I want to thank the lovely 494dwangel for giving me ideas and telling me that this story needs more Mello and Matt action :D
Um *cough*…But not that kind of action.
Disclaimer: I always forget the disclaimer *sigh* Ok, I do not own Matt or Mello T^T *sniff*
Chapter 11
"Mello…"
No response.
"Oi, Mello,"
Still nothing.
"Mells?"
He ignored me.
"Melly Belly—"
"What!" The annoyed blond shouted, a glare plastered on his face. I smirked.
"So you want to be called Melly—"
"Call me that again and I swear I'll rip your intestines out." He threatened, stabbing the already abused chicken with the sharp knife he was holding.
"What…what are you doing?" I asked, eyeing the piece of poultry with concern. I furrowed my eyebrows. Such a waste of good product.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied, cutting the chicken into small halves while trying to peel the skin away.
"Um…murdering an already dead chicken?"
"That's right." He stated while picking the poultry off the kitchen counter with one hand. It's limbs where limp and its skin was shredded. Props to him, he managed to make the chicken look like rotten flesh.
"This…doesn't seem right." He mumbled, tilting his head. He shrugged and walked to the kitchen stove. He opened the switch and directly plopped the chicken into the pot of water to boil.
I stared at him, mouth slightly agape. What was he trying to do? "You—you didn't even wash it? Or even waited until the water boiled before soaking it right away?"
He looked at me with a blank expression, one of his eyebrows raised. "I know what I'm doing."
"Yeah, sure." As long as I'm not the one who would taste the food he was about to make, I'm all good.
After 'the talk' as Beyond put it, I quickly searched for Mello around the house. It was like we were playing hide and seek; Beyond was searching for Aki while I was searching for Mello. Why did the mansion need to be this huge when only a total of twenty people are actively living in here? It took me about thirty minutes to find him. I entered the ball room, the library and even went outside (le gasp!) to search for him in the garden. I was a bit nervous, what if he escaped? What if he ran away? I know, I know, I told him that it was his decision to leave the mansion if he wanted but…who would play video games with me? Near? Pffff—please excuse me while burst into laugher. Ehem, ok. Beyond isn't much of a gamer. Aki? He's too busy with …everything. I hardly see the boy. Kaylee? I'd rather read a dictionary.
As it turns out, Mello did not escape (I asked the guard) and I sighed in relief. I didn't know why I was so worried, it's not like he was friends with me or anything.
But do you know where I saw him? In the kitchen, one of the most common places in the house. Why, oh why didn't I think of that earlier?
Wait, why was he here again? I looked at the agitated blond trying to open a pumpkin (yes, the big orange Halloween thing) and plopped the whole vegetable in the pot.
Ok, isn't it a bit too much to put in a normal dish? "Why are you trying to cook?" I asked as I sat on the kitchen chair while watching him open different cabinets in search for the ingredient he would use.
"Gretta told me that I should try something with that chicken. I agreed to stop her continuous blabbering about how cooking is such an amazing task," He pulled a jar of vinegar and placed it on top of the table. "Why am I even talking to you?"
Because I'm awesome? "I dunno." I shrugged. "Do you need any help?"
"I don't need anything from you." Yeah, I thought so.
I watched as Mello open the bottle of vinegar and poured half of it in the pot. I stared in horror. Seriously, is he trying to kill someone with his dish?
I continued watching him as he plopped different ingredients into the pot of boiling water. He even dipped honey in there. Honey, as the sweet and sticky stuff. I could swear I saw him smirk…as if he was doing it on purpose.
Or maybe it was just my imagination.
He was amusing, really. He stirred his soup (was it even supposed to be called a soup?) gently and smelled it but never tried to taste it. I leaned on the table and secretly grinned. I couldn't blame Beyond for mistaking Mello as a girl. He looked really feminine…from behind. His hips curved in a feminine manner and his long straight hair fell just above his shoulders. He would turn to his heel and furrow his eyebrows slightly as if in thought and would smirk after a moment. He would stare at his soup proudly and grin smugly as he put more weird ingredients. Seriously, he looked like a wizard brewing a potion.
"Do you want me to scoop your eyeballs out with a fork?"
I blinked. How long was I staring at him?
Whoa, awkward.
"You've plopped about ten different ingredients in your…food? Soup? Heh," I grinned. "I think you're doing it on purpose. Who in the right mind would put a fruit in a soup? "
He stared at me innocently. I would have laughed, Mello innocent? "I'm not doing anything on purpose," he rolled his eyes. "I'm making this dish as delicious as I can since…" he turned around and lowered the heat of the stove, "you would be the one eating it."
I stared at him in horror. I could literally hear the smirk in his voice. I knew it! He really was trying to kill me! "No thanks, I don't want to die because of food poisoning." I stated, pulling my DS out of my pocket.
"What do you mean?" his voice caused me to look up from the loading game on my DS. I didn't know he was able to sound like that. "I'm not poisoning it." He pouted. He pouted!
