Alrighty, these chapters are sure getting typed quick. *claps hands* Goodie!
I don't own DN or a horse… I WANT A HORSE!
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The morning after Mello's arrival I was once again in the kitchen but this time I was cooking breakfast for everyone. I had received an email from Watari this morning saying he was out on business with L and wouldn't be back until lunch.
That means I'm the man of the house until they get back—unofficially.
He couldn't leave Beyond in charge for obvious reasons.
Finishing up the bacon I flipped the French toast just as Stasia walked in, hands above her head as she stretched.
"Oh my God Matt, you made bacon!" she exclaimed and reached for a piece. Swatting her hand with the spatula I put some French toast and bacon on a plate before handing it to her. Her eyes lit up like a happy child's and I grinned. Stasia had a known weakness for French toast.
Sitting down at the island she pulled out a barstool as I placed syrup and orange juice in front of her.
"Where is everyone?" she asked around a bite of toast.
I told her about L and Watari being gone until noon. "I'm about to go wake up B and Mello as soon as I finish cooking."
"Let Beyond get down here on his own. There's no telling what might be in his room; you could be mentally scarred for life."
"True… well then I'm off to wake sleeping beauty. Don't eat all the French toast," I told her sternly as she reached for another piece. Where on earth she put all the food she ate, I have no idea.
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When I got to Mello's room he was still sleeping. I had to admit he did look kind of cute curled on his side like that.
Making my way over to the side of the bed I leaned down so my lips were right next to his ear.
"Wake up sleepy head," I said and he started awake, a hand automatically coming out to punch me. Luckily I dodged and his arm fell back to the bed as he groaned.
Nudging him I crossed my arms and waited. "Come on; I cooked so you gotta eat."
Mello pushed himself up into a sitting position and I bit my lip to hold back a laugh as his hair stuck out to the side. The humor died though as I noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Hot damn he had a six pack!
"What'd you cook?" he asked incredulously as he smoothed his hair down.
"French toast and bacon," I told him and had to move quickly out of the way as he hopped out of bed.
Next thing I knew he was pushing me out the room so he could get dressed. "I'll be down in a minute so save some for me!" he called through the down and I walked back down the stairs while shaking my head.
Apparently Stasia wasn't the only one that liked French toast.
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Between the two of them, Stasia and Mello, I had to make another loaf of toast just so Beyond and I could eat. Speaking of the red eyed goon, he still wasn't down.
"Where's B?" I asked as I ate and Stasia shrugged. It was strange watching her and Mello together. I mean, they ate the same! It went like this: cut toast with knife until in 1 inch square, stab with fork and proceed to devour.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Beyond announced as he emerged from the recesses of the house. I motioned toward his plate but he grabbed my fork and ate from my plate instead.
"Matty, you cooked; how adorable," he said while leaning over me with his chin resting on my shoulder. "I like a good house wife."
I pleaded at Stasia silently for rescuing but she just snickered as BB practically molested me with my French toast.
Traitor!
Mello was watching with a smile as well as BB wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. I choked on my bacon and he released me with a cackle. "You're so cute Matt," he said before grabbing his own plate.
"You're so creepy, Beyond," I mimicked and his grin grew.
"Well at least I'll have someone to bug while Lawliepop's gone." He sighed.
"Sure and I can just tell L that you sexually harassed me while he was out on business. Then you'll be sleeping on the couch," I told him but he only laughed.
"Lawliet knows I don't go for teenagers. Plus he can't go a night without me or there'll be so much sexual tension in the air you could cut it with a chainsaw."
"God, shut up B; I don't want to hear about you and uncle L!" Stasia cut in.
Beyond scowled at her before turning to Mello. The blonde seemed wary, and rightfully so, as BB's blood red eyes focused on him. "I don't believe I told you how L and I met, did I kiddies?"
My attention went straight to the elder man. No, he hadn't. It was always something I'd wondered about, too, since the day he and L had picked me up from the foster home.
When we all stayed silent BB's smile widened and he hopped up so that he was sitting on the counter. Apparently his sense of table manners had disappeared with his sense of personal space. We were all used to it though; well, all of us except Mello.
I glanced at the blonde boy as Beyond started his story.
"Well it all began in a super market. You see, I was going to buy some strawberry jam because I was out. When I'm out of jam people tend to come up missing so I made my way to the market but they were all out. Can you believe that? So next I made my way to the confectioners and through the window I spot a man with a trench coat and hat on…" He paused for a moment. "Oh I forgot to tell you that it was in the summer. Anyway it was summertime so I wondered what the man was doing wearing a coat. Curiosity aroused, I bought my jam and went back there every day to try and solve the riddle. The end."
I rolled my eyes but Mello was staring at Beyond with a frown.
"I don't get it; you never told us how you and L met," he said and Beyond turned to look at him.
"I thought that was obvious," Beyond said in an exasperated tone. "One day the man in the trench coat didn't come, but a stooped man with bed-hair and emotionless black eyes did. And he ordered the same thing as the trench coat man always did so I walked up to him and said 'Hello my name's Beyond Birthday,' and we lived happily ever after."
"That doesn't make any sense. And it wasn't obvious at all!" Mello told him and I laughed.
"Beyond's stories rarely ever make sense. You should have been here when he told me why he likes jam so much." I gave a mock shudder and BB slapped me on the back of the head.
"I told you that in confidence Mail Jeevas so don't go whispering my secrets," he told me before going back to eating his food.
