*grin* Bet no-one expected such a quick update, am I right? The reason for this would be that I've had this chapter panning out in my head since the first chapter was being written, and voila, here it is at last! It was so easy to write, I was suprised as hell.. Heh. Anyways... Yup, there're probably some mistake or whatever, but I think it's just fine the way it is... Hopefully xD Eh, I'm so critical :D Tis fun, si? Heh. So um...I hope this is a little different.. You know how it is :D
Disclaimer - I don't own... Mello. Not much, anyway ;D Heh... *cough* Yeah, I don't own him at all D: *sob*
Warnings - Um... Swearing. Plenty of that. Yeah. And no. No more warnings, I'm afraid. YOU SHALL SEE!!! :D
So, it'd be a lie to say I didn't expect Light to blow his top at some point. But now? Really? That might've just been one of the best days of my short fucking life. I say might've been, because I've still got some to live for – hopefully, anyway – and I'm sure there's plenty more to come my way, knowing my luck. My non-existent luck, by the look on Light's face. I think he might be about to tear my head off and feed it to... I dunno. Someone?
I notice the death glare hasn't worn down at all, and quickly look up again, doing my best to pay proper attention.
"Aren't I allowed a life of my own?" I guess I could've said smarter things, given my 'situation'. Maybe there isn't a situation, actually? I don't know. I suppose that might be a little ungrateful or whatever shit. Still, it's not like he's the nicest person in the world, so this had better not been a fucking lecture.
"Of course... Provided I know what the fuck is going on, you little bastard!" That I wasn't expecting. Is he fucking worried or something? So what if I was out fucking early to fucking... Now? It's not his bloody business what I go about doing, right? Right. Fucking hell, he's acting like my fucking parent or some shit.
Oh. I suppose he is technically my only parent figure... but whatever. That's bullshit, because if that were true, he should really take more care of me, the bastard. Whatever.
"I thought that was the damn 'my life' part of my previous sentence!" Maybe I'm being a little too snappy, but he ruined a relatively good mood. And they're pretty rare, unless I just beat Ocarina of Time for the tenth time or something. I like to beat all my games ten times exactly. I dunno why, I just do. Ten's a good bloody number, thanks.
"I'm so fucking sick of your attitude, Mail fucking Jeevas!"
"And I'm so fucking sick of you." That came out far colder than I intended. I didn't even yell it like Light did, just spat it out in short, sharp, venomous syllables, filled with a shocking amount of hatred. I guess I really can hold killer grudges, and this one just got shit out all over that line. You know, the one that you don't ever cross. Yeah. I crossed that line just there.
I think something inside him just exploded. Worrying thing is, it didn't make him madder. I can deal with mad, because he never really means what he says. But calm, no. That's too dangerous. Too fucking dangerous. And it shows now, I'm pretty fucking positive that yes, that line has in fact been fucking screwed up and chucked right back in his face. Shit.
"Well then. You have ten minutes to get the fuck out of this house."
I think something inside me may have just shattered. So there I was, taking my place in my own fucking parents' house for granted, and now... I'm being kicked out? No fucking way, I have to have heard that wrong, right? Right?! Fucking wrong, I suppose, because now Light's looking theatrically at his watch, one eyebrow raised as he looks back at me.
"Well? Hurry the fuck up." The amount of venom that can put into five little words shocks me into action, and I make my way numbly up to my room, finding myself a rucksack and fucking massive bag to shove my shit in. I empty pretty much my entire wardrobe into the bag, then set about trying to fit my electronics into the rucksack.
I only managed to get my computer, GameCube and a couple of good games in before I realise that's all I'm going to be able to take, otherwise my arms are going to break within seconds. Shit. Just a few cables... Right. Yeah. I'm done. Packed. Ready to fucking... Leave. Home. At fifteen. Fucking hell... I'm still fucking numb. You know when you feel like you're floating outside of your own body, a spectator to your own life rather than actually in charge? Yeah, that's exactly how I feel now. I shove my DS and a couple of games into the back pocket of jeans that are still far too fucking tight for me, before slowly moving back downstairs, glancing around slowly.
