...she probably can't count as an OC, but she is. Deal with it.

"Owww!" Tears streamed down the young girl's face as she clutched her leg, wailing in pain after a nasty trip down the concrete stairs. Crimson trails of blood ran down her shin from a gash, and spatters of the viscous liquid mixed with her tears and dripped down to stain the white shirt she wore. "It hurts, it hurts! Owwwie..." She sobbed and sobbed until a pair of arms lifted her off the ground.

"Where does it hurt?" the kind voice asked. "Is it just your leg, or did something else get banged up?"

She shook her head. "No," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Her friend was going to be angry about the shirt. "It's just...my leg...it feels...like..." And she burst into tears again, unable to control the heaving of her little chest enough to speak.

"Here, I'll take you to the nurse's office, and we'll get that fixed up, okay?"

She nodded vaguely, her hands still clamped firmly over her bleeding shin. "K-- kay."

By the time he brought her to the nurse, her crying had gotten softer, and she could form somewhat coherent sentences. The nurse had to clean gravel and dirt out of the wound, which sent her into a fresh fit of wailing, but a hand was there for her to squeeze the whole time. She couldn't get a Band-Aid with dinosaurs on it because the gash was too big, but she decided she wasn't going to cry about that. She was a big enough girl.

The nurse let her go once she could walk okay, and the little girl limped out of the room cheerfully, only to stare at the ominous-looking steps that led up four flights to her hall. She looked down at her leg. It hurt, it hurt.

Again, the arms came. "You okay?" asked the voice. "Here, I'll take you to your room." He did, and not just that, he helped her change into shorts that weren't dirty, and he even played dolls with her for a while. Then he laid the girl down in her bed and left.


"Matt, you really gotta stop being so kind and all that crap," the blond remarked to the redhead, crumpling up another candy wrapper and tossing it into the garbage. "You were gone all afternoon playing with some stupid girl."

"Well, she was hurt, and I just figured that I'd like someone to do the same for me--"

"Cut that crap out, Matt, soon you're gonna be going all sentimental or proverbial or grammatical on me or whatever."

Matt playfully punched his best friend in the shoulder. "C'mon, Mel, I bet underneath that hard shell you're all warm and cuddly."

Mello eyed him. "I bet underneath your warm, cuddly exterior, you're cold as ice."

Matt shrugged and didn't answer, preferring to turn on his handheld and block out the world. What good was agreeing, when Mello knew he was right?