Chapter 4

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I Would Do Anything

Linda

Mello POV

"-There were no survivors. And now we go to Sayu Yagami in front of California's capitol building, for information on the civil union bill recently voted on. Sayu?"

Matt perked up next to me. "Hey, is she related to-?"

I elbowed him. "She's his sister; now shh!"

Sayu popped up on the screen and smiled. I knew it was because she possibly had a personal investment in this, even if L deserved better. "Thanks Lind," she said to the black-haired news anchor. "Today Governor Ukita, and some fellow delegates, sat down to vote on the final vote of whether civil unions, between same sex couples, should be legally recognized in California. With a narrow vote of fifty-three percent yes, the bill was passed."

I shrieked then tackled Matt into a kiss. He kissed back happily. I vaguely heard Sayu going on about the processes preceding the vote, but I tuned her out by turning off the television. I pulled back from Matt, panting. "I need to call Linda now."

He was gasping for air but managed to get out, "You haven't made all the plans yet?"

I shrugged. "B was unsure." He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "He's not always able to see what will happen. Most of the time he is, but not always."

Matt's eyebrows furrowed. "He said it was intuition not ESP."

I rolled my eyes. "So he says." Matt's lips thinned but he said nothing. I could tell he believed B's "intuition" theory.

I went to the phone and dialed Linda's private number. If I went through her business, I could be waiting ages.

"Hello? Oh my word yes. We can have it to you in less than one half hour; and thank you for choosing Big Pepperoni Pizza!" I heard Linda say in a bad attempt at an Indian accent.

I rolled my eyes. "Remind me why I introduced you to that Royal Canadian Air Farce video again."

Linda chuckled then there was a pause and a sucked in breath. "They passed the law didn't they?"

I grinned. "Yep. How soon can you be here? I'll call the hotel now to let them know."

"I can be there in two days. I have to do an exhibition tomorrow, sorry." I could hear the sadness in her voice.

"It's fine. I need to prepare anyway. Call me with your flight info OK?"

"OK. Bestie bye Mello!" "Bestie bye" was our old parting in college.

"Bestie bye Lin!" She chuckled at the old nickname and hung up. I hung up after she did, and turned to Matt. "She'll be here in two days." He nodded.

"In other words, time for me to back off while you put everything together. Oh, and if you ask if I like something, the answer is always yes."

I smirked then sauntered up to him and kissed him. "Good boy," I murmured against his lips. He whimpered and I chuckled. "I think some stress relief is allowed before planning." He sagged in relief as he grabbed my belt.

Later I walked out of the bedroom and went to the phone book. I was naked, but it was just him there so I didn't care. I called the nice hotel here I knew Linda would like, that I had been planning to have her stay in if the time were to come. It wasn't the fanciest, because I knew super fancy hotels irked her. Soon she had a two week reservation at Baila Inn. I would extend the time if needed. I also cleaned our apartment even more. Then the challenge came. I called my hairdresser to set up two appointments. It was walk-in and schedule place; and if I had a schedule, Matt wouldn't back out. Hopefully anyway. The receptionist, Kyouko, was surprised I did make an appointment though, since almost everyone just used the walk-in part. "I need the second person to be with Brenda please."

There was a pause. "Wow, Mello, you've mentioned this guy was shy, but requiring Brenda to not run out? His poor hair! His hair must be all split ends!"

I sighed sadly. "It is and it's killing me."

She sucked in a scandalized breath. "We'll get him in then."

I heard the shower running then stopping, and soon a groggy Matt, with wet hair, made himself some toast with his eyes half mast. "I'll take a shower, and then we have some stuff to do. We can get ice cream when they're done." Matt perked up at that, but looked suspicious. I took a quick shower and put on some comfortable but semi-casual clothes. When I left the bathroom, I saw Matt was watching Street Justice Enforcers. I bit my lip not to laugh, then went to the key rack near the entrance to the condo. I grabbed his keys and shook them. "Time to go." He sighed, but turned off the TV and followed. I drove us straight to Dragonfly Hair Salon.

