Jigsaw

Chapter 2

"So Mello Yellow, what we doin' today?" the goggled redhead folded his hands behind his head.

"I'm going to the library."

The cheery boy stared at his blond buddy in disbelief. "Ewww. What for?"

"Research."

"Can I come?" That was typical of the happy-go-lucky redhead, to follow Mello relentlessly, no matter where he may go.

"You just said 'Ewww'."

"And? I'm bored." Matt shrugged. "And what better way to kill boredom than to hang with your best friend?" he stated, then tackled Mello from behind, throwing an arm around the blond's neck. "Sooo, what we researchin'?"

Mello cut an icy glare at the jovial redhead as he stumbled forward, trying to balance both of their weights. Matt just continued beaming at the blond, waiting for a reply.

"Not telling." He removed Matt's arm from around his shoulders and started picking up his pace.

"Wha-? Why not!?"

Mello just continued walking silently, trying to avoid Matt's inquiry. He couldn't possibly tell that boisterous redhead, nor could he tell anyone else. People might talk, and nasty rumors would spread, and that was something the hot-headed blond just couldn't have.

Matt's pace was beginning to match Mello's, and the redhead was now striding in step with him. Mello started treading faster.

"Huh? Mello!" Matt ran to catch up with Mello and his "super human" speed walking. He grabbed the blond's black sleeve upon catching up to halt him. "Mello! What's the big deal?! Why can't you tell me!"

Apparently, Matt wasn't going to let this go. Maybe he could just leave out some of the... "minor" details.

"I... started a new game with Near, and I'm researching tactics to beat him."

Matt ears perked up as he snapped into attention. "New game? Tell me more Mello Yellow! Can I play?"

"No, and No."

"Melllllloooooooooooo!"

"Matt..."

"PLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?"

God, Mello really didn't feel like entertaining Matt's quizzical self today. "... Fine, but you still can't play. Strictly rivalry stuff."

"Woo-Ho-" Mello slapped a hand over the redhead's pie hole.

"Shhhhh! Stop being so loud, dumbass!" Matt looked up at the blond that hung over him, watching as he saw his eyes narrow, shifting side to side. "And I can't tell you here."

Matt grimaced as a pout tugged at his lips, curving against Mello's palm. He grabbed Mello's wrist and yanked it from his arm. "Why not?" He gasped lightly. "What are you being all ultra secretive?" God, Matt asked a lot of question, especially the ones better left un answered.

"Look, do you want to come along or not?"

"I DO!"

"Then shut up and do as I say!"

Matt silently responded, giving him a big thumbs-up and an equally large grin.

The two wayward boys trekked to the most vacant and unused multi-purpose library in the entire Wammy estate, where old and extra duplicated books were stored, which took a good minute to get to on foot.

Once there, Mello separated from Matt as the goggled redhead skipped to one of the many computer stations and loaded up some random shoot-'em-up game, becoming completely engrossed in the massive bloodshed and exploding vehicles in a matter of seconds. Lucky for Mello, this meant that the redhead would be too distracted to develop an interest in his "research", but Mello didn't have a clue where to start. There was a vast sea of expansive knowledge that could benefit him in winning his game with his stoic rival. He kind of doubted that there would be any books in any of the lavish libraries on "techniques" or, dare he say it, "homosexual relations"... Homosexual... that word, upon using it to describe his plans on breaking the passive, pallid-haired child, he realized his loathed it, had utter disdain for it. Any book source he could find would probably use every excuse to use that abhorrent word coined by society in as many sentences as possible, just to smite the reader of the text. In his mind, he labeled that word as taboo and cursed it to the bowels of hell. He then decided to use an internet source, a lesser chance of seeing that hideous word.

He was just about to pull out a seat from a computer station, but decided against it, favoring another computer on the far end of the library and away from redhead.

After relocating to a computer with the desired solitude, the blond's nimble fingers went to work, furiously smashing keys and typing the first search engine that came to mind after opening and internet window.

He watched the screen load up, noting the ugly speckled dog and the search bar next to it.

"H-ow-to-h-ave-se-x-wi-th-a-b-oy..." he muttered aloud as he typed his inquiry.

"Fetch bitch!" he snorted quietly at the ugly dog on the screen. When it cam back with the search results, Mello was NOT pleased. He sneered as he read the titles and synopsis of the first five web links; most of them talking something about pregnancy, and one mentioning something about "sexing your rabbits".

