An SPK Christmas. Chapter Five

I must be on some retarded roll with strange sauce... I dunno what happened. But mom went to sleep by the time I put chappy 4 up, so I'm on 5 now! Yay!

Enjoy!

That Wonderful Time of Year Again

by Darkness Princess

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The Great Dilemma

Hal sat and watched Matt play his video game. He was grossly immersed in the morbid activity of slaughtering make-believe people, but if it brought him joy, she wasn't going to question it. Her main curiosity lay in Mello's relationship with Matt. They were just friends, she was sure, since she doubted Mello wasn't straight. But when it came to blondes with feminine haircuts - she had seen the picture of the young, girly-looking Mello - it made her wonder. Surely, all that tight leather didn't mean anything... it could just say he was kinky.

She wasn't sure. And anything, what would he see in Matt? The boy had obviously tuned out reality, not wanting food, sleep, or even bathroom priviledges, so long as he played with his video game. He wasn't even smoking, but rather, chewing on the headphone's wires, and mashing buttons.

"Think he gets hungry?" Rester wondered aloud.

"He has to eventually," Near responded. "It doesn't seem like he's eaten. He smokes more when he eats, but right now, he's chewing on things."

Rester and Hal looked at him, then at each other. That was odd, but logical. They began to wonder if he had eaten. Rester leaned forward and whispered to Hal, "Does he eat?" And she could only shrug.

Near missed their inquiry, as he played with his toy. A few minutes passed before Matt's cell phone rang on the desk. Near took it and answered. "Hello, Mello."

"Hello. Keep Matt for me for a few days, okay?"

Near's eyes widened. "You're not going to come pick him up?" That might have been a bluff, from Mello deciding his friend wasn't worth coming after only to sneak out and get him, or Mello truly didn't want to come. Near was certain it was the first one.

"Keep him. I'll get him on the twenty-ninth."

"But that's after Christmas, Mello. We won't feed him..."

Mello laughed. "Go for it, Matt doesn't like food much. He eats wires and rubber coating, like he is right now."

Near looked around quickly. Matt did sit in the room near the window, meaning, he could be seen from anyone as high up as they were. Lidner moved to the window and peered out, to the building across the street. She couldn't see anyone, and she frowned, shaking her head.

"Mello, please, just come," Near urged once more.

Mello laughed again. "Bye, Near." He hung up.

Near sighed and turned to Hal. "You were with him earlier. Find him."

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Mello had gone back to Matt's apartment, where he sat on the couch, irritated with what rested on the fabric beside him. A few boxes, some bright ribbon, and this odd thing called wrapping paper. Sure that Matt hadn't given away any details, he was on his way to making his surprise. Hal told him what Near had gotten Matt for Christmas, and Matt always chewed on wire when he played his video games. High chance was that Matt was chewing and killing.

That was all great. Except...

This. Damn wrapping paper! He knew he couldn't wrap a present to save his life. Back at the orphanage, Roger taught him the fine art of Tissue Paper and Fancy Bags, but the only thing the store had left was wrapping paper. And one roll of tape. He already had scissors.

He wasn't sure what he needed to do.

Linda had given that one really idiotic demonstration, and he didn't pay attention... One step away from wrapping these thing in plastic bags, when he had an idea. Who said they had to be neat? Cutting out a rather large square, he placed in a box, then wrapped it around to surround it. He then circled the tape around a circle and left the top to poof. Using the ribbons, he wrapped them around and made a large bow.

First one didn't look too shabby. By the time he finished, he felt, strangely, happier.

Of course, not happy enough to meet up with Near, but, well...

He threw the presents into a red bag and grabbed his coat, tugging the hood over his head. This was rather irritating; now he'd have to carry something on the motorcycle. It already irritated him, but he couldn't do anything about that now. With a soft sigh, he made his way to the bike.

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So Mello knew the location. Matt was still occupied, moved somewhat simply to a different room to continue playing without being a distraction. Actual outside security of the building was relaxed, as Gevani was away and Hal sat inside with Near and Rester. She was currently keeping an eye on Matt, who now and then looked up to show her something. Just like a kid, and right now, Hal was playing Resident Mello, minus the "dumbass" and the "that's so fake, go do something else" comments.

Near sighed and lifted a knee, reaching for his train set. He hadn't hooked it up, but he planned on laying out the tracks around the headquarters.

Gevani's signal on the screen beeped. The subject had been spotted, and now lay in his custody, he said, giving a thumbs up to the screen.

It took him only fifteen minutes to drag in the unconscious figure.

Near almost jumped for joy.

Until he realized...

"Gevani, that's not him!"

.fiveEND.

Yes... yes, I know I'm mental. And there is your chapter five! It's shorter than the others mainly because I might finish on seven instead of six. But who knows. It just depends on how long I feel like writing.

I hope this isn't too horrible.

:Darkness Princess. I like sugar...