The Aftermath
Disclaimer: We don't own DeathNote, but we DO own Mello's ABC's. So live with it. We also own Mello's sanity. We found it in a dark alley. He lost it a little after loosing to Near... again.
(A/n: Happy one year after Mello's ABC's started!)
'So, Mello, how does that make you feel?'
The physiatrist looked through his large glasses at the blond boy who was currently lying on his couch, deep in thought.
'Well, it makes me feel... Unwanted. I felt wanted when I was ranting...' –even thought when he was ranting Matt and Near always had earplugs in- 'But now that I'm done... I don't know what I will do...'
'So are you angry at schoolgirl-cheesesculpture and whitetyger123 for not letting you rant anymore?'
'Not really... I mean... They're too awesome to... (hahah) I think it's was just that there's no more letters... So I guess I'm actually mad at the people who created the alphabet... I mean... If there were more letters that some freaky scholar in some freaky place in the world had created and only him and I knew about them, then I could I could rant about things that no one would know about, making it better than all my other rants combined. Although... Me, Myself and Mello was a pretty good rant if I do say so myself... I mean, it was so perfect! It was all about me and my perfectness... How could you get better than that?'
The physiatrist inwardly sighed, "Here we go again..." and he shook his head. 'So what I am gathering is that you have an inferiority complex so you have the need to have to remind everyone how "special" you are.'
At this comment, Mello started imagining the physiatrist as Near... Which on his behalf was not a very safe choice for the older man.
'What do you mean, I have an inferiority complex?? Are you saying that I'm not better than Near?? The only reason I talk about how awesome I am is because I'm awesome!! Are you saying that I wouldn't even be able to lose my ears?? (Obligatory Loveless reference lol)'
'So you're saying that you want to lose your... Ears?' The older man looked at Mello strangely.
'Well maybe I already lost my ears, ever think of that!? Oldmanthatprobablystillhashisears'
'Ok then... So I have concluded that you are crazy and there is no help for you. That would be two thousand dollars.'
Mello started looking around the room uncomfortably, fanning himself off with his hand. 'Yeah... About the money...' Mello, being Mello decided to quickly change the subject.
'It's kinda hot in here...' Under his breath he started to sing "It's getting hot in here".'
'It's getting' hot in here, so take off all your clothes. I am, getting so hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off.' He started to slowly unzip his vest, taking it off after he was done.
The physiatrist jumped up in alarm and quickly looked away. Mello just laughed and said, 'What? It's not like I have boobs or anything.'
The man sweatdropped and turned back around. 'Bu..bu but... I thought... You were...' he said slowly, pointing at Mello's chest. 'What?!'
'You thought I was a girl?! I'm not a girl!! If anyone is a girl, it's Near!! Near I say!! He plays with dolls for Kira's sake!!' Mello grabbed his vest and ran out of the room screaming. Needless to say, his scream was suspiciously high pitched and toned just right that if any onlookers would see him running from the aforementioned physiatrist's room, shirtless, they would have thought there was something a bit more then just a regular check up going on in that room.
'My reputation has just gone down the drain,' the physiatrist said, holding his head in his hands as various other doctors looked out their doors to see the blond running thorough the building without a shirt on.
Little did he know, that just from their little 'talk', Mello had decided that it wasn't enough to rant about each letter once. He decided all by himself that if he wanted everyone's attention again, he was going to repeat what he did before. Thus, Mello's ABC's Squared was born.
(A/N: Look for it on schoolgirl-cheesesculpture's page!)
