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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note…damn
: Matt POV:
Pancakes. I made the dude some MOTHER. FUCKING! PANCAKES! And he attempts to rape me! The only sucky part was that I actually kind of liked it. I stupidly allowed a moan to escape my lips when he grinded against me.
Honestly, of all the people I could've gotten assigned to, I get the crazy perverted chocolate addict. Fucking nice.
It took every ounce of my willpower-and more! - Not to get hard. He was playing with my lips and I dropped the spatula. Damn him. But suddenly (and this is fucking priceless) he just stopped, and pulled away. I wanted to sigh out of relief, but again, I was afraid that would have earned me a kick in the face.
He stalked back to the table and sat down. What the hell? He molests me and then just stops? Fucking weirdo.
I picked up the spatula and rinsed it off. I heard him huff out of annoyance. I returned to the pancakes (to end the awkwardness) and guess what?
They were burnt. Fuck me. Now I have to eat burnt pancakes, because I'm not going to give them to him. I sighed and finished cooking. I turned off the stove and slid all of the pancakes onto a plate. I set them down at the table with a nervous smile.
"Take the ones that aren't burnt. They'll taste better. I'll eat the burnt ones." Yeah because I'm almost fucking certain that you would make me eat them anyway. Bastard.
But I saw something in his eyes for a split second. Like he was upset that I was eating the burnt ones. Psh, as if. Like he would care.
I then sat down and began eating. I've eaten burnt pancakes before, so it wasn't like I was going to vomit or anything. But they still tasted pretty bad.
I saw him get up and walk over to the fridge. I felt my jaw drop a slight bit when he pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Really? He puts chocolate syrup on his pancakes? Does he like the shit that much? Well, I did buy him forty bars of the stuff…
I continued to stare as he poured A LOT of the gooey substance onto his pancakes. He caught me staring and threw me a look.
"What? I like chocolate. Deal with it." He narrowed his beautiful blue eyes…
Shit! Bad move, Matt. I shoved the pancakes into my mouth to try and act like nothing happened. I swear I'm an idiot sometimes. We finished our food in silence.
When we took our last bites, he stood up and turned to me.
"Matt, I'm going to take a shower. Can you do the dishes?"
I smiled, but I didn't really mean it.
"Of course. I was going to do them anyway."
He nodded and headed for the bathroom. I sighed and began to clean the plates. A moment later I heard the shower running.
Mello is in the shower.
Oh God Damn it. No! Focus Matt! Do the dishes.
I shook my head and scrubbed the food off the plates. I could feel my cheeks getting heated.
I finished the plates, and that means ALL of them, in about five minutes. The shower was still running and I couldn't just sit down and do nothing. Might as well clean the kitchen.
Nine minutes later and the shower is still running. The kitchen was clean and he didn't give me any other orders. Guess I'm done.
I walked over to the living room and flopped down on the couch. I pulled my Nintendo DS out of my pocket and turned it on.
And, just as expected, a minute later I hear the shower turn off and the curtain open. I growl to myself. I then decided that I had at least 30 more seconds for him to dry off, so I continued to play.
I get into my games. I mean REALLY get into my games. So I didn't hear when he opened the bathroom door and stepped out. The most I heard was a small gasp, in which I turned my head to fins him standing there.
I immediately turned off my game. And I didn't save. Fuck. Quick, Matt, say something!
"Hi, Mello. Did you enjoy your shower?"
Insert face palm here. Did you enjoy your shower? What the hell is wrong with me?
All he did was throw me another look and I blushed, turning my head away. He walked over to the door and grabbed his coat. He was leaving?
"Matt I'm going to...Uh…work. So I need you to stay here and be a good boy, okay? No leaving the house, got it?"
Damn. I was going to go buy some cigarettes, too. Either way I nodded and watched as he opened the door and stepped out.
He was going to work, huh? He still hasn't told me what he does for a living. I brushed it off and sighed.
What to do now. I could play my games. Or I could rummage through his stuff…
No, he told me to be a good boy. Rummaging through his stuff would be disobeying an order. Fucker.
There was only one thing left that I could do…that would please him as well…
I shuffled around for a broom.
When I found one, I walked back into the living room to begin cleaning.
An hour later, I was bored again. I had cleaned the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and Mello's room. Everything was practically sparkling. I yawned out loud.
I sprawled myself out on the couch and sighed. Boredom is boring.
I felt myself yawn again and next thing I know everything went dark…
I awoke to the sound of ringing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, which failed because I had fallen asleep with my goggles on. I took them off and threw them on the couch. I looked around the room for the source of the annoying ringing.
I found that it was coming from the table in the corner of the room. I stood up and shuffled over to the device. It was the spare cell phone that Mello had left me. (A/N I know that wasn't in the last chapter, but just pretend it was XD)
I picked up the device and flipped it open.
"Hello?" I said with a tired expression.
"Hello, how are things going so far? I'm ready for your report."
I immediately tensed up and gasped. I had completely forgotten the report we were supposed to give. I began to sweat.
"Hello? Are you there?"
I cleared my throat.
"Yes, sir. I'm here. Sorry. I'm ready for my first report."
The voice on the other end of the line cleared its throat and I heard the flipping of papers.
"Okay, question one. How did you approach your assigned master?"
I looked up to the ceiling in thought.
"With much appreciation and a smile. I was polite and went through protocol."
I was shaking. Fucking nervousness. I couldn't deal with it.
"Okay, good. Question number two. Has your master requested something of you with a time limit?"
I nodded, and then remembered we were on the phone.
"Yes, sir. He has."
"And have you been able to meet that time requirement?"
"Yes sir, I have."
"Okay, very good."
I exhaled deeply. Just get it over with…
"Question number three. Are you ready?"
"Yes sir."
He cleared his throat once more.
"Has your assigned master ever-"
Just then, the phone beeped loudly in my ear, indicating that there was another call. Great. I looked at the number. It said 'Mello'.
I put the phone back to my ear.
"I'm sorry sir but there has been another call. Please excuse me for a moment."
I heard a confirm noise come from his side. I hit the button and put the phone to my ear once more.
"Hello?"
I heard static, as if he was in a bad area. I also heard a voice, one that sounded shaky and scared.
"Hello? Mello, is that you?" I instinctively became worried.
"Matt….please…help me…"
The line went dead.
My blood went cold and my eyes widened.
Mello was in trouble.
Mello could possibly be dying.
Mello could be dead.
I heard the man on the other line.
"Hello? Are you there?"
I traced the last call.
I dropped the phone and flew out the door.
Oh noes! Mello!
Hopefully Matt gets to him in time. Will he? Maybe I will tell you if you review…
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