I Sing Only For You - Chapter 7Charlie pushed his lips against Mello's and before mello could even push him away matt was there in the door way, eyes wide with horror.I Sing Only For You - Chapter 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No.... It can't be....." The red head replied before running away.
"Matt!" The blond boy cried out, but it was to late he was gone. He turned to charlie and slapped him before pulling his gun out and putting in between his eyes.
"Ever do that again and I won't hesitate to kill you. Got it?" He growled viciously before running after matt. He looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Suddenly he saw one of the other band members that he recognised and ran up to him.
"Hello mello, long time no see are you doing well?" He gave him a smile with that.
"Sorry steve I can't talk right now may we catch up later? I need to find matt have you seen him?"
Steve looked at him confused "I think he's in his dressing room I'm not sure its down that hall go check"
"Thank you!" He said while running off. He turned down the corridor and stopped infront of a door its said
Captive of Mind and Soul - Part II sighed as I walked down the sidewalk to the small convenient store that was a couple blocks away from our apartment. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, I really didn't want to leave our little home in all reality, but Mello had ordered it. As his dog I must obey.Captive of Mind and Soul - Part I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I took a small puff from the cigarette that had been in my hand before pinching out the light, and then tossing it away as I walked into the store. I grabbed a cart, I would definitely need one if Mello was out of chocolate, which he was. Not only did he need chocolate, but we also needed some other essentials. I should count myself lucky that I knew what brand he liked, or else it would take me forever to find the exact kind because of all the types in the store.
It was called “small” by some of the other people that live close to it, and the owners, but, in all truthfulness, it was not small at all. It was actually huge on the inside, compared to how small it looked on the outside. It held tons of ite
The Fear of Heights MelloXMattMihael Keehl. It was the name given to the teen at birth and taken away not seven years later by a man under the initial L. Given the choice, Mihael would not have chosen the life he now leads. He would want a real home with real parents. Not a costly mansion run by an uncaring and cold caretaker, working day after day to succeed a small white-haired boy and become the second reclusive letter L. There were perks to the life, of course. One perk, actually. His best friend whom Mihael would have never met had his parents not been murdered.The Fear of Heights MelloXMatt6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, and chocolate. Under no normal circumstances would Mihael be allowed to indulge in as much chocolate as he does now. But it was simply another perk of being a Wammy child. Living in a mansion, learning about anything and everything he could get his greedy hands on, scarfing down bar after bar of chocolate until he felt like puking (and even more after that point had passed), rooming with his best friend. It was life to Mihael.
And yet He want
Hot FudgeHot FudgeHot Fudge3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Get your sexy on.
Go ahead be gone with it.
Get your sexy on.
Go ahead be gone with it.
Get your sexy on."
The pounding music beat throughout the shitty apartment, driving one redheaded gamer insane. His partner in crime hadn't stopped playing it for the past few hours. Matt was starting to think the blonde was trying to irritate him on purpose.
"I'm bringin' sexy back.
You mother fuckers watch how I attack.
If that's your girl you better watch your back.
'Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact."
He muttered something under his breath and attempted to turn his attention back to Modern Warfare. Of course now that he had given his focus to the music, he couldn't get his mind off it. So not moments later he was dead. Then repeat, repeat, repeat.
That damned music was beyond distracting now. He was losing his game because of it.
Normally Matt wouldn't have the guts or the lack of brains to snap at Mello, but because he was so sick of the song,
Just EnoughJust EnoughJust Enough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Matt had no desire to be where he was. The flashing lights. The loud blaring music. The smell of sweat and alcohol on the tons of people crowding the floor. It was all too much for the gamer with sensory issues. He couldn't even focus on the drink in his hand, it was so overwhelming. Of course he had to meet his client here.
Not in a quiet park. Here, in this jam-packed place that made him want to hide under the table. It was all he could do not to cover his ears and block everything out. No showing weakness to your clients, or to anyone else really. Keep up the badass look, and keep people away from you. Then it couldn't get worse.
That's all just a couple more minutes before his client showed up and he got his job. That's all. Five minutes.
The gamer stared down at the beaten and scratched up bar. His eyes ran over every cut, every single stain and put shapes together in an attempt to escape this painful reality.
He would wait no longer for his c
100. When youre gone Mello walked in silence, ignoring the sympathetic looks from the others. This wasn't the first funeral he'd been to; he was used to them. A few feet away, he could see the coffin. Mello was afraid to look inside. He probably couldn't handle it. The moment he'd look into it, he thought he might have a mental breakdown. As he walked, he turned his head slightly to see some of the people gathered. He recognized the little albino sitting in the second row. Mello was suprised that for once, Near's face wasn't emotionless. He saw some sorrow in his features. Near noticed him looking at him. He gave Mello a small encouraging nod, as if to say, "You can do this, Mello. Say your final farewell. There's nothing to be ashamed of."100. When youre gone4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Mello turned his attention back to the coffin in front of him. The lid was off. Mello closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the worse. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and looked insi
Silent HeartSilent Heart4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Everything seemed normal the day it happened, the sun rose as it should have high above the orphanage without so much a second thought. The children inside awoke and proceeded with their everyday duties, thankfully today was a free day allowing the children to do as they wished. But, for a select few that day wasn't exactly normal, quite the opposite actually.
