*Important!

[Kari Twilight Mist requested to have this part of the note taken down, so I have, to be cautious. If you'd like to know what's going on, PM me.]

And since it's against fanfiction's rules to have an author's note as a chapter, I present to you the possibly-last chapter of Looseleaf.

This is dedicated to you, retards of the LU. Take it, bitches.

Looseleaf

CXIV. Retard

Very loud sobs echoed throughout the empty apartment of two certain Ms. Mello came in the bedroom to see Matt curled up on the floor crying his eyes out.

Concerned, Mello knelt down next to him. "Matt? What's up?" There was something about the redhead's sobs that seemed to say that this wasn't something stupid.

"I-it's that stupid RU!" Matt said through tears. "T-they're t-taking down all of the g-game sites be-because they think they're n-not rated properly!" At this, the gamer cried louder. "It's not fair! What am I supposed to do when I'm bored?"

"Matt..." Mello honestly didn't know what to do. So he chose to ask, "What's the RU?"

"The Retard Union," Matt sniffled. "They go around reporting games that they think are breaking the rules of the game sites they're in. But now it's even worse, because they've got this machine called BlueBootoon that goes around reporting it for them. And they don't even check it, they just take it down!"

"BlueBootoon?" Mello echoed.

"Yeah." Matt rubbed his eyes. "They even spelled button wrong."

Mello thought for some time. He thought of how gaming was everything to Matt, how it was his only way to escape reality... "Matty, you still have me," the blond said softly. "I'll wait this whole shit out with you, even if I'd never appreciated your game-obsession."

Matt looked up at him with doubtful eyes. "You will?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." Mello nodded. "But first...go get me some German chocolates."

"German?" Matt complained. "They cost, like, fifty bucks a bar!"

Mello blinked. "I'm waiting this stupid ordeal out with you, so don't you be complaining when I tell you to get me a goddamn chocolate bar," he said with an eerie calm.

"...Do we get to have sex afterwards?" Matt said hopefully.

Mello smirked. "If you get it within fifteen minutes."

Matt was out of the door before he even finished saying it.

The aforementioned site is: civilinitiative (dot) blogspot (dot) com/2010/08/redbotton-issue-and-what-it-means-for (dot) html

I'll see everyone again hopefully soon enough.

.Atreyl