What if Light never picked up the Death Note? What if Matt and Mello grew up together and didn't have to die? What if...they were just any other normal gay couple? 8D
Looseleaf
CXXXVI. Therapy
"There, that wasn't so bad," Mello breathed, flexing and unflexing his arms on the steering wheel. He took another deep breath before beginning to reverse the Camaro out of the therapist's office's parking lot.
Matt mumbled something incoherent in reply, childishly pouting and turning to look out the window.
"Matt?" Mello glanced to the side. "Matty?" His hand found Matt's gloved one and he squeezed once. "You okay?"
"No," was the short, snippy reply.
Mello sighed. "Mail," he began, "I know that we did something that we'd never thought in a hundred years we'd actually do, but it's not going to help if you're going to act like a child."
"And it doesn't help that you're acting like my mom," Matt put in, still not looking at the blond.
"Matt." Here, Mello veered the car off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. He turned in his seat, the leather creaking, and looked at Matt. "Tell me what's wrong?"
Matt tried to keep himself busy by counting how many bees flew past. "We don't need to go to couples therapy," he murmured. "People with relationship problems do that. We don't have problems. Our affair consists of me slacking off all day while you do practically everything else. Tell that to anyone, and they'd say that it's unhealthy. But you know what? Fuck them. I'm just fine with the way we are." His cheek's turned a slight hue of pink in mortification of his little speech.
"But we're fighting a lot," Mello said quietly.
"Because I won't haul my lazy ass up and go get the groceries." Matt finally twisted around to look at him. "Face it, Mels, we don't have any serious arguments. Most of them are pretty...immature."
Mello leaned back in his seat, exhaling slowly. "We just wasted one hundred dollar's," he breathed. "This is your fault, Matt."
"What!"
"You let me do it; therefore making you guilty."
"It's not like I'm going to be there to restrain you your whole life."
Mello arched an eyebrow. "Are you implying that there's a possibility that we may break up?"
"No!" Matt said quickly. "I mean, god, I wouldn't even dream of it..."
"Hell yeah," Mello said grumpily.
"...Besides, I already had our dream house planned out..."
"Dream house?"
"...And I already bought our engagement rings..."
"Engage- What?" Mello choked, sitting up abruptly and staring at Matt with wild eyes.
Matt gave a half-hearted frown. "What? Are you really surprised?" But he was blushing too. "I mean, we copulate enough times in a day to produce over a hundred babies-if you were a woman, of course."
Mello smacked him. "A woman!" he said indignantly.
Matt surprised him by suddenly leaning forward and catching his lips in a kiss. It lasted for five seconds, Matt pulling away first. He leaned his forehead against his counterpart's, and stared into bright cerulean eyes. "Shut up and say yes already."