This is so late! I'm so sorry -_- I'm lazy, but yes, I'm still writing this. Oh and thanks for the reviews :) This story means a lot to me, so obviously the reviews do too. Heh, this is kinda based on something that happened to me so I love reading your feedback :)
Premise: Matt has an identical twin. They're after Mello, but who is who? Which one flirted shamelessly with him? Who is the evil twin? God help him because he just can't tell them apart.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Two of a Kind
Chapter 2
"Nice to meet you, I'm Matt."
Mello gaped, his face probably looking like a fish, but he was…indeed in shock.
His neighbor was no other than Red and he now had a name for the face, and…he wasn't smug.
"So…" Matt started.
Mello snapped out of it, realizing that he had just been staring. He blinked before supplying his own name.
"I'm Mello."
Red, or rather, Matt, smiled warmly.
"It's nice to meet you, Mello."
The lack of smugness made it hard for Mello to lash out. He wanted so badly to spit some of the insults he had constructed in his mind on his way home. He had retorts, but he couldn't use them.
Mello smirked, "You already said that."
The man grinned wider, "Yeah, well it's true."
That's right, just keep grinning. Once you smirk, I can let loose.
"So," Matt interrupted Mello's scheming thoughts, "Since we're kind of new to the neighborhood, we were wondering if you'd come over for drinks later?"
He looked expectantly at Mello.
What was with this guy?
"Uh…sure?" Mello supplied, a bit confused.
Matt's whole face lit up into the most jovial expression he'd ever seen. Matt was like an excited puppy. Nothing at all like the pervert from the store.
"OK, I'll see you then!" Matt turned and started walking back.
Mello was confused, but he had enough sense left in him to speak.
"Wait!" he called. Matt turned around hesitantly, "What time?" he continued.
Matt's face lit up again. He must've thought Mello had changed his mind.
"Around five. Come when you like." he turned around again and went back to his gate.
Come when you like? Yeah, that was definitely the pervert from before.
Mello stood there for a good two minutes after Matt had left. It was strange; this man was nothing like the pervert from the store, and yet he was. He didn't have the same smug look, but he definitely had the perverted glint in his eye. Yes, Mello could tell through the goggles.
He took a deep breath before returning to his house. He went back to his cleaning and left it at that. He would find out soon enough.
Mello left his house at 5.15. He would be late. It was payback for the bastard being such a dick earlier.
He had opted to NOT wear leather for the first time in years, hoping that he wouldn't be sexually harassed if he just wore plain black cotton. It was summer, it was hot, and he was about to have drinks with a pervert.
When he reached the gate, he found it was open. He pulled down the handle and opened the large gate door, hearing it whistle in protest as it was pushed open to allow him entrance.
He walked confidently over to the front door and paused before knocking. His footsteps had echoed all the way over there, and the residents of this house had probably been alerted to his presence already. Whatever.
He rang the doorbell.
This house had an even more annoying chime than his door. It was the same sound but it echoed even WORSE.
He heard the patter of footsteps and then the door was wrenched open to reveal Matt, standing there grinning from ear to ear as if it was fucking Christmas.
"Mello!" he cheered. "You came!"
What was with this guy?
"Great, come in." he smiled and stepped aside to let Mello pass.
The house was…fuck, the house was AMAZING. Holy fucking shit.
"Holy fucking shit." The blonde breathed.
"Huh?"
"Fuck, this is what this house looks like?" he said disbelievingly.
Mello could hear him chuckling behind him and probably checking him out too, but he was too lost in the extravagance of the décor. Fuck, it was nice.
Everything was white. The walls were white, the ceiling was white…there was no furniture so he didn't know if that was going to be white too, but…it was just so…Greek! There was gold lining the white curves in the ceiling, the beautiful vine pattern meeting with more gold, then lacing into white. It was NOTHING compared to his own house. His house had BROWN walls and low ceilings. How the fuck had he lived here for so long and never ONCE been inside this house. Who the hell lived here before Matt?
"Who lived here before you moved in?" he asked without sparing a glance at the owner.
"I don't know. It was just kind of…on sale?" Matt answered.
Yeah, duh. I'm being rude, Mello thought.
"Uh…sorry." He let out. He turned to Matt again, seeing the same grin creep up that he had witnessed in the supermarket.
"No worries. I had a similar reaction when I first saw it." He laughed.
He turned and motioned for the blonde to follow him, which he did.
He was led through a large glass door. The first thing he saw upon stepping through it was the sea. These people actually had a seaside view! Amazing. Who would have thought that this pervert was rich?
"Hey, you OK there?" he joked.
Mello turned around to face him. He narrowed his eyes in warning.
"OK, OK. I get it. No jokes." The redhead put his hands out in defense.
Mello nodded approvingly.
He looked over Matt's shoulder, taking in the furniture, the first he had seen so far, and was met with white.
"Are you serious?" he pointed incredulously.
Matt looked behind him to where Mello was pointing.
"Huh?" he was confused.
"White fucking furniture? Are you shitting me?"
There was no amusement in Mello's voice, but apparently Matt found it so. He chuckled.
"Well, why not stick to one theme?" he grinned, his eyes almost forming little slits behind those goggles that Mello hated so much.
Mello scoffed, then crossed his arms over his chest. He tapped his foot impatiently on the white tiles.
Matt smiled patiently.
"So?" Mello snapped.
