Me: I am an idiot.
Mello: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WE HAVE AN EPIPHANY.
Me: STFU, I WASN'T FINISHED! I'm saying I'm an idiot because I haven't really taken the time to check my email thoroughly until recently. It was then that I was basically attacked with AN ONSLAUGHT OF AWESOMENESS FROM ALL THE FANART I GOT. I'd like to thank the following for sending things in: Kishi_Senmatsu, TheEvilMuffinToaster (I LOVED THE DESIGN OF FEE'S DOOR. I LOLED, AND IT WAS JUST MADE OF AWESOME, BTW), and also, someone else who sent in art that was actually REALLY GOOD and close to Fee's actual design, but I didn't get your name as to what you go by here on FF. Please let me know! If anyone has any more art, send it in! I'd love to see it. ^^
Matt: I VOTE FOR MORE SEXY ART OF ME. Because EVERYONE would enjoy that...ladies~
Me: MATT, ALL YOU WANT IS PEOPLE TO BASICALLY DRAW PORN OF YOU, SO STFU PERVERT. By the way, if anyone is interested, I'll be putting up a link to a picture I drew of what Fee actually looks like soon.
Matt: *drools*
Me: MATT, BTW, YOUR LADIES MAN SKILLS HAVE BEEN CHALLANGED:
x-Malicious-Me-x: I DIDN'T REVIEW THE LAST CHAPTER!! *sobs* Was cute, though :3
Anyway... MATT!! YOU REALLY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO BLINDFOLD AND PRACTICALLY TIE DOWN A GIRL TO BE ABLE TO KISS HER?!?
And you say you're good with the ladies. Pfft.
Matt: ........NOOOOOOOOOO!
Mello: BAHAHAHAHA! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN?
TheEvilMuffinToaster: If Fee and Matt keep running away I'm going to get chains of steel and tie them up to a cross and stab them with pens until they admit their undying love for each other.
Me: THAT PLAN IS FOOLPROOF. I VOTE TO HAVE IT CARRIED OUT IN THE CASE THAT MATT WIMPS OUT AGAIN.
Mello: LOL VOTE SECONDED.
Matt: -_- Misseh does not own Death Note or its characters. She does, however, own the OC, Fee.
Me: AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS, "TOOTSIE POPS." When asked about how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie pop, Amaya-Ai went and said:
Amaya-Ai: Anyway, I'll just have you know something, right when it said "L licked his lollipop" I was just like YES!
Me: LOLOLOL YAY PERVERSION!
Matt: ARE YOU IN GOOD HANDS? And L approves of this message.
Ten: Drowning
Tears.
They burned her bright ceruleans as they trickled down from her eyes and across the length of her reddened cheeks. She wiped them away with an intense fury, but it only lead to more tears being born.
However, it was not the tears that made her angry.
Fee sniffed, turning to look at that familiar dark corner. She glanced at the sharpie held tightly in her hand, eyes narrowed. For a moment, she was so tempted; but, instead, she chose to throw the sharpie across the room with all her strength, watching as it hit the wall hard.
Who knew…Who knew that tears and joy could ever go hand in hand…
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She never knocked; it was sort of her signature. Always, she would simply invite herself in. He'd grown used to quirks such as these; in fact, he'd grown to love them.
Love…
And she rejected it.
"….M-Matt?"
The redhead was drawn back to reality by the sound of her voice. He turned his gaze away from the screen of his DS that he held to look at her, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Even from a distance, he could see her eyes and the area surrounding them were red.
It's like she rubbed them raw. Was she…crying? Why would she--
"Uh, Matt?" she repeated, waving to get his attention again. She crossed her arms across her chest as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I know….I know what you did."
Matt quirked a brow, adjusting his goggles. "Oh, do you really? What, do you expect me to be in a total state of shock right now?"
"Well, aren't you just deliciously sarcastic."
"Delicious? Yes. Sarcastic? Why, whoever gave you that ridiculous idea?"
Fee snorted, taking small strides towards where he sat on the floor of his room. "Don't play coy with me, boy. I know where you live, and I own a large array of markers."
"Bring it."
Fee stuck out her lower lip, displeased at Matt's sudden "insubordination." Her eyes wandered to stare at the seat next to him on the floor; her expression full of longing. He smirked slightly, setting his DS down in that exact spot.
"So, care to explain your visit?"
"Care to explain how one could steal my first kiss while blindfolded, then start acting like a complete ass soon afterwards?" she hissed in response. His smirk soon flipped downwards into a frown, eyes marked with slight shame.
"Matt…the reason I never responded to you back then was because I was afraid; afraid that it was just a joke. It's impossible to love such….such a thing that I am, and I didn't honestly believe you."
"You didn't believe me? A seven year old had enough sense to sort out his feelings and know he loved someone; yet, it took you six years afterwards to finally get some brains?!"
"And what about now? Six years later, I'm mature enough to at least admit my mistake, while you're just acting like a stubborn brat!"
Matt's jaw clenched, both pain and rage boiling up inside of him. "I've loved you for six years without anything in return. I always kept my mouth shut because you 'didn't believe me.' Putting a band aid on it isn't enough!"
"I've always loved you the same for six years, and I'm sorry! Is that enough, your highness?!" she screeched. She hastily reached into her sweater pocket and pulled out a rose, moving then to throw it at his face. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Matt bit his lower lip, delicately picking the rose up from where it had fallen on his lap. Attached to the stem was a small card, which read:
Matt: I was told by a great wise man that roses were, in fact, red, and that violets were blue, like my hair. As a rebuttal, I'd like to say this: By the way, I love you. -Fee the Magnificently Magnificent.
Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
And if your hair isn't too, then I'll dye it while you're in bed.
As Matt read over each and every word, his heart sank lower and lower until he was sure it was level with the floor. His hands trembled as he fruitlessly attempted to hold the note and the rose steady.
"Goddamn it…. Just damn it all…."
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"Can I go?"
"No."
"Can I go…now?"
"No."
"Can I go now…please?"
"No."
Mello rolled his eyes, wallowing in self pity. "This is ridiculous, Matt. If she wouldn't let you in through the front door, what makes you think breaking in through her window is any better?"
Matt waved the testy blonde's comment away, turning his attention back to counting the windows on the outside of the walls of the orphanage.
"Matt, for all you know, she could have bolted the window shut."
"I don't think I asked you to come out here so that I could hear you bitch and complain. Now, are you going to help me look or not?"
The chocoholic sighed, lifting a finger to point at one of the windows. "Fifth row, third column. That one should be hers."
"How did you-"
"It's the only window with all kinds of paint spattered all over it. Seriously, Matt; with judgment skills like yours, sometimes I question just how the hell you're still third."
Matt scoffed, focusing his attention on the multicolored window. How the hell am I supposed to get her attention?
"Rocks."
"Huh?"
Mello rolled his eyes again, bending down to grab a handful of pebbles from the earth beneath his feet. "If you need to get her attention, the romance-y thing to do is to throw pebbles at her window."
"I'm amazed you know all this stuff, but you still don't have a girlfriend."
"Unlike you, I'm willing to wait to find a girl that isn't criminally insane."
"Good luck with that."
Grabbing the pebbles from Mello's hands, Matt began to heave them upward at Fee's window. After many tries gaining no reaction, Matt took in a deep breathe. Cautiously, Mello took a few steps back, unsure of what the boy was about to do.
"….BABY COME BACK, YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON ME. I WAS WRONG, AND I JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU," he sang at the top of his lungs. Mello covered his ears, snickering to himself.
After what felt like half an hour of Matt singing/screaming the lyrics, that multicolored window was practically thrown open as Fee leaned out of it, eyes narrowed as she stared at the two boys on the ground.
"Matt, do us all a favor and shut up! You'll attract cats with your dreadful singing!" she yelled down at him. Matt broke into a grin, relieved to have finally drawn her outside.
"You know you like it!"
"Get off my property!"
"I can stand outside all I want!"
"NO! I practically live in all those bushes, so get OUT of my house!"
With those as her parting words, Fee slammed her window shut, leaving Matt and Mello in silence. Mello quirked a brow as he crossed his arms expectantly. "Well? What now?"
"Isn't it obvious? Keep trying."
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Mello glanced up nervously at the sky; it's familiar blue covered up by dark gray clouds. He shivered slightly against the wind that blew with a stronger force than before.
"Matt, it's been over five fucking hours! She's not going to come out."
"You don't know that," Matt snapped back. "We both know she's stubborn."
"I don't care how stubborn she is. It's going to rain soon, and I'm sick of dealing with this crazy bitch. I'm going inside, with or without you," he barked, turning on his heels to march off. Matt watched him go with a slight yearning to follow, but his underlying determination kept his feet planted on the ground. He sighed as he bent down to grab more rocks from the ground; ignoring the first drops of rain he felt on the top of his head.
Rain or shine; day or night. He was going to get Fee's attention, no matter what it took.
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Eight hours: One and a half spent throwing pebbles, another half spent singing, and the rest spent throwing pebbles in a constant rhythm.
Does this boy even know the meaning of the word 'stop'?
Fee lay on the floor; eyes closed as she listened intently to the noises outside. If there was one thing abnormal that she noticed, it was that the constant rhythm of the pebbles hitting her window had stopped ten minutes ago.
She breathed in deeply as she dragged herself towards the window, curious to see what Matt what up to. As she peeked down at the ground, however, she squeaked in surprise.
Lying on the grass, with his arms and legs splayed out as though he was just having a lazy Friday night at home, was Matt; staring up at the sky as he let himself get drenched from head to toe.
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He had to blink a couple of times; just to be sure what he was seeing was real. After all, hours in the rain can really change the normal pattern of thinking.
Not that Matt's pattern of thinking was ever normal to begin with.
The redhead stared upwards at Fee, who crouched beside his head while she twirled an umbrella in her hands.
"Is that for me?" he asked, his voice hoarse. She girl gave him a maddened look as though he spoke another language.
"Don't be ridiculous; it's for the grass, of course," she addressed, placing the umbrella down on the ground. She smiled up at the sky, feeling the rain pelt her skin and clothes.
"Do you like the rain?"
"Why do you think I always wear blue rain boots?"
Matt lifted himself up to a sitting position; his wet clothes clinging to his skin. Fee smirked as she ruffled his hair, sending water droplets flying.
"You're like a wet puppy."
"…I'll take that as a compliment."
"I love puppies."
"Now that's definitely a compliment, right?"
For a moment, they both just sat in the rain. Fee daringly leaned forward, taking his lips with her own. His eyes widened with surprise at first, but fluttered closed soon after.
"…You know what? I never understood why people made such a fuss over 'kissing in the rain'," she remarked, her face still inches away from his. "It's not so special."
"Then tell me: What's it like?"
"You of all people should know! You were there!"
"But I want to know what you have to think!"
"….Wet."
"Ooh, kinky."
Fee shoved his shoulder, sending them both toppling over. She lay her head on his chest, sighing contently.
"Everything will change," he said quietly; carefully running his fingers through her wet hair.
"And if it doesn't?"
"Blame 'Panda'."
"You, sir, have a deal."
"I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while. And she will be loved..." -"She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5