Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note (except in my head) I also do not own Matt, L, Near or Mello
You caught me, I own Mello and he's currently feeding me chocolate while wearing nothing but a leather apron and some baby powder.
Thanks a bazillion to Samson and Squishy for posting a comment! *High-Five?* No? That's cool. -.-
Matt stared at the sleeping Mello and wondered how he managed to look so angelic while he slept. His face was relaxed. He slept flat on his back, with both hand gently grasping his rosary.
Matt knew he didn't look that way when he slept. He tossed and turned so much that he woke up on the floor most of the times. It's because I'm so smooth. He thought to himself as he imagined his friend Mello dressed like Link. The leather pants would be replaced with green tights, his high heeled boots switched with pointy, green slippers.
Matt chuckled to himself I wonder how badly he'd beet me if I were to ask him to try the outfit on? I'm guessing he'd beet the living shit out of me, but it would be worth it.
Meanwhile
Stupid Matt thinks I can't hear him laughing. And why is that creeper staring at me? . Mello thought as he tried his hardest not to punch his laughing roommate. He also thinks I can't hear him talking to himself, that fucktard. And why in hell is he talking about me in tights? Matt turned his body towards the wall, careful not squish his rosary. He never knew how Matt's brain worked. The kid could go from talking about people dressed as game characters, to life's biggest issues. He was a social retard who rarely left the house, yet anyone who met him was instantly attracted to him. Was it his smile? His cheeks that easily turned red, or perhaps his eyes?
Yes, that's it. Mello mused. Mello and Near are the only kids in the Wammy house who have seen Matt's eyes while they weren't behind those stupid, orange-tinted goggles he always wears. Those blue-green eyes that revealed everything, that also dared you to look into them. And while those eyes revealed everything to you, you also get a feeling that they're looking deep into your own soul. Mello exhaled. He knew the real reason why Matt wore those goggles. He didn't want anyone to know anything about him. Mello smiled to himself. He liked being the only person (besides that dumbass, cotton head Near) to actually knows the real Matt. Mello couldn't help but beam when he remembered those eyes, and how no one else got the pleasure of seeing them. Mello had only seen them twice. Once when he was four and Matt was three, and two years ago when he and Matt had played strip poker.
Mello cherished these memories and was willing to kick anyone's fucking ass if they mocked him because of it. Especially his first crush (after D.J. from Full House) Matt.
Yup Mello thought. I like this kid, a lot. He snuck a glance at his now snoring roommate who had fallen face-first onto the floor. I'll make sure you'll be happy enough so you won't have to hide behind those stupid goggles anymore.
He took one more look at his roommate. "Jesus matt, you look like shit when you sleep."Mello whisperedbefore he fell asleep.
Sorry this is short; I have a rather long and boring paper to write after this. Well this is just a filler, but I assure you it's important to the oncoming chapters I'll have posted up soon. I'm think one chapter(If not more) and one filler each week? I also might have a few chapters that are told in first person.