Authors note: Sorry for not updating but here is the new chapter. I've been dealing with end of the school year and now I have a job! Awww, yeah. But here is the new chapter. So feel free to read, review and enjoy. Also sorry about any mistakes because I don't have too much time to edit anymore.

Never belonged

Mello sat quietly staring down intensely at the edge of the bed. The red head had laid there for nearly an hour without moving and he wasn't too sure if he really wanted him to. It had been a week since the show in the middle of town and as much as Mello wanted to question him about it the more he couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't have everything planned out it was more that the red head actually had him worried about what he was actually capable of.

The red head that had returned to the castle had the same childish cute air that he had before they went into town. It was almost as if Mello could completely forget that it happened but that was probably what he wanted him to do. If he didn't mention anything now and he simply let it slide it would be as if the other were winning and no one was allowed to win but the Prince.

He glared deeply into space as the red head turned over slightly a green eye peeking from under the mop of hair. "What is it Master?" He questioned seriously noting that the blond's facial expression never changed even though it glided over him. "You've been quiet all day. Is there something the matter?" The ease that the boy said Master sent a chill up Mello's spine as he continued to watch the other. "Would you like to go to the garden? I'm sure Prince Near won't be there today."

Mello shook his head, "No I don't want to go to the garden." He said gruffly. "I want to talk to you."

"You are talking to me." He replied flatly as if Mello were speaking to the air around him. "You've been talking to me all day. I've been the only one here besides you."

Blue eyes narrowed, "You know what I'm talking about, Mail."

The boy turned the rest of the way over until he was lying on his back with one arm outstretched and the other thrown carelessly over his face. "Shoot then Prince, what do you want now?"

Mello leaned forward. He couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. It wasn't as if the red head really needed to hide himself anymore. Mello already knew the truth or at least enough of it that when they were alone Mail could be himself. Mello was actually interested in getting to know the real Mail and not the one he parades around as all day and night. "Last week you spoke about being in love with someone but you wouldn't tell me who it is. Is it my father?" He questioned seriously watching the red head's movements

Mail didn't move at first but then, minutes later he slowly pulled his arm away from his face. "What makes you think I'm in love with your father?" He questioned in a dead flat tone still. "I could be in love with you for all you know."

Mello paused. The notion ran through his mind a few times before he shook it off completely. His father's whore wouldn't be in love with him. If he were…well Mello didn't want to think about it. "You're not we never met before until you came here."

"Wrong." Mail's voice was light but serious. "We did meet before I came here."

The blond glared. That was no way to talk to a prince but he was interested he couldn't lie. If he reprimanded the boy now he certainly wouldn't tell more. There would be plenty of time to reprimand him later. "So you're in love with me?"

Mail raised an eyebrow, "You assume I'm in love with you now? You really are a pompous asshole." He smirked slightly a dark light filling his eyes that Mello found himself attracted to. "I said we met before and there was a possibility that you were the person that I am in love with but I never said it was you and I never said it was your father." His body seemed too relaxed for him to be lying so Mello took it.

"Then who?" He questioned in the hopes of an answer.

"Who indeed." He replied seriously the smirk still riding his lips. "Who could I possibly be in love with? Why does it matter to you? Do you want me to be in love with you?" He questioned seriously as a dark blush crept across Mello's tanned skin until he looked away. "I'll take that as a yes."

The red head sat up, loose strands of hair falling over his face as he crawled across the bed to sit in front of the blushing blond. Mello hesitated before looking at him. There was no way in hell that he wanted this kid to be in love with him. But if that were true why did he blush? Why did looking into those green abysses make him feel like they should only look at him? Was it because he wanted to take him away from his father? He paused, that had to be it. That was the only reason.

Slowly he leaned forward until he was close enough that Mello could see his eyes were flecked with gold. "I'll tell you this my prince. It's either you or your father." He licked his lips in the most gentle of ways and Mello cursed himself when he looked.

"Mello!" The blond nearly jerked back into the headboard as he his mother glared down at him. "You boy." She looked at Mail who blinked up innocently. Faintly Mello wondered what he was thinking but it passed as she continued. "The King requests an audience with you and Mello to see how you're doing." Her eyes narrowed on Mail who seemed to shrink under her gaze. "I do sincerely hope that the report is good." She said with enough venom that Mello felt it. "Mello, attend with your pet and be a good boy, please."

Mello didn't respond as she turned heading down the hallway leaving the door open. He released a breath that he didn't know he had been holding before watching Mail jumped off the bed. "You seem excited." He mumbled his mind reeling from what he was just told. He already knew it didn't matter how much he bothered the red head he wouldn't tell him which one it was. It was for Mello to find out on his own.

Mail shrugged, "Shall we go Master?" He asked bright eyed once more all the seductiveness fading into the past.

Mello frowned, "yeah, yeah whatever."