Okay, I have new plans for this thing and it will be longer. Like at the most 40 chapters. Please review and stuff! On all my things D Oh yeah, I didn't keep up on birthdays for them, but in previous chapters Mello turned 12 and Matt turned ten. How weird is that? Oh well, just bear with me.
I do not own Death Note or have anything to do with it!
Almost a year had past and it was nothing out of the ordinary, at least to them it wasn't. Mello had turned eleven and Matt turned ten shortly after, expecting to feel more mature and stronger, but only to realize that the big 1-0 was just a lie. He didn't feel any different, than the previous days. Near and Mello still fought, but not as much as they used to and Matt earned the name of the 'Peace-keeper.' Near was still on top, Mello second (much to his dismay) and Matt was still happily third. The only difference was that, as if automatically after his birthday, Mello was more…eager.
He noticed this three days after Mello's birthday. It was at least one in the morning and he and Matt were still up, Mello reading his friend a book that was supposed to be finished the moment class started.
"And as he rushed down the hill like land, he could almost hear colorful voices calling out his name. Or maybe it was just an echo." Matt rubbed his eye and looked up at Mello. "Thanks Mel…don't know why, but that 'Keeper' book always makes me nervous. The words are all tiny and I hate to read it." Mello playfully smacked his friend in the head with his book along with tussling the red locks. "No prob. But I only do this once because if you can't read this by yourself, you'll definitely fall behind third." He gave a kiss to Matt's pink cheek. "And I don't want that."
Matt nodded and stretched as he reluctantly sat up to change his pajamas. "Why do they make us read this anyway? It's easy to understand and everything but…" Mello picked up where his friend left off. "But you're bugged by the sudden change in plot? Is that it?"
"Kinda-sorta." Matt grabbed his over-night shirt that reached his knees and sat down on his bed, shorts forgotten along with his stripped shirt. Mello didn't know if he liked the over nightshirt or not. "Matt? Would it kill you to get an actual pair of pajamas?" so-said looked to his friend as he pulled his shirt lower to his legs, blushing. "Well…they're all uncomfortable and…you told me you didn't mind them a few days ago, right?" The blond nodded as he got cozy in his bed, a strange empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what it exactly was, but something caused his to ask, "Matt, you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" Matt looked up from his pillow and over to his friend. "Why? Are you sure?"
"Yes, it's okay. Just get over here." Matt did so. When he got comfy under the covers, he pressed up innocently against Mello, making the feeling in his stomach grow. It felt strange but…good. It was almost the same feeling a year ago on that night Mello finally touched Matt. He knew the solution. Mello looked over to the redhead, his breathing steady and his face not flushed anymore. He actually looked…relaxed. It was so unlike him.
Slowly, Mello snaked his thin hand up the younger boys shirt, caressing the almost porcelain skin gently, making Matt gasped and shoot his eyes open. "Uhg…Mell-o…wha-ah!" He yelped a bit when his friend brushed his bud, again and again. It was driving him crazy and soon he had the same feeling that Mello had. But it scared him more. His mind was going back and forth as he thought about how to describe the feeling, but tried to pay attention to Mello's actions.
It was almost torture.
His full attention was on Mello as he felt a hand on his…area. Matt made a muffled noise and put his tiny hands against Mello' chest, trying to push him away. "Me-Mello…ah! D-don't touch me…there. Ah…" Mello ignored his friends plead, and started stroking the area and Matt wanted to yell. It felt weird!!
"Mello! I told you to stop!" and he stopped. But not happily.
"What? I thought you liked it…" he said grouchily. Matt frowned and tried to cool down by getting over the covers. "No, the chest and everything was fine but…it was strange to be…" Mello understood right away and turned away from his friend. "You're right. Sorry."
And not another word was spoken that night.
Mat didn't know why, but he could feel a little tension between him and his friend ever since that night. Like Mello was mature and he himself was still a child. He couldn't help but hate himself a bit for telling Mello to stop.
"Hey Matt! The guys asked me to join them in soccer. Said they actually needed two people. Wanna be on my team?" Matt looked up to face the blond and admired his graceful features while deciding. "Will they hit me?" Mello laughed at the ridiculous question, but stopped himself when he realized Matt was dead serious. "Don't worry Matt, if you get hit, those bastards will pay." Matt nodded and agreed to play.
They stood outside in the burning sun as it beat down on them, waiting for the teams to be final. Mello already made it clear that Matt stayed with him, no matter what.
"Okay, ready…and…" it started. Mello immediately rushed forward to a boy named Russert, who was the one in possession of the ball. Mello pushed through every one of the boys and snatched the ball before anyone could notice that Russert didn't have anything at his feet. Matt stood in the same place timidly, watching al the boys run after Mello and placing themselves in different spots. "Hey Matt! Stand right here!" some boy with orange hair yelled, signaling to a place close to the goalie. Matt did so, not knowing that the boy was on the opposing team. As soon as he placed himself there, his head came into contact with a rubbery, yet hard, soccer ball, and he immediately dropped to the grassy ground. The opposing team cheered as the ball flew away from the goal, but Mello was furious.
Making his way over to Matt, he met eye level to the redhead only to see that he was silently sobbing, a touch of blood on his forehead. The sight of blood and tears on the redheads' face, that wasn't caused by him, made Mello snap.
"Okay you pussies, who did this?!" all activity outside stopped and there was no answer. "I asked you…WHO TOLD HIM TO MOVE!?" All boys pointed to the orange haired boy who was probably the same age as Mello. Quickly, the boy looked away and started to step back. Mello patted his friend softly on the head and walked toward the 'criminal'. "You. Do not. Mess. With my dog." And as the boy stood quivering in fear, he took a taste of his own medicine when he felt a strong fist collide with his forehead.
"There. Now I'll be leaving." And the blond helped Matt stand up, then both walked inside up to their cozy room, leaving the orange haired boy hurt and crying like a five year old.
"Thank you M-Mello…" Matt said. They had just gotten up to their room and his head was wet and bandaged, thanks to Mello who had a first aid kit.
"It's no problem AT ALL. I told you that I would beat the bastard who harmed you…and I did." Both laid down in bed together and Matt quietly said, "You know you'll get in trouble for this."
Mello smiled sweetly and gave a kiss to the redheads bandage. "I know. But it's worth it."
Then they heard a harsh knock on the door.
This was a very short chapter, but believe it or not, it's VERY important to the next three or five chapters, so yay!!
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