Damn. And I've lived here my whole life... I don't believe I'm fucking listening to Light, but the fact is if I don't get the fuck out of here myself, I'm just gonna get picked up and bodily hurled from the building, and that way I won't get to take any of my shit with me either.
All I need is my wallet and bank card and I suppose I'll be set. Wow. Damn, this is weird... Um. I really don't know what to say. Yeah. Weird, I know. Little bastard-like me, always with some fucking little comment to make or whatever shit.
Right. Yeah. Gotta go... Do shit, I suppose. Damnit, I wonder if Near would let me camp out at his place? No, I doubt it... I'm a total douche bag towards him, he's got no reason to help me out... Still, it's worth a shot. I mean, where the fuck else can I go? Other than if I go live in the fucking dance studio. Fucking hell, I might as well just become Mello's personal slave if I do that. Shit.
Light's giving me a death glare, so with a final glance around the hallway – hey, I don't have fucking time to go to every room, do I?! – I walk straight out, and I don't even so much as look around as I slouch down the road, only looking up from the ground and my feet after I've already been walking for about ten minutes.
Great, I've travelled straight down to the shopping place. Urgh, I suppose I'd better start heading to Near's fucking house. He lives right out of town as well, damnit... This is going to take me forever. My arms are already aching half to their death, and I've got a half hour walk ahead of me. Bloody fucking hell, this isn't going bloody well already.
Why do I have to go and fucking piss Light off like that for once? Of all the things I could've said... Or not said, for that matter. Damnit, I have to go stick my fucking big mouth into every bloody situation and fuck shit up for myself, don't I.
Twenty minutes since I left my house, and halfway through my incredibly uneventful journey to the bloody sheep's place, I already feel like death warmed over a little. You know, like if you ask the French to cook a steak, they leave it all raw in the middle? Yeah, that lump of meat is me. Fucking hell.
Bloody hell, this is weird... I mean, I just realised that if I can't stay at Near's place, I'm completely fucked. Seriously, completely and entirely screwed. I don't fucking believe the probably outcome of the rest of my fucking life is depending on him. I mean, if I were him, I'd definitely screw me over for being such a bastard.
I'm so fucked.
Still, I keep walking. After all, what choice do I really have? There's nowhere fucking else I can go. Damnit, why did I have to be such a jerk? Why do I have to get all weird and have a midlife crisis now? Why do I bring all this shit upon myself?!
Damnit, I hate it when I can't answer my own damn questions. Urgh, I'm such an idiot sometimes, I swear I am. It's worrying that I hate myself right now... I mean, who the hell else is gonna like me if even I hate me? Fuck. And I was almost fucking happy today. God-fucking-damnit. I'm getting fucking pissed off, and I'm tired, and I'm fucking starting to hurt like shit as well.
I've practically gotten into the countryside by now, and since pavements and cars scarce, I figure it's easier just to walk my way down the middle of the road. It's not like anyone's crazy enough to drive like a maniac down here anyway, right? Yeah. Whatever.
Of course, just as my luck happens to be, I have to get fucking proven wrong, don't I? Fucking yeah I do. I almost end up stuck permanently in the bushes lining the road by some bastard driving at ninety miles an hour down a road fucking two metres wide. The fuck is up with that?!
Seriously, the damn moron's practically begging to run someone over and get shit on their license or whatever happens. Urgh. I hate that tosser right now. Coming to prove me fucking wrong, try and kill me, and put me in a worse mood than before, all at once.
Still, a short distance ahead I hear a pretty lethal screeching of breaks, and probably at some middle point, I find myself trying to walk through another body. A pretty well kept body, I might add. Pretty tough looking. I get a little caught up in the torso, which is covered in some awesome, tight-fitting black material. Hmm.
It takes me a little while to remember that it's usually politer to look in the direction of someone's face instead. Which I do. And just about shit myself from shock as well.
Mello.
