Chinese
Part II. Mello
Mello had never liked Chinese restaurants. Specifically this one, that smelled too much like rice and plenty of other Asian foods mixed together. But he found himself absentmindedly sipping his Coke--at least their soda was decent-- and watching the back of a redhead's head through a barrier of glass that separated their booth. The redhead sighed again.
What's with him? Mello frowned, counting the sigh as the fourth. He snapped off a piece of his chocolate bar as he waited for the waiter to come back with the bill. Moments later, the waiter did come. Mello paid for his meal and stared at the fortune cookie that laid innocently on the table.
He never liked fortune cookies, either.
Damn things think they could predict my future, Mello growled silently. He didn't like to be predictable at all. He cracked open the cookie, nonetheless, and read the strip of paper contained.
Sometimes an indefinite leave of absence is for the best.
"I knew it," Mello muttered to himself, tearing the paper to shreds. He licked his lip in satisfaction as his gloved fingers tore and tore. I never meant to leave him, okay? It was for the best...like the fortune said. I had to do it. And no way I miss him. Then the smell of smoke invaded his nose and Mello's eye twitched. He looked up, finding that the redhead in front had begun smoking.
That guy had some nerve.
A man that looked like he was constipated waddled over to the redhead's table. Mello listened in amusement as man tried to convince the redhead not to smoke.
Finally, the constipated-looking-man gave up and said, "Please go outside, or we will be forced to call security on you."
Now would be his chance to escape, Mello thought, taking another bite of chocolate.
Mello suspected the redhead had found the same conclusion. "All right, all right." The redhead stood up to leave and was stopped by the constipated-man.
"Sir, you need to pay for your food," he said in an even tone.
"Hm, yes," the redhead said, reaching into his pocket, "let me get my--" Then Mello stifled laughter as the teenager suddenly bolted for the door. A little chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the striped-clad teen run into the sliding door.
"Sir!" the employee shouted, and began to stomp over to the redhead.
Mello smirked, balling up his chocolate wrapper and tossing it carelessly aside. He stood and strode over to the dramatic pair, where the redhead was screaming something about suing the man.
"Excuse me, let me pay for his bill," Mello said as polite as he could, putting a hand on the employee's shoulder. The employee nodded, taking one look at Mello's scar and leather. He accepted the wad of bills given to him and scurried off.
Mello sighed, grabbing Matt by the arm and ignoring the ranting redhead. "Goddammit, they can't do that! They can't manhandle me and get away with it. I'll sue them, and they'll be out of business and--"
"God," Mello said exasperatedly, stopping beside his motorcycle. He looked dully at Matt. "Do you have to attract attention wherever you go?"
Matt pouted before his eyes widened behind goggles. "M-Mello?"
Mello grinned his Cheshire grin. "The one and only."
So there's Mello's side of this story. The next part, the last part, will have both of them. And, correct, Matt and Mello recieved the same fortune. The third part will hopefully be up by tomorrow!
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