Second chapter! Mello and Matt continue their romance. Some problems come up and they'll have to deal with them... but how? You'll find it out in this chapter.
First of all, I would like to give credit to my sister, mainly for Near's words. It was kind of difficult to come up with that... So, thank you!
I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the last one.
(I do not own Death Note. Copyright - Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata; also I'd like to give Kimya Dawson credit for the title. It's in one of her songs, "So Nice So Smart")
Kallisto
So, Mello had feelings for me too. But I started wondering… What did that really mean? Were we going out now? Yet again, I didn't know what to do. Talking to Mello was not an option. Though there wasn't anything else I could do… Soon, it was lunch time. I went downstairs immediately after Roger called me and Mello, of course, was there too. I was still a bit uncomfortable with this situation… I mean, every chat we had there at Wammy's would be extremely awkward. But then, unexpectedly, I came up with a plan.
- "Hey, Mello." – I said casually.
- "Hey." – he replied carelessly, as he nibbled his piece of chocolate.
I took a sit next to him, so we could talk without being heard.
- "Mello" – I whispered cautiously – "we need to talk."
- "What is it?" – he asked with his usual bad attitude.
I stopped talking for a moment. I had to think on what I was about to tell him.
- "We can't talk here; it isn't safe. Meet me at half past seven in the playground."
- "'K…"
Once we started to eat, we barely spoke to each other.
After lunch, I went to my room. However, I couldn't stop thinking about our secret meeting… Not even playing with my DS seemed amusing at that time!
Finally, it was half past seven. On my way to the playground I kept thinking "What if he doesn't show up?" No, I had to stop with those negative thoughts! Of course he'd be there.
At last I had arrived. Mello didn't seem to be there, just as I had predicted. He was so irresponsible sometimes… That thought made me furious. All of a sudden, Mello appeared out of the blue.
- "Where were you?!" – I enquired furiously.
- "Jeez, Matt, it's not THAT late…" - he answered, rolling his eyes.
I sighed. I was not a good time to be angry, I had to focus.
- "What did you want to tell me, anyway?"
- "Obviously we can't be together at Wammy's… Everyone will see us there."
- "So?"– he said, raising an eyebrow.
He had a point… But I knew that if we came out of the closet, people were going to stare at us like we were freaks. And then they were going to spread stupid rumours about us… It's not like I even cared about them, but having everybody against you, looking down on you is simply unpleasant…
- "Well, you know… If they found out… about us, I mean, they were going to start spreading rumours and stuff…"
He smiled.
- "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Oh, Matt… Why do you even care? They're just stupid rumours, right? Just a bunch of brainless people with nothing better to do!"
He came up to me.
- "Matt, seriously, I don't care. And you shouldn't care either."
He was now extremely close to me. I could feel him breathe, while I gazed into those deep blue eyes… I had understood his words perfectly. I knew exactly what he had meant and I agreed completely with him. It was like we were inside each other's minds…
And then, slowly, carefully, tenderly he leaned for a kiss. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around him. Our lips together, his hands caressing my face, my hands playing with his hair. A kiss that looked like it would never end, a moment worthy enough to be framed and placed on a wall, a picture that would last for all eternity…
We gently broke apart and looked into each other's eyes. Still holding hands, he went for a short walk across the playground.
Right then, I didn't care if anyone saw us. We were entitled to be together and it was no one's right to judge us for that.
We continued our walk, without saying anything, enjoying that moment while it lasted. It was grand just to stand there with his hand holding mine.
But all good things come to an end, right? Precisely. We were abruptly interrupted by Near, that annoying little brat who insisted in ruining our lives.
Mello immediately let go off my hand.
- "Aaargh! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Shouldn't you be inside playing with your stupid toys and solving your stupid puzzle over and over again?!" – Mello suddenly burst into rage.
- "I could ask you the same thing, Mello. Shouldn't you be, you know, trying to beat me instead of… spending time with Matt?" – Near asked with a strange sarcastic smile.
Mello blushed intensely and shouted:
- "SHUT UP, you brainless moron! At least I have REAL friends, unlike you!"
Near just stood there with an unaffected neutral expression on his face.
- "Let's go" – Mello mumbled.
I obeyed. We hustled to get as far from Near as possible. I turned around once more and glanced at him. He was still in the exact same place, twirling his hair, with the same look on his face. What a freak, stalking us like that… But Mello was even more irritated than I was. That little monster really knew how to piss him off.
Afterwards, we got back to Wammy's. We locked ourselves up in my room, so that we wouldn't be bothered.
I was sitting on my bed while Mello was lying down, resting his head on my lap. He was playing around with my goggles as I passed my fingers through his blonde hair.
Later on we started a conversation about the Kira case.
- "So what do you think: is Kira evil or not?"
- "Of course he's evil, bonehead! He kills people, therefore he is a criminal and deserves to die."
I smiled. He sure had strong convictions…
- "Well, it looks like you have some strong opinions about this…"
- "Matt, when I grow up, I want to become L's successor. I need you to understand that. I'll work as hard as I can and I'll achieve my goals, by any means necessary. My biggest problem now is that albino freak standing in my way…"
He really had thought about this… He had his future all planned out. I wondered where I fit into those plans… Probably I didn't. I would be "standing in his way", just like Near was.