Runaways: Chapter 4
Shopping.
_MATT's Point of View_
As we walk to the store, I can't help but notice how snugly warm Mello's hand is in mine [insert very happy smiley here]. It's like the just-got-out-of-bed-cozy warm, so I keep squeezing it to warm my own hand up. He doesn't seem too annoyed anymore, which is a good thing. I was worried that he'd blow off at me completely, his reaction to the bank account worried me even more – I really hope he trusts me as much as I trust him. Trust is a hard thing to earn with Mel, and if I have it, I don't want to break it. I thought I had it in the bag when he first let me take the night watch, and that was a while ago. Still…
As we head into the store, me being me – the first thing my eyes see is the new game that's coming out. It's stood glamorously on a row of shelves in front of the huge promotional poster, and it looks so awesome!
"Oh my gosh – look!" Mello jumps as I fling myself towards the game, picking it up and memorizing the cover back to front. "It's new! And shiny!"
"Matt, you don't have a Nintendo" Mello reminds me sadly.
"I do!" I all but squeal.
"Did" Mello corrects. "Officer Jenkins probably has it stored in a box with your name on it or something" I put the game back dejectedly, stroking its spine fondly.
"Can't we buy it and then get the Nintendo back?" I ask. I know my efforts are futile now, Mello has dismissed the idea, but still…
"No" Mello scolds me. "What's the point, it'll be sitting uselessly in the bag until we're stupid enough to get taken back by OJ" Mello sighs heavily, closing his eyes. I've annoyed him again. Or maybe he's just tired although he has just slept – maybe he hasn't woken up, or maybe he has an oncoming migraine. He gets those sometimes…
"Im annoying you today, aren't I?" I ask quietly.
"No, no you're not" Mello says softly, reconnecting our hands and stroking my thumb with his. "It's just the situation. That's what's annoying" I nod and we leave the games alone, heading elsewhere in the store for the food.
"So, soups…chocolate…sweets…coke?"
"If we can afford it" Mello frowns. "I'll add it up as we go along" The best thing about Mello is that he comes with an inbuilt calculator in his head! That is amazing. "We have to be careful though, the more things we buy, the more weight we have to carry around" He pauses. "I say 'we' I mean me" I frown at this.
"We take turns" Mello rolls his eyes at me and bumps into me playfully.
"Every blue moon" He briefly wraps an arm around my waist as he leans to reach a couple of bars of chocolate from the shelf. "Hold these" He moves over to the other side and scrutinizes the brand. "Damn…"
"What?" I shuffle over behind him and peek at the prices.
"Nothing, as per usual the high-cocoa ones are more expensive, but they don't melt so much"
"Uhm…cool?"
"No, not cool" Mello sighs and stands upright, his lean body extending into his 'I'm superior' pose. Hand on hip n' everything! "So not cool" He mumbles, glancing at the bars in my hand. "Those will do – soups next" He leads the way, moving in and out of the aisles whilst plopping things in my arms. I manage to juggle them as I check the time. It's half ten already – I have fifteen minutes until my induction thing. "Matt?" He calls me over and I shuffle down the aisle, careful to not drop anything. "What sweets do you want?" The soup tins are weighing down my arms, making them ache. I can't think what I want, so I just shrug. Mello had gone for the cheap soups that were on offer, so we got 6 for a pound. But sweets?
"Uhm… wine gums, yeah?" I try.
"And what else?" He says, snagging the bag from it's place.
"I get the option?" I say incredulously, scanning over the packets. "Those minty ones" I nod in their general direction and Mello's hand pauses on them uncertainly. "Yeah" I confirm. He pulls them off and holds them between his thumb and finger.
"Gimmee a few tins, I can manage those too" He takes a few tins off the pile and cradles them. "Don't go snapping that chocolate" He warns, again, bumping his hip into mine.
"I won't" I whisper as he walks away. "Hey Mel!" I call, quickly walking after him. "What's the total now?" His eyes scan over everything quickly.
"Around nine twenty, why?"
"Well, I was just wondering if…y'know…" I nodded over to the 'Reduced prices!' sign, where a whole stand of coke bottles resided.
"I'll get em' for you" He walks over and picks up two, then another one after thought, before walking back to me. "Should be just over eleven quid now" I nod warily.
"Is that ok?"
"Yeah…we'll do" I nod again. "Anything else we needed?"
"Uhm…water. You said water" Mello's face brightens up as he smiles, turning and heading back to another aisle. I stay put because I know Mello's going the wrong way. He comes back, looking confused. "Come on" I smile and take him to the right aisle, where he goes and gets the cheapest pack.
