"Mello, where are you?"
Matt called as he walked down the halls. He peeked inside Mello's room.
What the-
"Fuck, yes. Unh. Aah. Mmm." Mello was moaning as Near slowly worked down Mello's body.
Matt hid under the table. He could still hear them. Should he knock? Cover his ears? He picked the latter. "Ugh, no good," Matt said as he found a carelessly-dropped cigarette. All thoughts of bacteria and disease left his mind (And also of Mello and Near). The cigarette was still a bit orange in the end. All the stress and tension left him as he inhaled the nicotine.
Ahh. It was more soothing than a 15-minute meditation. But then..
It felt like his throat was pulled inside out and was being slapped by rocks (to put it another way. Sentence structure isn't really what he should be thinking about. But think he did). How absurd! Rocks don't slap, Matt thought. "But that is what you would call personification, no? No! You cannot be thinking about the art of the English language at this time!" Matt said out loud. He peeked. Near was looking seductively at Mello now. Matt just stood there, under the doorway, right across from Mello's mirror, right under his Welcome, Now Get Out mat, and just beside the bed, fixed at the sight of the scene unraveling on the very place Mello and Matt always hung out on. No, not the scene.
The boy.
It was now morning. Mello was crying. Near had made sure Mello understood he didn't like him, doesn't like him, and will never like him, Mello reported through a long series of snorts and honks.
Matt wasn't listening. Well, he did. How could he have known this information if he wasn't listening? He was distracted, as a lack of better terms. How unladylike, Matt mused. He seemed happy inside.
Wait, what the hell? Matt was jerked out of his thoughts.
Was there any reason for him feeling happiness right now?
Why, may we ask?
Is it premonition?
Is it foreshadowing?
Ultimately.
Now picture again the first scene. Except nobody was looking for anybody. Mello wasn't with Near. Matt wasn't hiding. In fact, he was with Near.
Unfortunately, Near is the seme. Let's skip the action. You weren't here for that, were you? You were here for the story that has never been told but should be.
Near experimented with humans.
Not humans, exactly.
Human emotions.
Such accessible emotions.
He just needed to draw out the most powerful emotion.
Lust? No. Near found out he was wrong.
Love.
Realization happened just as he was preparing for his last experiment.
Matt. A purely invisible boy.
But not for long.
Matt was crying. The scene was all-too familiar for Near.
"You said you loved me!" Matt hysterically screamed as he confessed his mental state.
Such clichés. I wonder if that's what makes humans purely social. He wrote it down on his mental journal. No. That, too, seemed like a cliché.
Mental field diary.
Now, where was he? Ah, yes. Stage 5 of the experiment.
"I was merely predicting your behaviour upon rejection."
"My fucking behaviour? What about my feelings? Near, have you ever thought about my feelings?"
Near purred. Of course he did. The experiments were based upon that/
The guinea pigs' feelings.
Or shall we call them victims?
"I'm lost, Matty." You weren't supposed to do this. You seemed so cold. You should not have been so caught up in this. But you were also so kind-hearted, like me. Only I'm not that kind-hearted.
"I'll find you. You just have one thing to tell me."
Near laughed as his precious Matty uttered his question.
"Where are you, Near?"