WARNING. THIS MATERIAL CONTAINS SAPPY LOVE STUFF, AND HINTS OF RAEP.
I suck. =/ This chapter was an otter-failure. But, because I want to make this story go on as long as possible, (I'm trying to reach at least 30 chapters hah. Yeah right.) But I also need to introduce hints of things to come. So look for them and try to 'see the future'.
It was like a chain. Near was happy. So that made Mello happy. And when Mello was happy then his crew was overjoyed! Why was his crew so happy, do you ask?
Well, Mello was bitter and obsessive, no more! And you knew what that meant? No more mutiny thoughts against the beautiful blonde man... no more worry... no more concerns. They could just continue their pirate ways, with their not-so-crazy Captain.
Mello and Near were sitting up in the lookout perch, snuggling and watching the setting sun, the bright yellow now turning to a hazy orange.
"Near, this is so romantic." Mello grinned, having a strange sense of Deja Vu.
Near nuzzled his cheek in the crook of Mello's shoulder, "I agree." He sighed.
Mello pulled away, frowning slightly, Near stared at him, eyes wide and confused.
"Mello, what's wrong?" He scooted closer to the older man, who gently pressed him back, the white haired boy struggled against the sad-looking blonde.
"Are... you lying? Are you going to run from me again?"
Gray eyes widened and a gasp slipped through his lips, Near stopped struggling. Mello looked up at him, but Near's face was already smoothed over, "Of course not, Mello. Don't be absurd."
Mello stood up, gritting his teeth, crawling out of the crow's nest and began to climb down, leaving Near alone.
Mello didn't trust him not to hurt him again... Near knew that, and it was his fault.
Was Mello bi-polar or something? One minute he was all cuddly, the next he was upset.
Near had never dealt with someone like this. Everyone in his family was always emotionally stable. Always able to compose themselves even in the worst of times. Except his mother, sometimes where his safety was concerned, she would have no composure. But his sister, father, himself, his uncle, everyone, always had impeccable control.
Mello had no control. Maybe that's what made him such a monster. Or maybe, that was just the half of it...
He pulled himself up, staring out at the sea. Near could slowly feel himself realizing why all these men came out to sea.
It was so beautiful, the color of the water as the sun glittered down upon it, resembled Mello's eyes, the bright sunshine represented Mello's golden tresses. The way the pain the sea seemed to bring , not with words, but with her deadly actions, was like Mello, whom was a pirate, a criminal, always has, and always will be.
Near hated it. Life deserved a sense of justice somewhere. And being a criminal, certainly wasn't justice.
But he couldn't help it. Being drawn to Mello was just a natural thing for him. Like a moth to a brightly lit candle. The light called to the poor little moth. And it shone in the darkest of times, keeping the moth warm and happy. The light loved the moth, as the moth loved the light. But fire was dangerous. So why in all of God's blue earth, does the moth just dive into the candle, as if trying to bathe in fire? It's some sort of fatal attraction. It was deadly, and out to kill.
Mello was deadly, treacherous. And Near needed to keep that in mind. Or something really wrong could happen.
Mello walked into his crew's quarters, grabbing a bottle of rum from one of their hands and gulped the rest down quickly.
"Aye, Captain, are you alright?" The man whom Mello had snatched the rum from stared at him, eyes wide and concerned.
"Of course, Jose. Never better." He smirked, "I came down here to ask how the search for my treasure is doing."
The men exchanged glances, "We've been going around in circles..." One of them spoke up, face grim, "And we yet to spot the rock formation you continue to talk about."
"Well, then I guess we'll just have to keep looking." Mello snapped, blue eyes swiftly turning into angry daggers, "And if any of you mention this special artifact we're after to ANY outsiders, then we'll have a problem. Also, you cannot speak to Near about this. He's already got bad ideas about me already."
Mello's face softened as he thought about the wonderful silver child. He felt bad for just leaving like that, but he didn't want Near to see him upset. Near now probably thinks that Mello doesn't trust him.
That is entirely untrue. Impossible even. Mello handed Near his heart on a silver platter. And no matter how many times the boy heaved it back at him, he continued to send it back, regardless if he knew it would just be aimed below the belt. Painful, but still, love was absolute. Rejection doesn't matter whereas love is concerned. Trust plays a huge role in the loving process. It's just how life is. Trust is key. And that's saying something, coming from Captain Mello.