No fucking way! He just fucking went and tried to kill me! Well ok, maybe that's an overreaction... I expect it wasn't so much his intention to kill me... But still! I'm allowed to fucking overreact today, aren't I? Fucking yeah I am. I mean... I'm currently technically a homeless orphan. Shit. I really hope social services don't catch up with me, that would suck ass, massively. Damn.
Well, whatever. I might as well mention that he looks about as fucking amazing as usual. Urgh. Could this day fail anymore? I mean, I've embaressed myself massively by accidentally starting a fucking snogging session with him, and now he has to turn up like this. Great. Oh, I think he's talking. Just bloody wonderful.
"Matt? What the fuck are you doing round here with all that shit?" Huh, decent question I suppose. The thing that really got me there was the use of my actual name. What the fuck happened to 'Fiery' and 'Fire Head'? Oh well. Still, it's weird not being referred to in a funny way by him. I suppose I'll get over it.
I just shrug though, because I don't really trust myself to not break down into a panic attack if I do. Though, I should've anticipated that he wouldn't accept that as an answer. I mean, he's hardly the most... Um, the most likely to leave me be. Right? Yeah, whatever.
"Come on, you've got fuck loads of crap with you, what the hell are you doing?" I sigh. He can't drop it, I suppose... I hate persistence sometimes. Still... I suppose... No, I own him fucking nothing. Damnit... Still... Oh fuck, this is probably a bad idea, but whatever. I'll tell him. Shit. I bet this blows up in my face.
"My brother kicked me out." There. That's about as honest as it gets, especially from me. The look of concern on his face all of a sudden freaked the shit out of me though. I mean... I thought I was his little plaything or whatever. I didn't realise he actually gave a shit... Weird. Uh. Ok, so I genuinely just saw Mello of all people jawdrop. Bloody hell... Now I've seen everything... or something to that effect, anyway. Whatever.
"So what, you're homeless or some shit?" Yup, that seems like Mello. Blunt and to the point. I just nod. I get this feeling if I open my mouth I'll end up spouting all sorts of shit and going into hysterics. Even if my thoughts are perfectly calm, the rest of me feels like it's on the verge of collapse.
"Oh... Well, where can you go and stay?" No nod this time, just a shrug. I'm definitely nearing a very hysterical point. Damn... I actually feel like my life is falling apart in front of me now, and I have no idea why. I mean... I... I don't know! I don't fucking know anymore! Fuck.
This time, he sighs, then grabs my arms and practically drags me across the ground to his car, opening the door to the passenger seat open for me. "Get in." It sounds a lot more like an order than a request. Now it's my turn to jawdrop, which I do, and stare at him like he's damn insane. Which I expect he probably is.
I mean, it's practically the same as getting in the car with a stranger. Only worse, because I actually know he's a total pervert. Fucking hell... He has to be joking. I'm meant to trust him enough not to molest me while I'm feeling so fucking screwed up to actually fucking get in a car with him?! Where the fuck is he even going to take me? To his house? I don't know! I don't even know where abouts he fucking lives. Shit. This has to be a bad idea.
Sadly, my unfortunate, screwed up, tired body doesn't give a shit about logical reasoning any more, and just obeys his command, stepping into the car and dropping all my crap to my feet, careful not to crush them. They're probably fucking blistered to pieces, I'm not used to walking however far in fucking Converses. They aren't fucking designed to walk in, apparently. Not that this ever really mattered to me before, I barely walk anywhere.
Well, I used to barely walk anywhere, but whatever. Converses equals bad for walking. Simple enough word equation, right? Right, damnit! Fuck, I'm getting overexcited over fucking everything now. In short; I think I'm going fucking mental. Just what I fucking need.
Though I don't have much time to dwell on this, since Mello's gotten in on his side and switched the engine back on. I have to say, I sort of like his car... Not too flashy. I didn't even consider the thought of him driving (why would I? I have better things to consider) before now, but I guess I would've expected him to have a really mentally expensive car. Maybe he's not all that loaded? Hm. He always struck me as the sort of guy who'd have fuck loads of cash. Mostly because leather is bloody expensive, especially if it's decent quality.
