I'm back! Phew.
Random person: Took you long enough.
Shut the hell up! I was tired, okay? Vacation and stuff. -Throws it off a cliff-
Random person: -dies-
Okay, now on with the story. This chapter's a bit…crazy and stuff, but the plot's still there, I promise. Oh well, onto the story!
Twelve
Mello gave a loud grunt as he tilted his head back and stretched his arms with relish, hearing the sore joints in his arm crack. Beaming with satisfaction, he adjusted his leather boots before puffing his shoulders up and lifting his head up high. There was an invisible aura of pride radiating off him as he placed his gloved hand gently on the rusty metal doorknob, careful not to leave any fingerprints or stains.
You guilty freak.
Mello ignored the voice as usual and took in a deep breath before keeping his focus straight. This mission was important. If he failed it, he would lose his dignity. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what would happen if he did.
You'll go to jail for this!
Shut up, bitch. He snapped in his head.
I'll call the cops. How's that, dick?
Upon hearing the supposedly intimidating threat, the chocoholic let a smug smile play on his lips. The very idea was downright ridiculous to him. He wanted to shoot something witty back, but his nerves were getting the better of him. He could feel beads of cold sweat on his palm, and thanked God that he was wearing leather gloves. It was so that his cover wouldn't be blown in an instant.
Surreptitiously, Mello tightened his hold on the doorknob and twisted it open with slightly trembling fingers, careful not to make any noise. If Matt was sleeping, it would be a bonus; it would make the whole mission thing easier. If he was awake, however…
Who cares. He's too dumb to know what I'm about to do anyway.
Mello, you stubborn piece of shit! I said turn back!
Too late, Mello thought to himself as he swung the door open and tiptoed inside with light footsteps. There was an edge to his movements as he stealthily closed the door, relieved that the only sound produced by his act was a tiny creak.
Breathing heavily, he turned his head and felt the cold rush of air hit his face. The nauseating smell of medicine and what's not instantaneously hit him square in the face, and he winced at the pungent stench. Ignoring it, he let his eyes dart towards the person currently residing at the hospital bed.
Surprisingly, Matt had at least four Band-Aids removed already, and only small scars were left on the places that were once covered by the stretchy plastic. Mello noted this fact with a satisfied nod, relieved that the mission would be easier for him.
He's recovering fast.
He's still injured, you prick.
Scanning the rest of his build, Mello took note of the places which still needed extra care and mentally made a note to himself to not accidentally touch them later. The last thing he would want was to end up with an unconscious, whiny Matt. After all, his efforts would be thrown down the drain (again) and he would lose his chance to prove that he was the one at fault, not him.
When his stare got to Matt's facial features, however, he jumped a little as two bright-green eyes stared back at him, wide and clearly amused. Mello could hardly catch his breath as he felt the hairs on his arm rise, reminding him of how nervous he felt there and then.
He swallowed his saliva as Matt stared him down with puckered lips.
"Um...Mello?" he said uncertainly.
It was then Mello realized that he was still holding on to the doorknob, both arms tied behind his back. Loosening his hold quickly, he cast a look at Matt, warning him not to question it further.
"Don't say anything," he huffed, his glare pointed.
Matt's eyes narrowed and he nodded slowly before turning his back on him, his position on the bed slightly tilted at an awkward angle. His legs were far too long- they almost reached the end of the bed. This made turning while sleeping awkward for him, but he didn't show it. Feeling a slight sensation of pain at his lower abdomen, he ignored it and closed his eyes.
It doesn't hurt as much as last time, he noted with a slight smile.
On the other side of the room, Mello watched warily as Matt seemingly dozed off into dreamland, his eyelids twitching and his breathing slightly rapid. Shuffling his feet forward, he stopped hesitantly and blinked his eyes slowly a few times.
It was then he wondered to himself whether he would be able to support Matt's weight. He seemed like a heavy guy- not in a bad way, but due to his tall frame.
Aha, caught you off-guard.
Mello ignored the voice in his head and continued to walk towards Matt with slow footsteps. He reckoned that the rigorous muscle work-out sessions he had once a week would make this weight-lifting thing easy for him. After all, he worked out, and he had muscles. Nothing was too big a challenge for him.
Suddenly, without warning, Matt straightened his body up from his sleeping posture and eyed Mello with slightly accusing eyes. Mello backtracked a little, his eyes widened.
"Mello," his voice came out raspy as he pointed a finger at the blonde. "You can't fool me. I know you're up to something."
Oops, Mello thought as he stared at the gamer in disbelief, the shock stilling his body. He contemplated knocking the redhead out and making a run for it, but decided against the cowardly idea. Instead, he turned away brashly and folded his arms, hmph-ing as he did so.
"You think too much," he shot back with a defiant look on his face.