"Fuck you Dogpile!" Mello grunted at the monitor before typing in another search engine in the address bar.

Next, he re-entered his topic for search in the search bar at another website. It was then he realized that his search was too ambiguous.

"How-a-boy-h-as-s-ex-wit-h-a-bo-y..." He typed next, hoping to narrow down his results, then hitting the "Google Search" button.

Unfortunately, the results were pretty much the same as the last ones, aggravating the blond further.

"BASTARD INTERNET! This is getting me NOWHERE!" He raved at the innocent luminescent computer monitor. The only way to get decent results for his "research" was probably to type that condescending abomination of a word...

"Meeellllooooo? What's wrong?" he froze as the voice of the simple-minded redhead resounded throughout the empty library's entirety.

"Nothing!" the frustrated blond called back, making haste to close down the internet. He wasn't THAT desperate as to do something so demeaning just to beat Near.

"Did you find what you're looking for?" he heard Matt call back, but in a voice that echoed of the listening wall less, which meant he was getting closer to him.

"No. Damn internet wasn't useful."

Suddenly, the goggled redhead appeared from between a towering isle of oak bookshelves, fiddling with his orange-tinted, plastic goggles.

"See? I coulda helped you, but you were so bent on being all secretive and crap." Matt pouted. "So, do you want my help nooooowww?"

"I'll ask for your help when I need it." Mello folded his arms across his chest, sighing exasperatedly. "Besides, you ran off and started playing games. I couldn't ask you for help even if I wanted to."

Matt just ignored the last half of Mello's sentiment. "Then hurry up and need me..." the redhead whimpered in a somewhat cloy-sounding voice as his eyes grew large and glass enough to see their maroon hue. "I want to be helpful to Mello..."

Mello just glared at the boy, not dumbstruck, but still slightly fazed. "Idiot, you not cute."

Matt frown instantaneously, his cheeks tinting a light rose. "You're the idiot, meanie! I'm NOT trying to be cute! Who here would I want to be cute for!?!"

"Then what the hell were you doing just now?!" the blond questioned, yanking a bar of chocolate pent in his pocket, stripping off the silver wrapping. "Being 'cute' isn't gonna suddenly make me need you help."

"I-I JUST SAID I WASN'T TRYING TO BE CUTE!" Matt wailed as his face flushed more from embarrassment or angry, he didn't know which.

"Meh, whatever helps you sleep at night..." Mello started walking out of the library, his hand raising to catch the light switch on his way out. "...Mail."

"HEY!"

The blond smirked into his chocolate. "What?"

"Don't 'What?' me! You said my name out loud!"

"As if there's anyone around..."

Matt huffed. "Someone could still hear with as load as your are..." he trotted as he tried to catch up with the munching blond threatening to abandon him. "...Mihael."

Mello whipped around at breakneck speed, startling the redhead. "What the hell did you say?!"

Matt beamed a mischievous grin at the fuming blond. "Miheal, Miheal, Miiihheaaall!"

"Fuck, Matt! Shut up!" the blond roared, charging at the singing redhead like a mad bull. Matt "eep"ed and took off in a gallop as Mello chased steadily after him, Matt giggling wildly all the way.

"God... Matt... I... fuckin... hate you..."

After chasing and being chased, the two boys had eventually wound up in their room again, simply because Matt thought it would be a good place, but it really wasn't since they share a room.

Although tired, the redhead couldn't help but respond to Mello's sentiment. "...No... you don't..." then he dragged his heavy body off of his green and red sheeted bed and cuddled up next to Mello on his. "You... actually love me... a lot..."

"Like... hell I do..." Mello hissed at the boy, cursing the fact that he was too out of breath to get up and do something about it.

"Aww, don't... sound like that Mello Yellow..." Matt cuddled closer to Mello's sleeve-draped arm. "I promise I won't reject yooou."

"Shut up Matt. I feel like sleeping..."

"Do I have to move?" he whispered, as to not further disturb the blond.

"If you'd shut up, then no." Mello yawn, letting his eyes slip closed.

Matt made the motion of zipping his lips, lidding his own maroon orbs and matching his breathing with the napping boy's. He fell into a light slumber with a little grin plaster on his face.