Author's Note: here it goes! It's Christmas break so I will be finishing this story and then proceed to finishing the His Master series! :) hope you enjoy this chapter! Rated M for language ;)
I woke up at around 5 am in the morning. Fucking dipshit. Why do I have to get migraine right after I wake up? Why can't women just have this bloody murder hangover for themselves?!
Damn it. Convincing myself not to curse right at the second my eyes have decided to snap open is worthless. Old habits die hard, really.
I pulled myself up the bed dilapidated by chocolate wrappers and days old boxers and kicked my feet off the bed. Feeling sticky all over, I noted in my mind to go to the bathroom immediately in a matter of 5.7 seconds to avoid an irritated-in-a-very-early-morning mutation of Mello version 2.0.
I headed in the shower and took off all my leather clad necessities. Stepping in to to the warm water that ran down my spine calmed my nerves, as I proceeded to cleansing my tangled blonde locks.
Took me probably an hour to satisfy my hygiene, and immediately dried myself up and prepared for breakfast. But as I stepped out of the tiled bathroom, my foot instantly sank in a bunch of melted, brown goo.
"Holy shit."
Chocolates. Chocolates from that cursed day of this month. Shit. Leaving it open and ready to eat wasn't all that good of an idea, wasn't it? I cursed again under my breath and wiped off all the supposedly-good-sweet between my toes and wore my favorite boots. I stepped confidently out of the room through the hallway, as some early people stared at me in their usual ashamed gazes. I should probably not forget to tell Matt about his goggles getting ravished by melted chocolate.
'Speaking of goggles, where's that dimwit?'
I scratched my eyes roughly as I tried to hit myself awake from drowsiness. Just then I realized that I ain't wearing my security goggles. Of course I panicked, don't wanna show people freaky emerald eyes anyway. But then when I was about to turn back in my business, a goddamn ghostly hand gripped my gloved arm that seriously scared the hell out of me.
"Matt, where are you going?"
Shit. This is just great. It fucking knows my name.
I froze and sweat beaded along my nape. I feel my guts sink really low in gravity and my heart felt like it is ready to burst out of my rib cage in 3...2...1...
"HOLY MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST THERE'S A GHOST IN WHAMMY-"
"Matt. How offending." A familiar voice spoke in a still eerie tension. I snapped my head back as I saw the same pale face Mello used to throw darts on.
"N-Near...?"
"Hello. May I ask what you are doing in the middle of the night?" His face remained expressionless as he grabbed a lock of white hair and began twirling it like he usually does. The hallway was dark and the moon rays reflected his all-white figure that made him look like a glowing sheep lost in witches' den. Damnit...I should've guessed.
"Ah...h-hi! Well...I got hungry so I decided if m-maybe I can g-grab some grub in the kitchen..." Yo 'da man, Matt. How very skilled in acting like you just did not get your all your hairs raise up and your mind getting blown by this kid.
"You're stuttering."
"Can't get over it...I guess"
Near stared at me for good five minutes with those onyx eyes that just makes every scientist go stupid figuring out how the hell an albino have pitch black eyes.
Trembles travelled along my spine as the thought of just how creepy the atmosphere in this situation is. I scratched the back of my head and sighed. This will be a long...awkward night...
"Matt."
"What?" I snapped my eyes back to him in confusion. He raised his eyebrow a bit in mocking at my naked face. I abruptly hid the disturbing eyes of mine beneath the shadows of my auburn bangs. Seconds of silence passed until the younger genius concluded it is better to break it for awhile.
"You don't have your goggles.."
"I wear it when I know people will see me. Didn't expect it to be YOU of all people to catch me not wearing it. "
"Why didn't you want to look at me straight in the eye?"
Here it goes. The usual interrogation. Does he think I will answer such personal question? Even Mello gets a hard time figuring it out to the point he'll just burst in fury sometimes. Well, it is not that it is a cause of trauma or anything that dwelled in my past. It is just that I am very aware on how people get irritated in seeing misfit and ugly pupils. It is just engraved deep in my mind and soul...
A belief that changed me into who I am now.
'You're a freak!'
'You don't belong here!'
'I will never give birth to the son of a demon!'
'Mother...'
"They're beautiful."
My eyes widened. Reality didn't make any sense at that time until I escaped from the trance. My ears rand alarms and the words repeatedly echoed in my head...his voice...what it all meant...
Near? Is this this really him? The Near I know will never say something like that. He's a robot. He doesn't have any emotions...he doesn't appreciate...
No. That smile. It just screams it all.
Near made a little smile in his frosty lips. I was surprised in how soft and gentle they looked, since I felt like his whole being has no warmth and can be almost compared to the stiffness of a steel.
