Chapter Five: Super Matt Boy and Bandage Mello

I apologize so much for the lack of updates lately! I have been really brain-dead, my grades are actually back to being quiiiiite sucky, and I've been reading smut fics like a mad horny teenager, (which may or may not be the truth). I have two chapters actually done, so that's all good. Also, been looking to write a sexy one-shot, yet lost on plot. (Yet in all honesty does smut need plot?) Anyone who has a request message me or something. ;3

Anyway! Enjoy peeps!

(Written whilst listening to Kesha. Yes. Kesha.)

I also apologize for my stupid chapter names. XD; I like to get the point across that I am Matt and he is me, for we are both the biggest videogame-hipster-geeks in the entire world.

I was completely prepared for what was about to come. I had mixed the paint, gotten it out with rollers and paintbrushes, and had plastic lining the wood floor. I had changed into his rattiest clothes for the occasion, (a t-shirt from a Tool concert about five years ago and ripped, tattered jeans).

Mello didn't have quite such terrible clothes however; and so I had resorted to dressing Mello in my own clothes. A long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that was worn as a dress of sorts.

"A'wright Daddy! We gonna's paint?" Mello chimed, grinning as much as possible.

"Yep..." I mumbled, brushing a few strand bits of hair behind my ear, "Let me show you how to do it first, alright?"

I heard Mello make a small 'kay!' in reply, watching with huge eyes as I, (feeling quite embarrassed) bent down and picked up the dripping paint roller.

"You just...have to be careful and gentle about it..." I mumbled, rolling the light blue paint on the walls, "and be careful nothing drips,"

"Oooh..." he watched in awe as a small space of his wall was transformed from stark white to a brilliant blue color. I sighed with a small smile before leaning down, handing the paint roller out for Mello.

"Now you try,"

The small child looked at the paint roller for a moment, then back to me, then slowly took it from me. He kneeled down, making sure he got every inch of the roller covered in paint, and stood up with a smile. The paint was applied to the wall, and he seemed more excited then necessary.

"I did it! Daddy! It 'wooks so cool~!"

"Yup," I smiled slightly, rustling my hand through Mello's yellow locks. He grinned up at me, and I felt a strange sense of joy rise up in me. Mello was so cute. No, not like that, I didn't have some sort of fucking perversion...but I had grown attached to the little guy. "Let's get this room painted m'kay?"

"'Kay~!" Mello said loudly, taking his paint roller and dipping it in another round of light blue paint.

We had gotten about half of the room completed when I heard a familiar tone in my pants pocket. I was quite surprised, seeing as there were little spills on our clothes and on the plastic below us. Yet upon hearing Sephiroth's theme, I picked up my phone and gasped. It was her.

"Mello! Mellomellomellomello I'll be right back!"

I ran out of the room as fast as I could and grinned, my heart thudding in my chest. With anxiety, I picked up the phone and held it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Matt! It's Diane,"

"Right right! How are you," my heart was in my throat, and I hoped it wasn't obvious.

"I'm doing just fine," she sounded gorgeous (if that was possible) "You?"

"Well y'know...painting my kid's room..."

"Sounds fun," I could hear her smile, "I just wanted to make sure our plans were finalized for tomorrow..."

"Oh! Right, um..." I took a pause as if I had to think about it, "Seven 'o clock at my place? Should I pick you up or..."

"No no I'll just come over, you're probably busy, right?" God she was so thoughtful, "If that's ok..."

"Yeah, sure! I um-"

There was a clang behind me. Loud. Extremely loud. There also was a small 'uh oh'. Muttering a quick 'I gotta go! Sorry, talk to you later' I ran off behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I prayed that Mello wasn't hurt. What could have happened? He could have fallen and hurt himself, could have fallen out of the window-!

I was surprised to see that it wasn't so. In fact, it seemed like that wasn't the case whatsoever.

"Daddy..." he began, looking down at the floor, "I'm so'wee..."

I approached the scene slowly, making sure not to step in the mess. There lie the paint bucket, on its side and spilling its contents past the confines of the plastic and onto the freshly cleaned wood floors. I avoided the paint, and made my way to Mello.

He was nearly as messy as the rest of the room, his socks stained blue and his shirt covered in it. Matt needn't say anything to let Mello know he had done something wrong; the look in his eyes was enough.

"Daddy... Daddy I'm so'wee! Don't be mad!"

Yet I was mad. In fact, to put it bluntly, I was pissed. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have cared quite as much. Yet I had a date coming over the next day, and what would she think of me if she saw the huge ass stain on the carpet?

"Mello..." I'm sure my voice was laden with anger, for Mello backed up frightened, "What the fuck did you do?"

It took a moment for him to form words, but with time and an added glare baring into his skull he began to explain, "Was painting...a-and... I knocked o'ber 'da paint can... It was an accident! I didn't mean it! P'womise!"

Deep breath.

In, two three, out two three. I could get it cleaned. There was time. It was an accident. Mello was a kid. It. Was. Fine.

I stared at Mello, my gaze softening as I thought, and saw as frightful tears ran down his face.

"It's...fine..." I finally muttered, bending down and picking the paint can up, "Don't cry, ok? It was an accident... I'm not mad..."

"Y-yeah you are! You used a yucky word and was shaking wi'f anger and-"

I had picked him up in my arms, silencing him right away. He stopped mid sentence, and let his eyes meet my own.

"Mello..." I wiped away a tear, "I'm not mad, you've just gotta learn to be more careful, ok?"

"K-Kay..." he whimpered, rubbing at his eyes with balled-up fists, "P'womise y-you're not mad?"

"Promise," I smiled lightly, hiding any anger I did have in the dark places of my mind, and placed a small kiss to his head. He smiled in reply, and held his head to my chest.

"Want me to help c'wean?"

"N-No Mello, I can clean it up, it's fine," I had started to almost yell, the idea of Mello helping me with another job such as that sending fear down my spine, "Let's get YOU cleaned up first, then you can go watch TV. Ok?"

"Mmmmm..." he thought a moment, obviously down heartened by my turning down his offer, "'Kay..."

I held him in my arms to the bathroom, where I systematically stripped him of his paint drenched clothes and placed the small child in the bubbling bath water. Mello happily complied, having fun swimming about the shallow water with the bubbles foaming around his face. I sat on the toilet, watching Mello play as I calmed himself. I had an explosive temper at times, especially with kids. I had grown up around only kids, of whom were never quite nice to me. With few to call a friend I became angry, reclusive and fearful. I never grew out of it really...but I was on the recovery. It was something unexplainable, but Mello brought with him a sort of light. It was never blinding or too dim, yet I was always aware of it. The light made things in life brighter, one day at a time. The sky seemed a little bit bluer and the sun felt a little warmer now that the blonde was here with me.

Paternal feelings?

Mello raised himself out of the bath water, holding out his arms angrily. "Daaaaaddy... C'wean now...!"

Shaking myself out of a tired daze I answered him, draining the water out of the bath and retrieving a towel. I plucked Mello out of the water with the towel, drying off his thin form. He giggled as I dried off his...unmentionables, and smiled lightly the whole way through.

Once donning a fuzzy blue bathrobe (in elephant fauna) he gave me a small hug, before running off to watch another episode of My Little Pony.

It was there that I stand at the foot of the mess, staring down at the now half-dried paint covering the wood floors that I was brought back to reality.

I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed.

Fuck it.