Well, whatever. I suppose since I've now put myself in a totally screwy mess, I might as well just... sit back and take it. I'm not in the mood to kick up a fuss and go mental right now. I can have my hysteric fit later, when everything really hits me. Shit though, I've managed to get myself in a fucking crappy situation... I really wouldn't usually have chosen to go and crash out at Mello's place – wherever that might be, damnit – for however long I'm going to need to. Shit.
Honestly, he wouldn't even have been on my list, due to his rather... Ok, due to his completely pedophilic tendencies. Seriously. Damnit though, why... No, I'm going to drop asking the same goddamn questions over and over again. Let's just try and live through... A week or so, let's say. Yeah. Damn, and now I'm talking in a way that's so weird and unlike me it's scary.
Huh, the car stopped. I guess the general meaning of that would be that we're here.
I think I almost had a heart attack as a certain blond leant over towards me. Seriously. As it happens, he was only getting my fucking big-ass bag for me. Not that I thought... Or... Whatever, I'm a perverted minded little douche bag, so leave me alone. It's not my fault, he hardly acts like a saint, does he? Bleh.
Still, it's pretty nice of him... I must be a fucking nice if he's not being a total... Actually, I don't even know. Maybe he is actually a pretty nice guy? Huh. Weird... I'll have to think on that one.
Actually, I'm a little surprised at how uneventful the journey was. Even my thoughts stayed put for once... I suppose slight emotional trauma can do that to someone. Actually, I'm not even sure if that's the right way to describe it. What worries me is that I might have just signed myself up to live with Mello.
Speaking of which, his apartment complex seems pretty damn nice. Not as in dangerously posh, where teenagers are viewed like slugs are, but as in... nice. I dunno how to describe it really. It's not all that massive looking, and it looks like it's in a pretty decent part of... Actually, where is this? I'm pretty sure it's somewhere close to where Near lives... Maybe he isn't as secluded as I thought. Weird.
It takes me a moment to notice that my door's actually been opened for me, until the point that I'm actually physically hauled from my seat, and held bridal-style by a sort of annoyed looking Mello.
"Pay attention, would you?"
Unsuprisingly, I can only think of one thing to actually say to this. "Put me down!"
Well, it's hardly my fault. He scared me. And I'm currently in a state of either panic or numbness, I honestly can't tell. Neither are things I feel on a regular basis, after all. Still, he does oblige, and surprisingly not by directly dropping me onto my butt, but actually nicely putting me back on the ground, and even making sure I'm alright on my feet, before sauntering into the building, just expecting me to follow. Well, I guess he can't always been caring. Whatever. It's less freaky when he's... 'normal'.
What I count as normal might be counted as weird for someone else though... Mello-normal is him being sarky, rude, and unconcerned. I quite like him like that, to be honest... I'm a freak, obviously. Well, whatever. I like it when people act in ways I would expect. I hate it when they don't do what I expect them to, because it makes me feel weird, like I don't properly understand or something. Bleh.
Still, after half a second of hesitation, I quickly dash after him, wincing on each step. Yeah, I officially hate walking. If I even walk for more than ten minutes ever again, I'm going to murder something. I think that's really my limit... My poor feet! Damnit does that sound weird... Oh well. I'm a little more worried about how existing with Mello is going to work. Damn.
Kindly, he takes the lift instead of the goddamn stairs, which I'm really damned thankful for, because otherwise I might just've died. Seriously. I think I'm about to fall over and kill myself accidentally or some shit about now, I think the soles of my feet have actually split in two.
Still, despite the extra walking that takes us to his apartment, I don't feel too shitty. I suppose it's nice to know I'm not living on the streets.
I'm still waiting for the hysterics though.
So, how was that? There's a little more before any... OH YEAH! I was gonna answer some questions :D
Is the next chapter going to be up on sunday? Theoretically, yes, it will still be posted at the same time as the last few, even though this is so early :D
When are they goign to have sex? I'm going to say, not next chapter. And I shall say no more, alrighty? Heh. I'm so cruel ^^