Note: Technically it's already sunday in France since it's past midnight, but oh well... it's the saturday update anyway! I'm a bit late because I couldn't put myself to write before 11pm. This chapter is short, but it still stands as one full chapter, I didn't have anything to add to that part. I needed Matt to come back on what Mello had already described, to explain Matt's POV since it was a lot about his feelings.
I try not to do that too much in this fic, but sometimes it's necessary for understanding.
I've written this with Vains of Jenna blaring in my earphones to cover the baby crying in the apartment above mine, so well, since I don't feel like proofreading myself, you can blame Lizzy DeVine for the typos (because it's not easy to type and sing at the same time). And no, me singing wasn't the reason why the baby was crying. Pfff!

Matt
I was stuck with Mihael holding the door of my car in hostage. I wanted to runaway, to put as much distance between us as possible, but he didn't seem to be in the mood for taking my wishes into account. Like usual.
I was about to resume driving with or without my door closed and I didn't give a fuck if I drove on his feet in the process, but he probably saw me coming and forced his way inside my car, invading the small space on all four until he reached the passenger's seat. Ouch! My dick!

No matter what I would say (or yell), Mihael would only do what he wanted, this was something I knew was useless to fight. Why did it have to be me? Fuck. Now what?
I sighed, knowing that I didn't stand a chance against such a hard head, and that no matter what I did, if he wanted a talk, he would have it. It wasn't because of his physical strength, and he didn't scare me either, I didn't even understand why I always ended accepting what he forced on me. He must have had special powers or something...

But my patience had limits, and I began the verbal fight. He may have imposed himself to me right now, I still had some nerve. And he smirked, which set me off. He wasn't serious, he was still having fun to my expense!
I snapped at him, throwing at his face everything that crossed my mind.
He barely replied, he wasn't even trying to defend himself, but he was looking at me straight in the eyes and I hated that it was making me lose my countenance when I was trying to win this over him. Did I even stand a chance? Not being convinced, I was a poor advocate to myself and once all my bile drained out, I just felt weak under his gaze.

But suddenly, his cold look faltered, like if the icebergs that were supposed to be his irises were starting to melt, and he blinked several times as I stopped talking/shouting. I'm pretty sure it was one more of his tricks, but he looked... sad.
No! He wasn't supposed to be sad! Guilty, remorseful, ashamed, whatever, but not sad! Damn, I wasn't even close to understand the way this guy worked, and it was a real problem considering the way he was toying with me.
No matter how much I believed he was just a sick pervert, he had never looked more human than now. I wasn't used to see anything else than a smirk or a glare on his face and I was kinda abashed.

Back off Mail, back off. He's only playing!
So why am I tolerating his presence in my car, can someone tell me? And no, I didn't want him as a friend, and I was far from still wanting to know more about him. Actually, I just wanted to forget until his very existence, even if I wasn't close to do it with his insistence.

Pathetic. That's all I was right now. Über pathetic.
He did dirty things to me, he glued me like a bloodsucker (well, not blood, but oh fuck, why did I go there?...), and all I was thinking right now was that I wanted a reason, a real reason, for what he was making me live.
If he actually had some kind of humanity and wasn't a cold bastard like he looked like (well, except now, he looked everything but cold, he looked... on fire. WTF?) it would make things easier for me. I really wanted to get rid of the sick feeling that hadn't left me since he...
I just couldn't live with it. The only option I had was to know that it was just a mistake, that ok, he wanted to win the bet and had gone too far, but that it was just a rock on the road, not his usual behaviour.
I knew he was the kind to take what he wanted when he wanted, but he had seemed sincere before that, with my parents, with me, even in the middle of the teasing, the sexual jokes and the random egoism.
I wanted to believe that he had flaws, not that he was completely rotten from the inside.

Most of all, I wanted to reassure myself that I hadn't been wrong about what I had seen in him, the potential friend, the interesting person, because otherwise, I'd never be able to trust anyone, I'd become paranoid, unable to have faith in my perception of people. And that would make me pretty fucked up.

"I need a reason Mihael. I want to believe that it was not just a disgusting random act, that you didn't lie to me until now, because right now I'm letting you beside me although I should kick you out of my car, and I don't even know what is making me want to find you excuses."
I knew what it was, but I didn't want him to know. The shock was gone, only my own paranoia was still present, and if he was the cold calculating person I didn't want him to be, then I didn't want him to have a chance to take it to his advantage. Maybe I should have.

"I'm in love with you."
Oh. Shit.

My only reply to that was to send my fist in his face. He winced, but didn't fight back. At that point, I didn't care anymore that he was stronger or more skilled than me physically. It was too much! Why couldn't he just be acting normal? Why did he have to make fun of me all the time?
I exploded once again.
"Get out! Get the fuck out of my car! You never stop your stupid games and I've had enough! What's wrong with you? Are you so mentally disabled that you don't know when it's time to stop? Why do I even try to make you understand anything, you're stupid, FUCKING STUPID! GET OUT!"

His gaze turned cold again, and his stance changed, letting me know I had hit a sensitive string.
He straightened in his (well, my, technically) seat, but he didn't leave and something told me he wasn't done with me. Damn him.

"You wanted a reason, I gave it to you. I would almost have said that now, you do what you want with what I said, but it's just not like me. Maybe I went too far, but I don't regret doing what I did because I totally acknowledged the fact that you're not gay, and that was probably the single chance I'd have to touch you at least once. I only regret that it led you to become paranoid and throw my sincerity by the window when I was, and am being right now totally true to you. So I'll have to prove you that I never lied to you, and that I'm not the sick bastard you think I am. Therefore, Mail, I'm afraid you will have to bear with me a little bit longer."

On those words, that he uttered in a very solemn (but mocking, the bloody jerk) tone, he slid out of my car and swayed his way out of the parking lot. Even only seeing his back, I was sure he had that smirk on, the one that makes me want to slap him hard.
I stared as long as he was in sight, his words sinking in.

And suddenly I burst out into laughters. The fucking prick had just proved all at once that he wasn't the least stupid, besetting the exact reasons for my questions and doubts, that he was sort of apologizing without sounding that he was, not cracking his image, that he had feelings, since all of this touched him to the point that he had to prove his sincerity, showing that he cared about the situation, still not looking like he was, and on top of that, he phrased it well enough to shut me up.
But the same fucking prick clearly didn't give up on his worst trait. He was so fucking stubborn that I had no other choice than to resign myself to the fact he'd be in my way for some more time.
But damn, I think I was kinda curious as to how he's try to convince me. Because now, he'd have to use stratagems totally opposite to what he had done until now, and I doubted that he could pull out anything else than stupid sex jokes and teasing.

And somehow, I already had the answer to my question.
I knew he was sincere. I knew he hadn't lied to me, and it was making things easier, I could almost feel normal again. Well, if I thought about what he had done, I was still feeling disgusted, but I think I could forgive him someday. Maybe.

As much as I hated to rethink about that particular event, there was a song that summed up everything I needed to know about him. You know, the Shoop Shoop Song...
If you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss...

Note (yes, again): I didn't want to add it to the chapter itself as part of it since it was ruining the end of it, so I thought I'd remind my readers about the moment when Mihael kisses Mail, and Mail breaks the kiss for a few seconds before kissing him again. This slight hesitation is the key, it's when Mail noticed something in the kiss, although he thought it was Annie at that moment. Actually, he was telling himself that the kiss was very tender and loving and was afraid that Annie fell in love with him since he doesn't want a regular girlfriend. Maybe I'm explaining the obvious though XD
Oh, and the song is an old song (1964) by Betty Everett, that Cher covered in 1990 ^^