After breakfast Stasia went to her studio and I went down to the garage to work on my baby. Mello seemed to deliberate who to follow but a glance at Beyond, who was humming merrily while spreading jam on his toast, sent him scurrying after me.
Figures.
Making my way to the separate garage at the rear of the house I flipped on the lights and made my way to the far side where a shroud covered car was waiting. Pulling the cover off I bunched it up before tossing it aside and tapping Chevelle's hood. I heard a whistle of admiration from behind me turned to Mello with a smile as I lit a cigarette.
"Is that a 1968?" Mello asked in a disbelieving tone and I shook my head.
"1970; although I always had a fondness for the 1968 Plymouth. That's where the detailing comes in," I told him.
"How long have you been working on it?" He ran a hand along the roof as I flicked my ash on the floor. Watari would get on me to clean the garage later but I don't mind. I opened the driver's side door and sat with my legs touching the ground outside.
"A good five years," I replied before grinning. "I just took it for a test run the day before you arrived too and she drives like a dream."
I have to admit I was getting a little excited. I mean this garage was my domain outside of my pixilated world of games and Chevelle was my baby. All the other cars in here, including an Infinite g35 coupe, were mine to work on as much as I wanted.
"I usually have Stasia keep me company while I work since she likes cars almost as much as I. honestly I think she loves the adrenaline rush it gives her. She's always been a daredevil and it's really been showing through lately," I told Mello as I finished up my cancer stick and crushed it under my boot.
"Really?" he asked and was about to speak again when he spotted something over my shoulder—or rather on the other side of Chevelle.
His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted in a lustful look. Looking over my shoulder I spotted what he was looking at and smiled. Snapping my fingers in front of his face before he started drooling I snickered when he jumped.
"I-is that a 2007 Yamaha V-Max?" Mello asked in an awed voice and I nodded. The blonde shivered before practically jumping the trunk of my baby to get over to the bike. It was really something I'd gotten on a whim since I liked the design. It was a later model but it was still a beauty with its glossy black paint job and sleek body.
Mello ran a hand along the seat before bending to look over the tires and motor. If I wasn't afraid that the blond would try to reproduce with the poor cycle I would have taken the opportunity to ogle at his ass.
"Don't get a boner," I joked but Mello only shook his head slightly.
"Too late," he replied before sitting on the bike. I have to admit, it fit him. "I remember seeing this bike in a magazine at the store and tearing the page out so I could tack it to the wall of my room. I memorized the whole little article that was attached to the picture and everything... I can't believe you have one!" He said almost reverently.
"I can't believe you're sitting on one. If you want to give it a drive, go ahead," I told him and took the keys for it from a hook on the wall. "In fact, you win me in a race and I'll let you have it." His mouth dropped open.
"You're serious?" he asked incredulously and I laughed.
"I said if you win me in a race. You have to win the race first."
Now it was Mello's turn to smile as he slipped on the helmet he'd found on a nearby shelf. "Oh I'll win. Especially if you're driving that cherry red lemon car."
"Lemon car! Chevelle can outrun that trike you're on any day," I taunted him before hopping in Chevelle and pushing the button on my keys to open the garage door. Starting up Chevelle I led the way outside.
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There was an empty lot not too far from Wammy house (as I'd taken to calling the mansion) that we could race on so I took us there and setup the guidelines. We'd be racing straight down to the mile marker before circling around a large oak tree and making our way back; first person to return to the starter point won.
Holding up my hand for Mello to see I raised three fingers before bringing them down one at a time. Three, two, one…
As I lowered the last finger I dropped my parking brake and slipped the clutch launching in front of Mello before he knew what hit him. I whooped as he raced after me before leveling out on the throttle.
Keeping an eye on Mello I punched the gas as I kept the wheel steady. The only thing I was worried about was a wheel spin during a gearshift so I waited on my rpm levels to reach the right point before releasing the clutch and flooring the throttle as I shifted. If I fucked this up the wheel would lock up and I would flip but I'd been doing this long enough to keep it under control. Shifting once more before the car reached the redline I bit out a curse as Mello caught the inner curve of the oak tree turn and overtook me.
Humming as I caught up with the blonde, I laughed as I sang;
Now dance, fucker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
It was one of my favorite songs and I grinned as the rush of the race coursed through me. Honestly I didn't mind if Mello won since I would've given him the bike anyways. I never used it and was just happy to take Chevelle for a real spin for the first time. Continuing to hum as I bypassed Mello I downshifted to second before pushing the clutch and pulling on the handbrake. Chevelle broke into a drift before coming to a stop past the finish line. Mello zoomed past me before turning and coming back to a stop beside my car.
Pulling off his helmet he turned off the bike and offered me the keys. "You won."
He offered the keys to me but I shook my head. "Keep 'em. I was gonna let you have the bike anyways. I just wanted to race you first," I told him and for the second time that day his mouth fell open.
Laughing, I snapped his jaw shut before flies flew in it and he gave me a half –hearted glare before starting up the bike again.
"I say best two out of three," he called before putting the helmet back on. Going back to the starting line I waited for his signal.
Looking over at me I could tell he was smiling beneath the helmet and felt a shiver run through me.
"One, two, three—Go!" he shouted before tearing off. I laughed as I raced after him.
Apparently Mello liked to cheat. Oh well, his three second head start wasn't going to help him much.
Alright, there it is. Drop a review and let me know what you think.
PS: The song that Matt sings is "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by The Offspring.