"Then what's with that cloth-mask thingy on your face?" Matt demanded shakily as he glowered at the chocoholic. "You look like a cereal killer." He immediately made the shape of a bowl with his hands.
Mello staggered back. Shit. He knew he shouldn't have worn the half-mask. The cloth wrapped around the lower half of his face made him look far too suspicious. His cover was blown. He racked his brains, thinking of a smart come-back.
Hahahaha. That's what you get.
Shut up, sadistic bastard.
"Uh, I've got the flu, that's why," he said after a moment of awkward silence. "Can't risk-"
Then, something occurred to him. He let his eyebrows shoot up with disbelief.
"Matt," he said slowly, eyeing the redhead with an exasperated look. "Are you kidding or are you just plain fucked-up?"
Matt stared at him with his mouth wide open, the look on his face innocent to no end. He maintained the shape of a bowl with his hands still, his eyes wide. "What did I do?"
Mello returned the gaze, his nostrils flared. "Seriously? Cereal killer? You do know that it's serial-"
"OH!" Matt piped up cheerily, a wide smile plastered on his face. "If it's not cereal killer…is it fruity-loops killer?"
Mello fought back a snort and the urge to face-palm on the spot. "I don't believe it."
Matt folded his arms. "Well, I'm sure Near would," he growled bitterly, not looking at the chocoholic. Upon hearing his name, Mello let a low growl resound in the depths of his throat, startling the gamer. "Don't mention his fucking name," Mello demanded, his face hot.
"Hn," Matt looked away childishly.
"…I'd better get this done quick," Mello muttered as he headed towards the gamer with loud footsteps. Reaching his hands out, he made a grab for the redhead. "Come here, Matt…"
Seeing Mello with his arms outstretched and advancing towards him, Matt's eyes widened with horror and he staggered back on his bed warily, his hands clutching the sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white. "Go-go away! What are you going to do to me?"
Mello shrugged. "I'm going to make you admit that it's my fault." He stared at the petrified gamer with bated breath. Since the redhead was already questioning his actions, he knew that his cover had already been blown. He found no need to hide his intentions, and was impatient to get along with it.
Matt edged away from Mello's hands instinctively. "Get away!" he squeaked as he got closer and closer. He felt like he was being strangled in the throat. He knew this would happen, and he knew Mello wouldn't give up without a fight. He was right to be worried- he was going to die there, in the hospital room. Without anyone to pity him or save him…
He stiffened when he felt two arms being wrapped around him rather gently, and he felt like his heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. He was dead. And he knew it. His days were over.
"Don't touch me!" he grunted and tried to wriggle out of the chocoholic's grasp, but his attempts were futile. "You monster! I knew it! I knew you would come here to settle the debt!"
Mello dodged a kick aimed at his face as he held Matt down onto the bed with firm hands. "Shut up and don't make things difficult for me," he hissed as he let one hand trace Matt's collar, and with swift movements, he started unbuttoning his shirt that the hospital provided him to wear. "This'll be a nuisance…better remove it."
Matt jerked and struggled violently, ignoring the stinging pain he felt on his wounds which were now red and raw. "S-stop taking off my shirt! You pervert!" he almost screamed. His words were cut off by Mello, who placed a hand on his mouth to silence his cries.
"Shut up," he gritted his teeth as he used the other free hand to take off his own leather jacket. "I have to hurry…"
Matt could feel the butterflies in his stomach flying about. Seeing stars in his vision, he aimed punches at anywhere possible, hoping to hit the assailant square in the nose. In this case, it was Mello, however; his cooking partner, partner-in-crime and also, the one who landed him in the hospital ward in the first place.
"Y-you evil villain!" Matt cried out, his voice muffled. "You want to harm me!"
Mello rolled his eyes and dodged another blow aimed to his face. "I'm not going to kill you, Jeevas," he declared as he shrugged out of his jacket, exposing his bare, finely-toned arms. "I'm not going to rob you, either. So just relax and let me get this over with."
"I-I know your true intentions! You cannot hide anything from me!" Matt barked loudly as he struggled some more.
Mello rolled his eyes once more. This man was impossible.
"Fine, then what are my intentions?" Mello challenged, struggling to pin down a crazed Matt.
Matt panted loudly, never ceasing his squirming-around antics. "You-" he edged away as Mello tried vainly to remove his already half-unbuttoned shirt.
"…You want to rape me!" Matt croaked out finally, his face red-hot. "You rapist! You want to make me submissive and all that so I'll admit that you're the one at fault…you stupid devil!"
Mello stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide and his breathing halted. He felt his heartbeat slow to a stop as his mind struggled to comprehend the two words that Matt had just shot out of his mouth.
"I'm…a rapist?"
Mello must be shocked out of his wits…
Random person: -dies a second time due to blood loss- I LOVE YOU!
O.o Well, that's a first. Anyways, Near may or may not appear in the next chapter! It's up to you guys to guess…kukukuku.
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