Chapter 38

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Fight and Revelations

Matt POV

I saw him do the Sign of the Cross and remembered our conversation that day. "You lied to me!" I yelled. My pent of rage and humiliation was breaking through and I was pissed.

He looked at me oddly. "We've established that and I'm sorry I lied about my gender."

I grit my teeth. "I'm Bisexual. I've known it since I was old enough to be attracted to people sexually. Did you ever think of asking? Did you laugh at how a possibly straight guy was making out with another guy? I must have been a great laugh huh? Really fun to pull on a string."

He frowned. "Matt I never laughed. I felt horrible for the lie and-"

"Oh really?" I cut him off. "If you really love me then you should have had the balls to tell me yourself!"

"I was go-" he began with a deeper frown but I cut him off again.

"You were going to? When? The day you got kidnapped? That long? Why do I have the feeling you had to be pressured into making that decision?"

He looked down in shame and muttered, "I called L for advice and he gave me an ultimatum."

I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh really? What made you finally have the guts to tell the truth?"

He bit his lip then said quietly while avoiding eye contact, "he would have told everyone."

I snarled. "Oh so lying to me is OK and having Beyond go along is fine but really you would be embarrassed to admit how we've been seeing each other at all? I'm just a dirty little secret then?"

He looked up at me sharply. "Matt that's not-"

"Then tell them how we met and dated. If you're too ashamed to then I am a dirty little secret because who knows if you would have admitted you were the same Mello if someone other than B saw you." I recalled my previous train of thought. "You had me worried I could get you pregnant then when you said you couldn't have kids you said you had a bad sexual experience and didn't want sex too! I'm not in this for sex but did it ever occur to you how much of an ass I felt like that day for insinuating I wanted it after that? Was that a lie too?"

He fisted a pillow next to him at the end of the couch. "I said I had a recent experience. Not sexual. I was referring to meeting you. I was willing to give up sex to date you."

"How selfless" I muttered sarcastically. "Plus you openly admitted you had tons of 'boyfriends' which I suspect were fuck buddies. How do I know you weren't getting a release that way while laughing at the poor little virgin huh?" I knew I was getting crueler but dammit I was hurt. How did I know he wasn't cheating? How could I trust that the rest wasn't a lie too?

He looked me in the eye and said firmly, "I would never cheat on you. I've never cheated on anyone."

I grit my teeth and finally lost it. "HOW DO I KNOW? HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT STILL LYING?" I bellowed. He clenched his jaw but I wasn't finished. "Hell how do I know your whole pity party story about your family was true ei-" I was cut off as I heard a loud 'SMACK' and felt a stinging and tasted blood. He slapped me! I thought in shock. I saw he had gotten to his feet and was giving me the darkest glare I have ever seen.

"Get out" he said in a voice oozing with suppressed rage. I realized I had made a huge mistake.

"Mello I-" I began to apologize but he cut me off.

"Get the fuck out or I will make you! Call me a liar all you want but leave my family out of this!" I opened my mouth but he screamed, "OUT!" and I ran out the door. He slammed it shut behind me before I had even fully exited, shoving me forward. I heard several locking noises then a dull thud and muffled sobbing.

"Fuck" I breathed. I went to my car and drove to my apartment. When I got outside my door I saw B with two take out boxes of what appeared to be chicken wings and a six pack, loitering outside my door.

He whistled low. "Damn he got you good." He held up a wing. "Wing? They're tasty."He sing-songed the last part.

I went up to my door and sighed. "What are you doing here?" He was here much too soon for Mello to have sent him.

"Having a bromantic chat. Now let me in before I bite your leg." I sighed but opened my door and we both walked in. He whistled again. "Nice place you got here. You recently redecorated didn't you?" I sighed and sat on the couch. He put one of the boxes in front of me and twisted the top off one of the beers then handed it to me. "You gotta love how much the world now caters to lazy people." I would have laughed any other time at that. He pursed his lips. "Sooo… you have questions for me."

I looked up at him in shock. He was right I did but I was expecting him to ask me about the fight. "How you know things like that?"

He sighed. "This will have quite a few tangents in order to make sense just a warning." He sighed again then took a swing of his half-empty bottle and began. "Ever since I can remember I've always had a really strong intuition." He turned to me. "If you've ever tuned in to a sport and saw someone who might make a goal or a basket or whatever but it seemed up to chance yet you knew it was going to happen and it did, multiply that feeling by 100 and apply it to everything and you have my intuition." He took another swing, draining the bottle then opened a new one and munched on a wing.

When he was done he continued, "L and I are half brothers. His dad and my mom were potheads which is why his name is really L Eraldo Lawliet. He got my mom's last name. His dad died and my mom married a drug dealer who actually respecter her believe it or not and they had me. They were both high when I was born so my name is really Beyond Birthday Lawliet. Fucked up I know." He turned to me. "My dad, L's step-dad, -and yes she married both- managed to make enough money to get us a house in a decent suburban neighborhood."

He took a large swig then chuckled darkly. "I was feared by everyone there for my intuition and apparently creepy aura or vibe or whatever you want to call it. Everyone except a small brunette boy named Alexander Adams. He was afraid of his own shadow but I protected him. Years passed and we became close friends then lovers. He was gay I'm Bi." He pursed his lips then sighed. "He was timid because his parents were verbally abusive and crazy. They were religious to a fanatic degree and when they found out he was gay he couldn't handle it. I saw him at school and my intuition knew something was going to happen. Something bad… unfortunately I had detention and by the time I got to his house it was too late. He had committed suicide." He sighed shakily. "I loved him and up until now have yet to be with another but I always knew he wasn't the one for me. I met Naomi Misora and despite her grieving for the loss of her fiancé and being creeped out by me I know we're soulmates. I know that sounds creepy and stalkery but again: intuition."

He turned to me sadly. "I'm telling you this because I knew A wasn't the one for me and I would eventually move on. But… my intuition says Mello is meant for you and vice versa so if you fuck this up you won't get another chance." He munched on another wing and waited for me to reply.

"You're never wrong… so if you say I won't get another try… I won't." My face drooped in sadness.

He let out a belch and got up with his box of chicken wings as he drained the other beer then set it on the coffee table. "Yup. Well I gotta go. I'm not so sober at the moment so can I call a cab? I called one to get here."

I sighed. "I'll drive you." He nodded and teetered down the stairs to my car. "How did you know my address?" I asked curiously.

"Mello had it pinned to his fridge" he slurred. I sighed. He managed to tell me how to get to his home then went in with a woozy wave. I sighed and got back to my apartment. I needed to call Mello. We needed to talk like adults… but we also needed a cool down period. I took my clothes off so I was only in my boxers and went to bed with Beyond's words of only one chance echoing in my head.

3 things

PLEASE DON'T HATE MATT OR MELLO! We all do/say things we regret when mad and this was a long time coming.

Alexander Adams as A, the use of "bromantic", and… can't spoil it, ARE references to Second To None I did that on purpose. You're not imagining the connections if you've read it. ;D Shameless self-plugging I know but :P

And finally FINALLY B's backstory is said! God you have NO IDEA how long I've wanted to get that out and now it can relate not just be random info. SOOO LOOONG! DX