"So?" Matt smiled.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" Mello rolled his eyes.
Matt's eyes widened. "Oh, right yeah. Sorry, I forgot." He turned to head inside.
"Idiot." The blonde murmured.
Ten seconds later and Matt was back. He smiled sheepishly.
"What do you take?"
"Moron."
"Sorry, we don't have that."
Mello crinkled his nose.
"Vodka. On the rocks."
What an idiot.
Mello had been annoyed the moment that redheaded idiot had opened his mouth to remark on his observing. Just because you're rich doesn't mean I am, asshole.
He crossed his arms and huffed. He was currently seated in a very soft cushion, one in which he kept sinking down into due to its sickening softness. Mello much preferred harder materials. Like leather.
He admired the view as the Pervert was gone getting his drink. He'd better not spike it with anything, Mello thought begrudgingly.
The view from his house was nothing like this. He could even see down to the fucking beach! He watched as the tiny people, reminiscent of ants, strolled lazily to the boardwalk with their towels and, in some cases, parasols, in hand. He sighed. It had been a while since he'd been at the beach. He had vowed never to go down there again, but on days like this…or rather at times like this, when the sun was glowing orange, and the waves were echoing distinctly on the big mountain in the distance, he half-regretted his decision. But Mello never went back on a promise, even if it was to himself, so he couldn't go down there. Not ever.
He sighed.
"That bad, huh?"
Mello turned around at the voice. Matt was back. "What?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
Matt smirked, "Well, you sound like a lovesick school girl to me."
Fuck no! Mello was going to KICK. HIS. ASS.
Matt waved his hand before him, "I kid, I kid." His smirked turned back into the innocent smile, "You're so sensitive."
If Mello wasn't mistaken, that could be seen as an innuendo, could it not?
"What do you mean…sensitive?" he questioned, as if the word was completely foreign to him. It was.
Matt sighed.
"Look, I didn't mean to offend you, OK." He handed a glass with clear liquid and ice to Mello, "You just looked nostalgic is all…I just figured – "
"Well, you figured wrong." Mello interrupted with surprising calmness.
Matt raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
This time it was Mello's turn to smirk.
"Why so glum? It almost looks as if you're disappointed, Matt."
Yes, two could play at that game.
Matt chuckled.
"OK, OK, I get it." And that was that.
Mello had asserted his need for privacy and he hoped this would get Red to back off. He didn't need scum stalking him. He'd had enough of that type already and it never ended well for them. After all, he was Mello.
"So," Matt started as he took a sip form his own drink, "how long have you been living here?"
Mello shot him a glare before replying, "That's none of your business."
Matt nodded, serious.
"OK."
There was an uncomfortable silence after that. Perhaps he shouldn't have reacted so defensively. After all, it wasn't like it was something personal he'd been pondering as Matt had emerged with his drink. He'd just let his guard down on his emotions, something he'd been told not to do and which he knew he was prone to do.
"So," Mello started, at which Matt looked up, "what brings you down here?"
Matt's puppy smile was back full-force.
Oh God, how Mello wished he didn't have a conscience. Fuck this guy could talk!
Mello blinked as he tried to digest everything Matt was telling him.
"…we considered the pros and cons of France, but there just wasn't a chance we could live there…" he gesticulated wildly, too into the story for his own good, "I mean, we're used to bigots you know, but having them around ALL THE TIME just wasn't going to work…" and on he went.
Mello was seriously getting tired. He spared a glance at the sea and noticed the sun was setting. Already? Fuck. If he wanted to make a get away, now would be the time to do it.
"Matt." He interrupted.
Said man blinked, a bit confused as to what was wrong. Clearly he hadn't noticed just how BORING his monologue was.
"It's getting late." Mello pointed at the sunset.
Matt jerked, "Oh! OK, sure." He seemed disappointed, but Mello had used up all his conscience earlier and he wasn't going to stay to hear Matt drone on and on about things and events Mello could just care less about.
Matt stood up, getting ready to lead Mello out.
Mello smiled. Finally. At least the guy could get a hint.
He led Mello to the front gate, where he had come in. He had insisted on leading Mello there, not trusting that the blonde could handle to cross the stone path to his own house. Mello snorted.
"Well, I hope you come visit us again." He smiled.
Mello furrowed his eyebrows. Yeah. He had indeed mentioned that before. 'We'. Apparently there was more than Matt just loving in this house. He had hoped he would meet the mysterious family to the pervert, but apparently he wouldn't get the chance…unless he visited again. He braced himself for the next question.
"We? What you got a dead body I should know about?"
Matt chuckled.
"No, nothing strange like that." He answered humbly.
Mello sighed. Whatever. He was the one who had asked him to come back later, not Mello. It was his own loss if he chose to be elusive.
"Hn." Mello scoffed before turning around and…bumping straight into something REALLY FUCKING hard.
"Ow!" the man yelped. "That hurt!"
Mello looked up into goggle-covered eyes. His eyes went wide and he took a step back on reflex.
The Matt lookalike brushed off his clothing as if he'd just been littered with dust.
Mello looked on in amazement. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. There was NO WAY he was this unlucky.
He felt lips on his neck as Matt whispered smugly in his ear, "Mello, meet Mail."
I know, how cliche right -_- but jeez, what the hell SHOULD I have called his twin? Heh, anyway, Mail and Matt's opinion of the French is in no way my personal opinion.
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