A.N
Laptop is still down and this is a magical kind of update. The kind that involves stealing a friends computer at 6am :3
Sorry guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Matt
I didn't mean to stare at him but for once even the blood and gore of my games couldn't distract me from him. (That's a feat in itself. When B set Wammy's on fire I still stayed inside gaming away…well at least until they dragged me outside.) I was more pissed that he caught me then anything, besides I didn't realise I was doing it until he called me on the staring. Though he seemed more than happy enough to smirk at me and return to the ever growing pile of books beside him.
It stayed like that for a few days, Mello constantly turning me scarlet at every opportunity he could and me trying desperately to convince myself that nobody saw what Mello was doing. He had taken to pressing me against the wall in corridors that had only just been deserted and kissing me, fingers trailing down my sides, tongue teasing my own until I almost wished he wouldn't stop. But he always did. Sometimes at the last moment, leaving me a light red and panting for breath as someone turned the corner. While he broke away and walked off without a care in his head.
He got more daring as time went on, one time leaving me with a hickey on the side of my neck. Somehow I don't think a house full of freaky geniuses believed me when I said I fell down…except for Linda…she told me to be more careful. How she got into Wammy's is beyond me. Maybe she was one of a twin and they picked the wrong kid by mistake and a super smart Linda is running around somewhere, abilities quashed because of her sister. Looking up as the teacher dismissed us from…whatever lesson Mello had dragged me to, I dashed out of the room not wanting to be caught again especially since he'd started cutting it even closer and I was convinced that pretty soon he wouldn't bother stopping when people came by and would just let them watch instead.
Luckily I managed to get back to the room in time, I thought I heard Mello's name called at the end, probably held back for throwing stuff across the room. Something he enjoyed doing. Especially if it was hard, plastic and hit someone in the face. Laying back on the bed exhausted (Gee thanks for getting me up at six fucking thirty Mello!) I covered my eyes with my arm, sighing quietly.
Mello stomped in a little while later, scowl on his face, eyes dangerously narrow.
"Fucking bitch." He huffed.
"Wassamatter?" I slurred, smothering a yawn on the back of my hand.
"Just because I punched Jason yesterday she's got me on cleaning duty for the next month. Again! I am not designed to be on my knees…" He growled, crossing his arms across his chest before sliding over to me, leaning over the bed. "Mattieeeeee?"
"No, fuck off." I retorted. "I'm not doing it for you, next time you shouldn't punch people in the face."
Mello whined quietly. "But he started it!"
Pulling my arm off from over my eyes, I stared at him for a moment. "Really? What did he do?"
Mello stammered for a second, I could almost see his mind working, trying to come up with any excuse that could be viable. "He…took my chocolate?"
"Like hell he did Mello. You're doing the cleaning."
"But Matt-!" He whined, pouting slightly. I sighed inwardly. Doing that face wasn't fair. It should be made illegal.
"Fine I'll help but I'm not doing it all."
He smiled widely, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Thank you Mattie." He grinned into my neck before letting go.
"You owe me." I mumbled, closing my eyes. "So don't wake me up tomorrow, I'm fucking sleeping in."
I could almost hear his eyes rolling. "Yeah yeah." He sighed, rustling around for a moment, the noise bringing me out of the half asleep state, propping myself up on my elbows instead.
"What's with all the books?" I asked. Usually he only came back with about five or six…but there were at least fifteen scattered around him.
"Research."
"Really?" I asked scathingly. "Research for what idiot."
Mello sighed, looking me in the eyes. "Kira."
I gasped quietly, throwing my pillow at him. "Are you fucking insane? You'll get yourself killed!"
Catching the pillow, he put it next to him, picking up the book and laying on top of it. "If I want to follow L then I have to get as much information as I can now." He shrugged, either not seeing the look on my face or ignoring it completely. "I'll best Near. Even if it kills me."