"What do you mean?"

I was facing Mello, he was glaring at me through tear filled ice blue eyes.

"You just like seeing me like this you fucking sadist."

"I...What?" I was confused. "I am a sadist?"

"You keep mentioning Matt. You know I loved him." his shaking voice had venom to it.

"Well...I won't deny the thought of some kind of romance...did cross my mind..." I struggled to retain my usual monotone.

"...You...and that stupid monotonous voice!" Mello spat. "Your just rubbing it in my face that I have emotions. Unlike you."

I stated at him blankly.

"I envy you. You don't have feelings. I wish I didn't! Now I see why you were number one. If I was like you, I wouldn't get so upset at stupid stuff like death. Like Matt's death. IF FACT I WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN LIKED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE"

Mello clenched his jaw as the first tear escaped

The shaking blonde's eye.

"No Mello...I have emotions! I do! You can tell because...I care about you...I understand your upset over Matt..."

"NO YOU DON'T!" he shirked in high pitched cry. He'd stood up now and to most, would not look very intimidating. Mello was still shaking, and clenching his teeth. He was making suppressed sobbing noises and tears streaked his face. But I knew him. And when Mello gets upset he's...not mellow.

"I HATE YOU, YOU EMOTIONLESS ALBINO SHEEP FREAK! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND LOVE!"

He picked up his swival chair and hurled it at me. As the metal made contact with my stomach and chest I gagged and toppled over on my back.

"St-stop it Meh-Mello." I stuttered, for the wind had been knocked out of me. I shimmied out from benieth the seat and saw Mello panting and standing above me.

I suddenly felt bad for him. How awful it must be to feel that one has to destroy and harm to say what they feel.

"I hate you. You hate me. We were never meant to work together."

"Stop telling me I hate you. And PLEASE refrain from saying I lack feelings." My monotone was gone, replaced with a voice full of emotion.

Mello picked up the chair and placed it by the computer.

"Please realize I do care for you."

" I..." Mello started. He dropped to his knees on the floor and scooted over to me . He sat cross-legged on the cool white floor with his scarred face in his hands, muttering apologies.

"Why did you do that?" I asked calmly

"Chuck that chair at you? Pissed, I guess." He sniffed

"You...don't really believe i am truly emotionless do you?"

There was a pause.

"N-no..."

"Thank you."

"But...I-I WILL...!" Mihael was suddenly shouting again. "I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF!"

He jerked up. I was shocked hear his sudden outburst.

Then I finally lost my temper.

"MIHAEL KEEHL! THERE IS NO WAY I AM GOING TO LET YOU COMMIT SUICIDE!"

He suddenly had a gun in his hand. I remembered he kept it in his pants.

"And guess what?" The blonde whispered in a deathly wisper

I gazed into his eyes, for a few seconds of silence

"I'll take you down with me."

Mello grabbed the collar of my white shirt and dragged me over to him, clutching me tightly to his chest. The first thing I thought of was the feeling of being so close to him. So wrong and twistedly beautiful. I was breathing hard as I rested my head on his shoulder. A few strands of the straw colored hair tickled my cheek. Then I remembered Mello was going to kill me.