Matt tensed. "Oh no. No way am I getting my head attacked with shears!"

I rolled my eyes. "You'll get a lollipop and ice cream out of it."

He grit his teeth and muttered under his breath, "I'd rather it not be me licking something for this."

I snickered. "Alright. If you be a good boy I will." He blushed but followed me in. I went to the counter and a Japanese girl, with a Beatles-esque haircut and glasses, told us Brenda was waiting for him. "Thanks Kyouko," I said and smiled.

Matt and I went farther back in, and saw a heavyset, redheaded, Texan woman turning on the sink hair washer for Matt. My hair was still wet. I sat down and another woman came up and draped a cloak over my front, then began snipping. They all knew by now what I wanted: just a slight trim. Meanwhile, Brenda was talking to Matt about how he really needed this haircut. She also mentioned how she hadn't seen him in church. Matt was silent and she changed the subject.

"So when are you two getting hitched?" I choked on my own spit, and I heard Matt do the same.

"We're working on plans now," I said. I sensed her nodding. She shooed Matt into the seat next to mine. He flinched when she took out some scissors, but relaxed after a bit. By then I was browsing the shampoo shelves, for something that might be good for his hair. I heard a blow-dryer and saw Matt sucking on a cherry lollipop. He looked even more sexy than usual, without his moppy hair in his face. I grabbed a bottle I thought would fit then paid. As promised, I took Matt out for ice cream, and later fulfilled my promise before we went to bed.

The next day, Matt and I set up a schedule at the courthouse to be legally joined. I also told the country club I had on reserve the date and time. Finally, we arranged for a universal preacher to do the ceremony. It made me feel bad, but I would take what I could get.

Soon the time to pick Linda up at the airport came. She ran up to me and squealed at seeing my "beautiful" scar, and Matt's "amazing" hair and eye colors. Matt was shocked when we arrived at the car, and she pulled a large set of colored pencils from her carry-on and began picking out colors to sketch us with. "I'll take a sketch of Matt and a stylizing you you, Mello, as payment for this."

"As I expected," I muttered. I instructed Matt to take her to our condo. When we got there, I made her some lasagna and we got to talking. Soon a color scheme of various blues and whites was decided upon, and Matt was sketched. In the later shopping, and picking out of invitations, and cake, and such, she managed to make a stylized portrait of me. Soon the invitations were sent and we all were nervous about the upcoming wedding.

*Notes*

*This was going to be in Matt's POV, but I realized that would be four chapters into the story of his POV. *headdesk*

*"Hello? Oh my word yes. We can have it to you in less than one half hour; and thank you for choosing Big Pepperoni Pizza!" I heard Linda say in a bad attempt at an Indian accent.

I rolled my eyes. "Remind me why I introduced you to that Royal Canadian Air Farce video again."

(Link to the video on my link/photo page)

*Baila – notice it wasn't italicized. Baila, California is the fictional town where they live. It means he/she/single person (Usted) dances. Example: "Ella baila en los fin de semanas." Meaning, "She dances on the weekends." I chose it because it sounds pretty. No other reason. It's closer to "bye–lah" than "bail–uh"; in case you were wondering why I thought "bail–uh" sounded pretty.

*I also have Photoshopped images as to what Linda's sketch and stylized image look like on my link/photo site. And yes that exactly how my Matt looks. Both are Photoshopped renditions of art by the ANIME artists. (Yes not by Takeshi Obata, just inspired by him. I am aware of the difference).

*Brenda is my real life hairdresser. I promised her a cameo because I happened to mention this fic, and that Matt needed a haircut… while having my hair cut. ;}_} *Holds up an "I need a life" sign*

*Oh and yes I added an asterisk (*) for new notes to (hopefully) avoid future confusion.