B smiled proudly from across the long table, "Lawliet, my love, you haven't touched your jam. I made it myself."
Matt stared down at his plate, before attempting to lean forward to smell the mushy stuff piled high on it, but was stopped by the chain collar that locked him to the chair.
The two men were sitting at a long table that filled the whole room, two plush chairs at the very end. Matt at one end, Beyond at the other. Food covered the whole table from left to right.
He scooped his finger up in the mushy mess, and popped it in his mouth.
"It feels... slimy." He muttered, swallowing the sticky substance.
"Oh yes, that's because I had to chew up the strawberries for you. I don't have a professional jam maker." B chuckled lowly, "You're so silly."
Matt gagged, and pushed his plate away, meeting eyes with a not-so-thrilled-looking Beyond.
"Eat your food, Lawliet." B growled through gritted teeth.
"I'm not hungry." Matt said, green eyes glancing down, not wanting to face Beyond.
"Eat it." He ordered, standing up, intimidation seemed to roll off his form, filling the room, poisoning the air with anger.
"I-"
B climbed up on the table, he looked like a freakish spider as he crouched down, sweeping his arms, and shoving everything off the table. He crawled towards Matt, teeth bared violently.
Matt tried to stand up and flee, but was choked ruthlessly by his collar.
"Don't run from me, my lovely lad." Beyond murmured before lunging at the man, unlocking the chain and heaving the younger upon the table, clambering on top.
"N-No please!" Matt squirmed, trying to shove the older man away from him.
"Shh." A finger was placed on Matt's cracked lips before dancing down his chest, "Don't struggle, it'll only make it worse."
A kiss was pressed gently on a sweaty forehead before pants were undone.
"Stop!" Matt cried, tears streaking down his face, "Please stop!" He begged, "I-I'll eat the food, I promise. I'll eat it and love it. I'll be a good boy. Please, anything but this!"
B stared at him, contemplating his answer. The boy sure did look utterly delicious, squirming and tear-soaked. But... maybe he should respect the green-eyed man's wishes, he did love him after all. Aren't lovers supposed to respect one another?
"Aye..." B muttered, letting his hand slide off the other's body.
Matt heaved a heavy sigh of relief, "Th-Thank you. So much. I-I-"
B grit his teeth as he watched the bottom boy laugh with relief. Was he that bad? Was his sex that horrible? He felt rejected. How dare his new Lawliet make him feel this way!
He grabbed the black and red fabric below him and tore with all his might, ripping open the shirt and sliding Matt's pants all the way down.
"W-Wait, what are you-?" Matt shrieked at the sudden intrusion from below.
B smiled, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I promise to love you forever, my love. You will always be mine. I will protect you." Beyond Birthday didn't feel rejected, nor hurt any longer. Seeing his new Lawliet sooo happy like this, his tears of joy were so beautiful. His shrieks of delight was a melodious tune to his ears. Beyond was happy, because his love was happy.
Matt screamed louder, as if it would make the delicious pain stop, make the delicious pain go away. Make Beyond go away. Maybe he would die. Right here, right now. He wouldn't have to live with this bloody shame any longer. He was dirty, tainted, disgusting. A waste of a lower life-form. How pitiful.
"Trust me, Lawliet!" B laughed cheerfully over the happy cries of his lover, "I can make you feel good like this everyday! Just trust me, this is just the beginning of what I can do!" He grabbed his small pocket knife, red eyes glinting fiercely, "Trust me." He whispered, before plunging down with all his strength.
I have been reading to much love stories/shojo manga. And this is what I got. A bunch of sad little men. D: Don't kill me just yet. And I will promise you adventure and horribleness next chapter!
Plus, I AM GOING TO CHANGE THE RATING. From T to M. This is because that Beyond and Matt are getting a bit further than I actually wanted to. Plus, Mello and Near need some time too. Hhaha.
But, if you have ANY problem with this new change, please talk to me. Maybe we can work something out. With that, I bid you farewell, until next time. RACHAEL, OUT.