Most children at The Wammy's House spend their free days outside playing amongst each other, either playing catch or scurrying about on the playground. Everyone except Near of course. He would always sit in the unused drawing room contently and quietly solving a simple maddening white puzzle with nothing more than the letter L on the upper left hand corner.
Clack clack clack
Every piece he would pick up off the ground instantly found its way onto the game, his small fingers firmly pressing it into the board before reaching out for the next one. Near's hand lands on the wood floor, patting for the right piece, he knew
Just Get In The Damn RoomMello had just gotten a chocolate bar and was trying to think of things on how to beat Kira before Near did. God did he hate that bastard..... Mello growled and snapped off a piece of chocolate. He still couldn't think of anything, not for the past few days. His mind had been occupied by other things.Just Get In The Damn Room4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My red-headed best friend had just gotten back from the store and was about to go take a shower, which he had to announce. Not like I minded that he did.... Shut up, thoughts! Mello thought as he growled again and face-palmed.
"What's wrong, Mells?" Matt asked stopping in the doorway as he looked back at the ex-mafia boss.
"Like you could do anything about it." The blonde scoffed at the younger male. "But I can't think of a way to beat Near and finish Kira before him. I need to find information on that Death Note that I lost so maybe I could get an edge over that albino bastard!" He ended up raising his voice, like he always does when talking about said albino brat.
Bedtime at Wammy'sFive year old Mello stared wide-eyed at the baby crib, wondering what they had put inside. Matt stood close behind clutching his blanket close to him.Bedtime at Wammy's6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whadoyou think it is Mello?" He asked with a little yawn as he rubbed his eye with his free hand.
"I dunno maybe it's a ghost!"
This got Matt's attention
"a g-ghost? What makes you think it's a ghost?" He stammered, clutching his blanket tighter.
"Well, ghosts are supposed to be all white right? And kind of creepy looking? Well, it's definitely white and creepy looking, that's for sure!"
"Yeah but why would a ghost-"
"Shhh! Someone's coming!"
Mello pulled Matt behind the crib, hoping not to be seen by whoever it was.
" he's sleeping right now, but if you want to stay until he wakes up you'll see just how intelligent he is."
"I'd love to, but I think I'll have to take your word for it. L recently got a new case and has to be in Argentina by tomorrow."
"I see, well, at the very least you can see the new arrival before you l
I Sing Only For You - Chapter 6Okay guys so before we start this chapter I'd like to ask a major favour of you all, if you do this I will give you hugs or whatever you want! Okay so go join this group iconForgottenPhotoDN follow it and ask your friends to join or so and help get it around! If you do this and let me know I will give you big big hugs and maybe tell you what will be happening in the next chapter ^_^ I will put a link to it below (: Anyways enjoy! Thank you<3I Sing Only For You - Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So this is the last song, I wrote this along time ago about a very special person who ending up leaving my side. Its called Away from you."
The music started to play and Mello wanted to hear every bit, he wanted to know how much he had hurt his red head lover, he never ment to, that was never what he wanted. But now he wanted to make it all okay, he wanted to have him in his arms again.
stuck in a memory of us
Its so hard to know that were worlds apart
And I was so wrong to think this would all be so easy
But trust me Ill be back for more
Home is Where the Heart isHow did this end up happening?Home is Where the Heart is3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How did any of it even begin?
It's sad that I don't even know anymore, but then again, what did I really even know?
I let something I loved, and still do, slip right through my fingers. I let you down.
February 1, 1993 - January 26, 2013
Why? Why did I have to let you die?
If anyone should've died that day, it should've been me. I planned it. I made you go through with it.
Heh now that I think about it, you probably wouldn't have had it any other way. There was no way in hell you would've let me go through with this plan alone. Man, you could be such a stubborn ass when you wanted to.
Which, I still don't know if it's a bad thing or not, considering it was one of the many traits you picked up from me over the years.
The years? Well, I don't think we can say they been kind to us. We didn't exactly have the 'normal' life most kids had
But I don't regret it.
If its one thing in my life I regret; its not that I never beaten Near, not t
Bloodstains 1:Sweet NightmaresHe almost looked pitiful. Except for that maniacal gleam in his eye- that expression that mocked the living.Bloodstains 1:Sweet Nightmares4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chained at the wrist, shackled at the ankles- you could think he was helpless. But could tell that this guy was trouble, the type of trouble that didn't go away when a person was bound and gagged. This boy had done terrible things, ghastly things. Yet...
He stared up at me with ebony eyes. His whole self was an oilspill on snow- black eyes, black hair, black shirt loosely handing off porcelain skin. How could anything wearing a human skin be that cruel?
The cell was almost bare. There was a bench, a toilet. Bricks painted a steely blue. An inconsistency in the corner made me walk over and examine it. Scribbled into the paint, with what looked like blood, was some sort of word puzzle. Made entirely of Ls and Bs.
"Still the same psychopath, aren't you?" I said, going back over to the pale boy, sitting on the floor in the middle of his cell.
I squatted down next to him,