God, he looked so …human? "Of course not—"
"Shut up Matt." He interrupted before I could utter a sarcastic comment. He turned around and closed the stove. "You are going to eat. I worked hard on this."
Worked hard? He was randomly plopping things in there! I wouldn't be surprised if I saw something green and mushy in his soup.
I stayed silent. Maybe he would change his mind and pity me. Yeah, Mello couldn't be that mean.
He grabbed a bowl and washed it. He dipped a bowlish like handle into the pot and poured the soup in the bowl. He smirked as he approached me, sliding the dish in front of me while sitting on the opposite side of the table.
"Eat." He demanded. I looked at the food in front of me. My eyes widened, it literally looked like puke. God, I hope I don't die. I still have to buy the new Kingdom Hearts game!
"Do I really have to?" I grumbled, dipping the spoon and stirring the puke-like food.
"Yes. It doesn't taste as bad as it looks."
"But—" He glared that frightening glare of his. Yes, I was wrong. I would never doubt Mello's mean-ness again.
I sighed and silently prayed to Mario. "Alright fine."
He grinned smugly. I stirred the soup and scooped a spoonful. I held my breath and shoved the spoon in my mouth. Mello started at me with hidden amusement.
Hey, it isn't that bad—Holy Luigi I could feel something crawling under my tongue. Oh God, did he put some kind of insect in there? Why didn't it die! The liquid felt gooey and sticky on my mouth. The chicken was undercooked. I almost puked but stopped myself when I saw Mello's malicious smile.
"So, how is it?" Mello asked as he leaned his elbows on top of the table.
"It tastes—" literally like shit. I forcefully swallowed the gooey like substance in my mouth and grimaced, trying hard not to spill the content of my stomach. And that was only on the first spoon. "-good."
I wouldn't give him that satisfaction he wants. If he did it on purpose then I could play along as well.
He blinked. "Really?" he asked slowly but grinned cruelly. How I hate that grin. "There's more in the pot. I'll get you another serving." Ok, that fired back.
I grabbed his wrist. He turned, furrowing his eyebrows. "You know," I started, "it would be rude if I get to eat all of this…delicious food by my own. We could share." I released his wrist and stood, serving him a bowl of the soup he made. He stared at me and slowly sat back to his seat.
"Taste it, it's awfully good." I smirked. He glared but took the spoon and stirred his soup as if contemplating if he should eat it or not. "What, you don't have the guts to taste your own—"
"Shut up Matt." And with that, he stuffed his mouth with the brown sticky liquid. I grinned. Of course he would eat it; he would never back down from a challenge.
"So…?" I watched his reaction turn into blank then suddenly to sour. His eyes widened and stared at me. "How is it?"
He swallowed and coughed. "Like armpit." He croaked.
I grinned. "So much for manipulating your dish, huh?"
He shrugged. "Yeah," and before I could blink, he dumped the soup on top of my head. I stared back at him in shock. The warm liquid dripped on top of my hair to my cheek, ruining my new shirt.
"What the hell!"
Mello and I were walking back to my room. I was still irritated from what he'd done to me. I reeked like a decaying fish, you could literally smell me walk around the mansion. The maids were staring at me curiously but would suddenly hide their giggles when they saw Mello's grin. Hah, like I couldn't see them. That blond dude could be pure evil sometimes.
I made him clean the mess he made in the kitchen but you know what he said instead?
"Like hell I would." And left without another word. Being the friendly bastard that I am, I had no other choice but to clean the mess myself. I didn't want to bother the maids. Yeah, Mr. Friendly at your service.
Ugh.
I didn't know why Mello was following me but I didn't question it either. I opened the door to my room and stepped in the shower to take a bath. I hope the smell disappears.
It took me about ten minutes to take a shower. I stepped out wearing boxers and opened my closet in search for a new stripped shirt. I changed and was surprised to see Mello sitting the couch watching TV.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, putting the shirt over my head. He tore his gaze away from the TV and looked at me.
"You have cable." He stated before flipping the channels once again. I frowned.
"There's cable in the living room." I pulled a pair of jeans from my (messy) closet, ignoring the clothes that toppled down.
"Your mother's in there. I don't want to share a room with her."
"Makes sense."
I sat beside Mello when I was fully dressed. He raised an eyebrow. "There are more couches in your room. Scoot away."
"This is where I usually sit. Deal with it." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. He flipped the channels and stopped at a variety show. I thought he would change the channel but he leaned back, the remote in his hands.
I sighed. Great, now I have to watch this boring TV show.
We sat in silence. Mello was staring at the TV blankly while I was dumbfolded because of the stupidity of the show. And that's putting it nicely. What kind of question is "The month of pregnancy where the woman would look pregnant." I mean really? Really?
After another hour of silence, I had enough. I made a move to snatch the remote from his hand by he quickly swiped it away.
