How to Make the Apathetic Boy CryHow to Make the Apathetic Boy CryHow to Make the Apathetic Boy Cry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Mello wanted to make him cry, he'd done a good job at it.
"Mello is dead."
The words sliced through his very being like a knife, stabbing at his heart repeatedly.
"He was driving a white pickup truck to an abandoned church and due to a gas leak it exploded."
He fell to his knees, the words crushing him.
"There was another body... it was identified as miss Takada."
Damn it to hell, that bitch...
"I'm sorry for your loss, mister River."
He knew. Mello would never make such a mistake and would notice if there was a gas leak. It was that bitch and Kira. They'd killed Mello. They took Mello away from him. They grabbed him and snatched him away with their filthy and disgusting blood-soaked hands.
His fists clenched.
The man turned away from him and left him alone with the burnt body of Mello in the morgue. He sat there on the cold hard floor, staring at his deceased rival who was covered in a white blanket in a casket.
His lips quivered and his chest star
Fall Into You Part 2/3Chapter 7: PromiseFall Into You Part 2/33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mello, there's been an accident ." The words made his heart stop.
"W-what do you mean?" Mello demanded, his light blue eyes widened.
"He was on one of the trips out to town with a few other students when their car was struck head on. It caught on fire. The other children had only minor injuries, the driver died instantly, and Matt was trapped inside, he's still in the hospital I think they have his condition stabilized though.
"Oh god " it all seemed so unreal. Had Matt have stayed if he hadn't been such a jerk? The possibilities were killing him, the sense of not knowing gnawing away at his thoughts.
"We were going to go check on his condition normally we don't let any of the children come with us in an event like this, but, since you two are so close would you like to come with us?" Roger asked, straightening his tie as an excuse not to meet the boy's eyes.
"Y-yeah " Mello replied, "Thank you Roger."
"Don't tell anyone. The last thing
Matt and Mello: SurrealDo you remember, Matt?Matt and Mello: Surreal3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Do you remember the first time someone was shot in front of me? I was 16; I had been with the mafia for a couple of years then. And they'd killed people, you know, and I'd helped, yeah. But it hadn't...ever been like this. When I'd proven my worth by tracking down their main rivals, I had just pointed them in the right direction and set them loose. Like dogs. Death had never been so up close, so...real.
They used a pistol, at point blank.
I wanted to close my eyes. I didn't.
When the body stopped twitching in its death throes and the gunshot's echoes faded, the guys all laughed. They laughed with slow chuckles, wiping their hands on their jeans, and tossing rags playfully at the member chosen for clean up. They looked at me and waited and I knew what I was expected to do.
So I laughed, too.
And then when it was all over, I came back to you shaking and trembling and drained of color, and you held my hair away from my face as I threw up and stroked my back in a gen
BangThe first time Matt and Mello came face to face, the redhead was backed against a wall with a cold muzzle pressed under his chin. It rested in the spot almost directly under his mouth, forcing his head backwards as its owner smirked, pressing close, invading Matt's personal space and creating an uncomfortable sense of claustrophobia. Eyes wide and filled with surprise, he stared at the blond hellion holding him captive, quickly scanning his pale colored orbs for any show of mercy, or forgiveness.Bang3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was none. Not a single dab, or even a smidgeon. Just cold, icy blue.
Matt could lose himself in that blue, if he stared too long. They reminded him of the sea back home. He'd always loved going out to the coasts and watching the waves crash as a fresh wind swept through his air. Salt stung his mouth and eyes, and the water would splash up, soaking his clothes and stabbing like needles dipped in liquid nitrogen. It was scenic, and it was home. But there was no going back now,
Tiny Mello-IIIWhen Mello had calmed down Matt picked him up and placed him on the couch. Getting an armful of chocolate and candy he tossed it on the table and then put in a horror movie. "You need something Mels." The gamer had said. Mello smiled. To boys, horror movies and candy was the equivalent of ice cream and chick flicks for girls.Tiny Mello-III4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The movie was pretty scary, and Matt and Mello had both ended up underneath the pillows, holding onto each other for dear life. Both of them wanted it to be over with, but they had to see what happened next. Eventually the movie did end, now moving to turn on the lights was another thing entirely.
Matt had volunteered to do it, but when Mello agreed he wasn't happy. Mello was supposed to say no then again it was Mello after all. Surprisingly as Matt hurried to turn all the lights on, he didn't get eaten by a monster. The chocolate had been mostly eaten, and Matt had devoured the candy like it was going to keep him from wetting himself.
Which in that case it h
Just Get In The Damn Room: Version 2Mello 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 Room: Version 23 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.
"If you want in
Go In, Fight AgainMello had walked past the bar every night on his way home from work for over a month now. Taking a new route for the sheer hell of it. They said a change in scenery was healthy, right Well, he wasn't too sure if he agreed, but so far it'd certainly proved enriching. Each night he got to hear the sounds of music blasting through the windows, and the rambunctious cries of men drinking, chowing down, and shouting like a great bunch of testosterone fueled buffoons. It was a sort of inspirational moment for Mello, since he knew he could never be that much of an idiot, drunk or not. Maybe that was why he kept going this route, even though he found the bar's attendees to be pretty moronic. Or perhaps it was something beyond his control. Fate and it's mystical calling; all those sort of odd things.Go In, Fight Again3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Either way, it was a dreary April night when the card of fate seemed to finally be dealt onto the world's table. Mello was walking home, just like usual, but there was a noticeable change in the air