Ice: Near the end, folks. Bitching will not be tolerated, so whine about it and I make the wait for the end longer, ne?

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Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Dammit heart, will you shut the fuck up?

Mello and I abandoned the car in some back alley way, hoping to give some homeless guy a good jolly. A place to stay for a while, I guess. And if he can hotwire, then whoop-de-friggin-do.

Right now, I'm standing nervously in front of my parents' mansion, with Mello holding my hand as if that would possibly calm me down. I am literally seconds from going inside and going like 'Oh, I'm your son. You abandoned me at some crappy orphanage and I had to steadily build myself up the rankings to succeed a guy I've never met. Oh yeah, and I'm a fag.'

…

Well dammit, I'm pretty screwed. If that's my introduction, then…well…

Fuck.

Oh well. At least I still have my Ikarishipping. Paul, you handsome devil.

…

I need to stop. I'm freaking out in my assholeish manner. Okay Mail, just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out…Oh dammit, stop walking towards the freaking mansion!

Freaking legs!

Stop it.

Stop it, dammit.

Stop it!

Fuck.

Stop knocking on the door.

Dammit Mello, stop encouraging me!

Frick.

Fuck.

FUCK.

"Uh…hi?" Edward, apparently. He was tall, thin, messy brown hair, brown button-down-shirt, and jeans on, obviously in casual wear. He had green eyes, and a pale face, Heart-shaped face, medium-sized nose, and a thin mouth. He was pretty much the way I pictured Edward from Twilight when Linda forced me to read it.

"…"

"Look, if you're here to send us fan mail or something, I'm gonna have to call the cops."

"N-No. It-it's just…well…I-."

"What?" Edward perched an eyebrow, thinking what the hell was wrong with this kid.

"Well…"

"I'm your son."

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I was immediately invited in, and Edward nearly got tears to his eyes. He gave me an awkward father-son hug. Well, one-sided I guess. I was standing there limply, mind a bit blank.

"Here, come in….?" He looked over at Mello. "Who's this?"

"This is Mello. He's……well, I'll explain it later." I walked in the large front door. They didn't have any butlers and only two maids, but the house was horribly large. They were humble or something, I guess.

"Mail-."

"Don't call me by that."

"But Mail, it's your name!"

"Just don't."

"A-alright. Let me get Eli-your mother."

We both sat uncomfortably on the couch. I was in an odd state of mind at the moment. It was weird. Like, when you're hypnotized or something. Just staring blankly with bunch of crap going on inside my head.

"Mail, this is your mother. Elizabeth." Elizabeth was pretty. Beautiful, I guess. Long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, perfect skin, a heart shaped face, and medium height.

"M-Mail…It's…" Her eyes were welling up. Oh God, this is going to be painful.

"Look, uh…mom, I kinda have some questions I need to be answered."

"Oh, um, of course, Mail. But I have one before you ask. Who…" She motioned to Mello, "Who is this?"

"Oh. Um…he's a friend…and…uh, you know. Gay lover." Edward blinked, whilst Elizabeth stared, and laughed nervously.

"Well, whatever makes you happy…Now, ask us whatever you want." I stared at the ground.

"Why did you abandon me?" I said, barely a whisper. Neither could make eye contact.

"We…we didn't want to. We honestly didn't." His voice croaked.

"I did…drugs when I was in England after I had you. I…honestly don't know why I got into them. I gave you up to an orphanage to hope that someone better adopted you. Edward supported me wholly. After that, I found roles in television shows, eventually skyrocketing both of us into fame. Mail, please…you must understand why I did this. I did it for you."

"But…you…you don't know what that place was like. I had to do so much…"

"Mail…we're so sorry…we will adopt you, we promise." My eyes drifted to stoic Mello.

"But…what about Mello?"

"…I'm sorry, Matt." My eyes drifted to the ground as a tear slowly glided down my cheek.

"I can't just leave him…" Edward put a hand on my shoulder.

"Mail, we just…can't. Mello, do you understand." Mello nodded slowly.

"Mello, we'll let you stay here tonight, and we'll pay for your plane flight. Alright?"

"Al…Alright…"

There was a long, awkward silence. I felt very uncomfortable.

I just now heard that I will never see my best friend/gay lover again after today.

Well.

Aren't we just in a pile of shit?

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Ughhhh. What the hell?

I looked towards my window to see tiny rocks being flung out my window. Tiny rocks?

Dammit.

I opened up the window to see a gender confused blond throwing rocks at my window.

"Mello!" I hissed, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Get your ass down here!" I grumbled, and made my way down a conveniently placed tree. Like those treasure chests in Zelda that those bosses just happen to misplace.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Proper goodbye, a-hole."

"Yeah, I love you too. Did you steal some of my parents' money?"

"Yep." The sarcasm and smart-retarded comments ended there.

"Well…" I looked down. "Guess this is goodbye." I laughed awkwardly, a few tears sliding down my cheeks. Mello wiped them off.

"Don't worry, Matt. I swear we'll meet up again." Mello pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't one of those lust-filled ones that we usually shared. It was one of those melancholy ones. You know; the ones in those movies where the lovers have a dramatic kiss after one is going to do a life-threatening stunt.

Yeah. Like that.

Mello gave me a sad smile, one that I'd rarely ever seen, and walked away.

I couldn't sleep that night.

I was too busy crying.

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Ice: Wow. This chapter was uber emo.

I apologize for the emo.

Thanks to Jen for the help and Isabel for all her positive remarks.

Sarcasm.

R&R my bitches.