But then it was sincere. It was true.
Now I know why Mello is literally going crazy for him.
Matt stared for like forever. His eyes were big saucers and I felt like I did something terribly long. His orbs also began to fade in a hue of azure like Mello's, and a smile involuntarily grace my lips when I realized the beauty Matt hid for years under the sepia tinted goggles.
Nervousness pricked me, electricity compelled in my veins. I twirled my satin locks faster as I calculated the best course of action I should take to stable the tension.
"Matt. Are you quite alright?"
"U...uhm...yea...It's just that...it is...weird."
"What?"
"Um...n-no...I-I mean...weird...everything."
"I-
"Ignore what I said just now."
The tone of his voice returned to normal, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. He looked like he is about to jump from joy like something really big happened. I tinted my head the slightest unnoticed, and nodded my head in thoughtful reply to his statement.
"Heh. Anyway...what are you doing here and now, sheep?"
"I had intentionally woke up in the middle of the night to seek help from an expert to solve my problem. Technically, I am here to purposely find you."
Ignoring the previous child-like formalities, I had shared my intentions to Matt. S said that it is good to ask the expert of love stuff - Matt - since it is the main problem. S told me to execute the plans in the middle of the night to talk it with Matt so that no one will hear. And it seems like the plans are going well...
But if he is not to help me, how will I guarantee Matt won't tell anyone?
I sighed. This will be Savi's fault. She persuaded me very well not agreeing the preposterous plan of inquiring the closest to the target himself.
'come on Near! We just need to simply ask for Matt's help and then it will all be o-'
'What if it fails?'
'I don't think so. Trust me, Near. And don't worry, I'll be there for you'
Then where are you now, Savi?
"Problem? What problem?"
Matt held his hips high and took out a cigarette; lit it up and brought it to his lips. I didn't even have to know where he get those from, since packs of it are hidden in Roger's closet. Matt now look at me straight with more confidence, as he tried to hide the blush of embarrassment spreading on his cheeks.
"It is...well...you won't believe me if I say this, but...it is...regarding..love confessions..." It was now my turn to blush, and Matt gazed at me with interest. I can't remove the thought that I am planning this all because for the confession of Mello. I don't even think I'm the logical 'me' I use to mask around before. A devilish grin then formed in his lips unnoticed, and his eyes narrowed in mischief.
This is now the Matt Mello gave in to.
He switched his weight onto his other leg, as he bowed his head and quiet understanding. My calmness ceased by the furious beating of my heart, and the electricity of shame tingled my nerves.
"Then what makes you believe I am of help to this?"
"Because... You're...Matt."
His smirk grew wider.
"Well then, I am of service! Let me ask you first if is it you who will confess?"
"Not really...like that. It is more of...making the other party confess to me."
"Now that is bewildering. Guess I won't be bored for the next few days?"
"Of course, Matt. And also, I want to tell you that S or Savi will be helping us too."
"Oh...you mean that really loud mouthed monkey and unexpectedly smart girl with creepy Esp?"
"Yes. Her." Near saw. Matt roll his eyes and breathed out an inaudible curse. Matt then saw the hint of worry in Near's clear eyes, and made me just want to return the act of kind smile to him. Guess I can bare without breaking her neck for awhile...
"Fine. No problem."
"Thank you, Matt. You might be wondering why I'm doing such effort for a seemingly idiotic act...but...I just want it. I also feel like it is some go signal before I confess my feelings. Or else, everything might just turn out the worst. "
I accepted the openness, and continued to nod my head for agreement. It is quite an interesting game for me, and to think that Near, the next greatest detective, is seeking for MY help. We were now silent and the silent noises of the night remained still. I tried constructing my matchmaking plan, and the words of asking who the 'special someone' is at the tip of my tongue. But as I reminisced through past events, I didn't have to waste even an ounce of effort to ponder on that matter.
"Well Matt, I know It is quite complicated. Since he himself and the whole universe knows he hates me, and that my character does not match him at all, and the fact that it may not last might be factors of-
"There's nothing complicated in that at all, Near. Basically, you're just asking me for some tips to seduce Mello."
I rose up my bed, and started pacing back and forth. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Nah...problems can wait tomorrow.
I removed the silk band from my ebony hair and prepared my bed for a nice, beauty sleep. I slumped forward and stared at the ceiling painted with the Indian constellation of my memory. As I drifted off to sleep, a single thought travelled across my shutting mind...
Hm...what do I do with the new kid who likes Near?
Author's. Note: Like it or love it? Hehe...I wonder who it is...and do you think there's a possible one sided MattxNear? Lol read and find out about their plans in the next chapter! R&R anyone who want's Mello's chocolate? It's half bitten!