"They'll do, right?"
"Yeah" He scoops them up, juggles a few items and sighs. "Should've got a basket, eh?" I laugh, feeling the chocolate bar slipping from my grasp. No! Please don't fall! I nudge it up carefully and cradle it like a child. Mello comes over and knocks it into place, quickly kissing my lips.
"I love coming shopping with you" He whispers, before grinning and heading elsewhere.
"Y-yeah…Mel, are we done?"
"Sure, let's head to the checkout"
_L's Point of View_
25% sugar? No that won't do.
50% sugar? My god, do people not know the contents of sugar canes?
75% sugar? Hm.
90% sugar? Ten percent could make a lot of difference.
Cadburys Caramel?
I double take, glancing from the last sugar cane of only 90% sugar before it changed to the boxes of Cadbury's chocolate. The sugar cane of only 90% sugar would have to do. I pick it p carefully, the amount of kids that could've touched and contaminated the products wrapper making me slightly anxious. Nonetheless, I turn on my heel with the aim of finding Watari, but instead, I'm faced with a snotty nosed child, clinging to it's mother's hand. I often wonder how on Earth Watari manages to be so nice to every single one that he sees. Children are nothing more than selfish brats who are too opinionated for their own good. At least half of them are never happy with life. And I have to teach them compulsory education during the day, when they're at their prime of selfishness and attention-seeking. I feel a breeze slide past my feet, making them a little itchy. I scratch my left foot with the heel of my right, not concerning myself in the least of the absence of my shoes. Watari made me wear socks, at the very least. Now, where had he gone? He was—
"Oh!" Something collides with my shoulder as I turn at the top of the aisle. Curiously, I look towards the impact-zone and find an embarrassed-looking red head and a confident looking blonde not so far behind him. "Im sorry!" The red head exclaims, eyes wide and …well, apologetic. "I should've been looking where I was going – are you ok?" He leans forwards, as if examining me, and I step back twice. I nod in reply to his question and hope he'll leave me alone. This child looks nothing more than thirteen, and the blonde behind him isn't a ray of sunshine – he looks quite…wary. Now that's an interesting face on someone so young. Isn't it a little past their bedtime? Half the kids at the school I teach in would be in bed by now. He hasn't gone away.
"Hm, yes, I'm fine" The kid looks momentarily relieved. "Do you know where the fruit aisle is?" I find myself asking. I have a feeling Watari might've gone over there for the salad that he'd be planning for tomorrow's dinner. The blonde steps forwards, pulling his red headed companion back and closer to him.
"Why don't you ask someone who works here, how would we know?" His eyes hold an intriguing glimmer of confidence, of hate and of hurt.
"I wonder, were you ever taught manners at school?" Perhaps the young blonde thing is a delinquent, his attitude certainly boosts up my theory. "Perhaps you don't even attend school" The blonde says nothing, and our staring battle begins. It doesn't last long – he falters and looks elsewhere.
"Uhm…" The red head steps towards his friend protectively, reattaching their hands and looking at me with such a…a convincing face, I wonder if he managed to manipulate his parents into staying out so late. I wouldn't be surprised. I am surprised, however, at the way the blonde fitted himself with his red headed companion, it was like a human ying-yang situation. Fascinating. "I think the fruit aisle is over at the top – aisle four" The red head says, looking behind him for confirmation of some sort. I nod in thanks and move past the two intriguing kids, walking ahead, hands in pockets, aiming for the fruit aisle that I know is on aisle four, because I've lived here for the majority of my life. I'm correct in that Watari is in the fruit aisle, choosing some lettuce carefully.
"Any preferences?" He asks, holding up one and an equally similar looking one in the other hand.
"I'd prefer not to know what rubbish goes into the food you feed me" I sigh. "The one in your right hand" He smiles, glad that I made a decision, based entirely out of chance and random-pot luck. "I met a couple of strange kids today…one in particular was quite…intriguing" Watari chuckled, putting the lettuce in the basket he was carrying and continuing down the aisle, myself shuffling along at his side. I don't see what's funny.
"That's odd" He chuckles. "Light said the same thing earlier on today"
There's a minimal percentage of a chance that the two of us are on about the same two kids. So I ignore the meeting for now and decide on giving Watari a list of all the pro's and all the con's of buying strawberry's in the hope he'd buy some more – despite the five packs already in the fridge. He plays a fair game, and puts up a good fight.
But I win.
AN: Holy Cow, is L's POV hard to write in
Any criticism on this will be welcomed – I might be using L's POV again, so any tips or anything will be gratefully accepted :)
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