A/n: The next installment. This story will just be Wammy's, I think. I'm not coming up with much more to make it into a full fledged story, so I'll just continue on, and make it an AU about Wammy's. Unless someone has an idea for me, I started this fan fiction with some hope it would form itself like my story Confused?, however nothing is coming to mind and it's hit a sort of dead end. So for now it'll just be a bunch of one shots strung together in an almost plot-like manner. They will range in length, from drabbles to full fledged chapters. '?' marks the switching between Mello and Matt's perspective.
Matt stared at his hand and wondered what he was going to do. If Mello found out, he would never be able to play video games again. Partly because Mello wouldn't allow him, and partly because Mello was going to kill him, he whimpered slightly as the hydrogen peroxide ate away at the dried blood on his hand. The wound on his hand sizzled and hissed until the chemical stopped reacting. Matt washed it off and bandaged it. He adjusted his goggles, trying to think of a way to hide the mark on his hands. His eyes fell onto a pair of gloves, and he quickly pulled them on. "Mattie, where are you?" His head whipped towards the sound. Mello was back. He looked back at his gloved hands and sighed; he'd finished just in time. "Mattie!" he groaned at the nickname, but answered nonetheless.
"I'm in the bathroom Mells, give me a second and I'll be out!" he called, hiding the hydrogen peroxide back in it's corner, hoping Mello didn't noticed he'd used it. Without thinking, he grabbed the door handle with his injured hand, "Fuck" he stumbled out holding his hand and came face to face with a puzzled looking blonde.
"You okay, Mattie?"
"I've told you before not to call me that, and I'm fine." In all reality, Matt was everything but fine. The previous night, he'd gotten into a Mario Party battle with one of the other orphans, and after playing some of the mini games, he'd burned a hole in his hand from the friction. (1) His hand itched in remembrance of the victory as he tried to hide his guilt from Mello. The blonde circled him slowly. A vulture to his prey, but coming up with not even a remotely guilty expression, he moved away to get a chocolate bar.
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"If you're sure, Mattie; sometimes you worry me. I'm going to study; you do what you do best, alright?" Mello said, wandering over to his side of the room. His senses still told him that Matt was hiding something, but Mello wouldn't find out until Matt screwed up— which he always did. It was only a matter of time before Mello found out. The blonde sighed and pulled out his history book, opening the old pages to World War Two, and studying up on the specifics to the invasion of Normandy. He soon heard the familiar beeping sounds of videogames and knew all had returned to semi-normal. The only out of the ordinary thing was the occasional hiss of pain from Matt. A thin eyebrow rose on Mello's face, but he let it go nonetheless. He already suspected that Matt was injured, no doubt from those video games he so dearly cherished. However, he couldn't prove anything until he had hard evidence.
Once dinner rolled around, Mello began to worry. Matt hadn't taken off his gloves all day long. It wasn't unusual for Matt to wear gloves inside, but generally when he went to the bathroom, or ate dinner he would take them off. Mello raised his eyebrow again, studying Matt carefully. He watched the red-head tense up. Mello continued to watch as Matt wrung his hands together, before picking his fork back up and continuing to eat. Mello made a mental note to ask Matt about his weird behavior later. He silently picked up his plate, brought it to the kitchen and waited for Matt to go back to their shared room. Once they both got back, Mello decided it was time to figure out what was wrong with Matt. "Matt, take off your glove and show me your hand." Mello said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. As expected, Matt jumped at the order and hesitated to oblige.
"Why?" He asked, his hand twitching slightly. Mello gave Matt the "because I said so" look, and slowly the goggled boy pulled off his glove and held his hand palm up towards Mello. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared to him. "See, nothing weird." Matt said, flipping his hand back and forth to show both sides of it. Mello smirked.
"Now the other one."
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Matt hesitated again. Mello defiantly knew that something was up. Otherwise he wouldn't be asking. What did Mello care about his hands anyway? Slowly, he pulled off his glove and held his injured hand up for Mello to see. "What is that from?" Mello's voice was calm, and Matt flinched a little. The way to tell if Mello was mad? When his voice was calm.
"Umm, I was playing Mario Party?" Matt said, unsure if he should really be telling the truth. Mello sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"You injured yourself playing videogames? How is that even possible?" Mello asked, waving his arms in exaggeration. Matt gave a small chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand.
"Well, you see, I was playing Bowser's tug –o-war and the friction became too much, and burned my skin." Matt said lamely, his voice trailing to almost nothing in the end. Mello stared at him in disbelief. Matt pulled his gloves back on, waiting for the rant that was sure to come. Earlier, he had safely hidden Mario Party away so that if the blonde did find out he wouldn't be able to take the game.
"I can't believe you did that! Now you are going to have to…." Matt stared hard at Mello as he ranted, for almost twenty minutes Matt was sure Mello hadn't even breathed. Slowly the speech dwindled and Mello looked down on Matt expectantly. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"One good thing came out of this experience?" Matt said, again his voice questioning whether or not he should be voicing his opinion.
"And what, pray tell, would that be?"
"I beat the game." Matt said, his smile brightening at the memory of his victory. Mello gave one final look to Matt and walked away without saying anything. He'd learned long ago, sometimes it was better to just leave Matt and his gaming alone.
1: If any of you don't believe this, it is possible. I have a scar on my hand right now in fact from this. It hurts like a bitch, but it was worth it because I won the mini games. I've done it multiple times. I know, I know, it's not worth it. (Except it totally was.)
A/n: Blarg. End of this chapter. Sorry this took so long. The Forensics season was more complicated then I thought it was going to be. However, I made it to state with my public address. Two twenty fours and a twenty three (for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, those scores are good).