Awesome reflexes man.
"I'm watching." He claimed.
"How could you watch that?" I dramatically pointed at the TV, "I would better watch something more interesting like, I don't know, anime?" I suggested and grabbed the remote but he once again pulled away.
"I haven't watched this show since, forever. Let me watch in peace."
I huffed. No way in hell would I let him watch a show I hated after what he'd done to me in the kitchen.
I leaned closer and grasped the device but he leaned away and glared at me. I glared back.
He wants a fight? Oh I'll give him a fight.
I stood up and leaned further and forcefully pulled the remote from his grip. Hah, there. I win.
I sat back and changed the channel but before I could watch in peace he swiped remote and changed it back to the channel he was watching.
Seriously? Seriously? "Mello, give me the remote."
"No."
"What?" I felt my eye twitch. "Why do you have to argue on every single thing?" I huffed.
When he didn't reply I immediately leaned closer and caught a hold of the remote. I grinned but before I could do my victory dance, the couch moved and turned, toppling both of us on the floor with a loud 'thump'.
I groaned, hoping that I didn't break any bones on the fall. Hey, the floor isn't so bad. I made a move to stand up but froze when I saw the position I was in.
Mello was under me while I had my knees on both sides on his waist, both of my hands where on either side of his head. I immediately sat up.
Oh shit. How awkward can this get? "Um, heh, thanks for ...breaking my fall?"
He gave me a glare. "If you don't get off this fucking second, I swear I'll-"
Before he was able to continue his threat, I heard a loud crash coming from the door. I gazed sideways and saw Aki, eyes wide, mouth agape and frozen at the door way of my room.
"Hey, what happened—" Beyond came in moments later and stood beside Aki with the same facial expression as his but a moment later his face broke out into a full blown smirk then whistled.
"Matt, take it slow man. I didn't know you swung that way." He teased. I glared at him before remembering the position Mello and I were both in and quickly got up, taking a few steps back.
Ok, this is embarrassing. I could feel my face heat up.
Mello stood up a second later, brushing the imaginary dust off his pants and glared at me.
I laughed nervously, "S-sorry, hehe, it was the couch's fault! It fell down and—" I heard Beyond chuckle.
"No need to get defensive man, it's alright to bat for the other team," he smirked.
"Oi, wait. I'm not gay. I told you it was an accident." I rolled my eyes and switched off the TV. That's when I realized Aki was still on the doorway, biting his lower lip while looking at Mello, his facial expression unreadable.
"Aki? Hey, you alright?" I asked and approached the blue-haired teen. He looked at me and blinked, gulping silently. "Y-yeah, um, I'm sorry—"
"I'll clean the glass, don't worry about it." Beyond assured giving him a sly grin. He kneeled and slowly picked the glass up while Aki followed and helped Beyond timidly.
I glanced around the room. Mello picked up a book from my computer table and stared at the cover. "Can I have this?" he asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the book he was holding. Literary Culture? I didn't know I had that kind of book. Oh right, Near left it. He told me to read chapter…47? Whatever.
"Yeah, sure. I'm not reading it anyway." I agreed. I saw a small grin on his lips and he nodded, leaving my room.
Ok…so he loved books with boring words?
Beyond cleaned the rest of the glass while Aki left, muttering something around the lines of 'Kaylee's a bitch.' No, just kidding. He said that he had more chores to do. Seriously though, why can't the kid take a rest?
"So," Beyond arranged the toppled couch and sat down. "Did you call that…Mika? Mira?"
I blinked. I forgot about Misa's note. I walked to the computer desk and saw the small paper on top of a pile of cluttered folders. I grabbed the paper and dialed the number on the bedside phone.
The phone ringed thrice before someone answered. "Hellu~?"
"Hey Misa, it's me, Matt."
"Matt?" she paused, "Oh! The one with the nerdy glasses and red hair?" Lovely description.
"Yeah, and its goggles." I corrected. "Why'd you ask me to call you?"
"Oh yes! I almost forgot about it," she giggled. "You know, about the marriage thingy? I don't want to get married to you and you don't want to get married to me, riggght?"
Interesting. "Keep talking,"
"So I thought about a plan that would immediately cancel the marriage!" she exclaimed proudly. "But I couldn't do it without your help. Will you help me?"
"Of course I will." I replied. Anything to cancel the marriage.
"Great! Meet me at La Carmina café in about an hour alright? Be sure to be there! I don't want to be waiting."
"Alright. Anything else?"
"Um, nope! See you there! Byieee!" And the phone went dead.
"Is her voice really that loud?" I heard Beyond ask. "I heard your conversation from here."
"Yeah, she's annoying too." I added. La Carmina? That's about a fifteen minute walk from here.
"Alright, I'll be leaving. Take care of A for me, alright?" I nodded as he stood up and left.
I hope that Misa's plan would work. I don't want to get married 'cause you know, I'm asexual. I think.
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