Mello's POV
"If you don't like what's in there, I can think up of some other games to play." I said suggestively, knowing that he would just brush me off. I tapped my fingers against my thighs as I watched him, an old habit that had never really gone away. I took a small bar of chocolate off the counter, humming softly to myself as I ate it. When I finished off my chocolate, I eyed it with a sad gaze. "Matty, get me some chocolate." I said, nudging him with my foot then lying down on the couch and stretching out so I took up most of it.
"What am I? Some slave here? You have legs, you can get it yourself. Besides, I don't know where your chocolate is in here." He answered with a shrug, sitting down on the floor and turning on the game system. I frowned at him, running my hand through his hair.
"Matty." I whined, digging my fingers into his scalp. "It's in the kitchen, and the kitchen is just behind this room." I said, pouting. I watched him play the game and sighed dramatically. "There are other things I'd like, but I'll only ask you for the chocolate. The offer to share my bed still stands." I added when he didn't get up. I smiled when he paused the game and stood up.
"Hold on." He said flatly and headed to the kitchen. He came a few moments later, dropping a chocolate bar on my stomach. "There, you can stop whining." His tone was annoyed, and he sat down without looking at me. I didn't thank him for it – I wasn't the type to thank anybody. "As for sleeping in your bed, I'm still thinking about it." He mumbled.
"Alright. Tell me some memories." I said with a soft sigh, not wanting to show my conflicting emotions about my memory loss. I wanted to keep Matt talking too. He had a very pleasant voice, and it calmed me down. I moved my hand to the hacker's shoulder, tapping a tune on it. I didn't understand what he saw in the game – it was boring and the only thing I liked about it was that it meant I could watch the gamer without seeming odd. Then again, I had already shown myself as odd to him. His fingers were pressing actively over the buttons, and I heard him sigh softly before he answered.
"Well, we used to play pranks together on this white haired kid named Near. I don't know if you remember him. You used to really hate him back then and make me do your dirty work. You'd make me play bad pranks on him to make his life a living hell, which ended up being really fun, actually. Even when it was wrong. You got us both into a lot of trouble for it." He shrugged and I smiled, almost being able to imagine that. "We would also go to this old abandoned shed we found in the woods and we kept prohibited things in there, like porn magazines, my cigarettes and other junk and stuff. There was a day you tried to teach me how to climb this huge tall tree that was near the shed. You climbed it well and wanted me to get me up there with you, but I fell and ended up skinning my knee when doing it. It hurt like a bitch and you actually looked scared when it happened, thinking I was going to die since my knee was bleeding all over the place. When it used to thunder really bad, I would ask you if I could sleep with you in your bed because I didn't like being alone in bed when it was thundering loudly. You teased me like hell for it, but you always moved over for me too. You said I made this puppy face that made it difficult for you to say no to." I could see a smile on his face by the time he finished, and I laughed – a proper laugh, not mean or rude for once. I could almost remember my past, and it hurt. I hadn't felt the pain in a long time, and I didn't like it at all. I had thought I had gotten over it, that I hadn't missed out on anything by not being able to remember, so why did it hurt so much now? Was it because Matt was telling me, and I was realising I couldn't remember my childhood? I stared up at the ceiling, the chocolate suddenly tasting dull in my mouth.
"Tell me more. What was I like?" I asked, hating that I had to ask Matt about how I was like as a child. I wanted to remember everything from back then, instead of the memories I had. I'd love to trade the memory of my first kill to the one of Matt's puppy eyes. "Show me the eyes, Matty." I said, a bit of sadness and anger in my tone, although I tried to hide it. I hadn't realised it had come out when I had spoken, and now I regretted showing him my weakness.
"... Well I can't just do it, you know. It's a natural thing. I don't even know that I do it, to be honest. You just said that I do it when I get sad or something." He shrugged and paused, and I waited for him to continue. "As for what you were like, you were pretty much the same. Though maybe just a little more innocent. You weren't kidnapping people, after all." I smirked, the pain slowly fading away. I sat up, putting a leg on both sides of Matt.
"Kidnapping people isn't that big a deal. We do it often." I said, eating my way through the chocolate bar. "You know what? I'm tired, and I haven't had enough sleep lately. Where will you be sleeping?" I asked, mostly wanting to know whether I would be sleeping naked that night. I usually did, but if Matt was going to be in my bed, I would put some pants on. I didn't want to freak him out. I stood up and stepped over Matt, watching him rather than the video game, as I had been doing the whole time. He continued to play, glancing up at me.
He let out a groan lightly and sighed. "Do you need to know now? I'm still thinking." He said, mumbling the last part then turning his focus back to the TV. "Actually, you can just go on to bed. If I make the decision to sleep in your bed then I'll slip in quietly and won't disturb you, alright? Hopefully you don't sleep wild and take up the whole bed..." He murmured the last part to himself, and I rolled my eyes, not having enough patience to deal with that.
"Yes, I do want to know now. And no, I don't take up the whole bed. If you are going to sleep with me, I need to do some stuff. Grab a pillow, blanket, and other stuff. Put chocolate wrappers in the bin." I said, going back to run my fingers through Matt's hair. I didn't like staying still, and I enjoyed messing around with his hair. "Besides, you'll wake me up when you trip over the clothes I leave on the floor. I'll turn off the video game unless you tell me." I said stubbornly, flicking him lightly in the head.
"Alriiiight. I'll sleep in the bed. There, you got your answer." He said, letting out a soft sigh. "Now go to sleep so I can finally game in peace and quiet." He now tried to shove me away with his elbow.
I laughed, giving his hair one last ruffle. I then crouched down and said, "Sweet dreams, Matty," after which I softly pressed my lips to the gamer's cheek, then stood up with a smirk on my face. I grinned at the blush and embarrassed smile that appeared on his, and I left. I heard him mutter something softly, and I had a feeling he was starting to regret his decision. That only made me more confident.