Note: I do not own death Note. (But I sure do love it)

A MattXMello

Chapter 2.5:

Jealousy

(Matt's POV)

The door opened. Every cell in my body got excited. I knew it was him. I knew Mello came back. I always feel that way when he comes back home. But today, I feel something different. There's another shadow. A woman's shadow.

"Get out of that chair and let the girl sit, Matt."

I got up, as he ordered, and went to his room. (We live in a one-room apartment. That selfish bastard took it. But someday, I hope, this will be our room.) I gave them a little privacy. I couldn't help to overhear their conversation. I wanted to hear it anyways.

"Is that your lover, Mello?" Misa asked.

"No"

"Then, he wouldn't mind if I asked you to fuck me. Fuck me, Mello. It's what I want!"

Then there was silence. After some minutes, I heard a… a…

"ah… nn…m… ahh…." Misa moaned. It was painful. Hearing the man you love fuck a bitch. It was inevitable. My eyes started to get wet, it's so gay, but I just couldn't help it. It is painful.

Hours later, well, hearing those moans felt like it had gone an hour, Mello knocked on the door. "Matt, open up." I opened the door. The smell of cum lingers in him. The girl was gone.

The next day, as I woke up, Mello was gone. I found a note that says:

I went to see Misa.

Mello

He could've at least put a heart or "love" before his name.

He went to see Misa. The girl he fucked yesterday. I thought it was all over, but I guess he want more. Only if he knew how I felt, I could give him more pleasure than anyone else, than any girl.

I punched the wall. I kicked the chair. I threw vases. I know hurting objects is absurd and wouldn't do anything, but I gotta let this anger out, this pain out, before he comes back. My eyes are now red and swollen. I've been crying. I went to get a rug. I wanted to clean the floor. The floor that had witnessed my painful memory. I scrubbed real hard that my hands (also) became swollen.

I got a glass of water. It slipped through my hand as I remembered the sex that happened the day before. I came to pick up the shattered glass (I hurt my hand in the process). I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Mello got home.

"Matt, are you in there? I really need to piss"

"Alright, alright. I'm coming out." I wore my goggles as I went out to cover my swollen eyes. I didn't go back to the shower.

Mello, I guess he found his girl.