my muse at last deigned to work ... with that of the holiday tends to spin out. But let's get what we correponde, a series of vignettes, swinging a little Mattcentric.
02. Submission
Mello, was the person with more character than he knew.
If it was true that his outbursts of anger it got into constant trouble, but at least it was not tolerated and analyzing situations, Mello always took a hand in the case, provided that it is incumbent on him and on multiple occasions to Matt.
He was behind the door of Roger's office, where he had gone along with the blond Near, whatever was happening in there knew it was not good, an innate curiosity took hold of his body and took him to even closer.
- L is dead - his game fell to the ground and in the idea that his presence was discovered him up and drove away. That
that in a seemingly distant future was not now happen more among them. The redhead felt a deep pain, because L was at least for three of them, the closest thing to an older brother and now no longer have as a model. How does a guy just entered the adolescent had to deal with the death of a character that while his life was important bit you know? I had no idea, but knew he could not afford to be meek and bewildered by all the world, it is assumed that he must not know.
And Mello? How would his blond friend?
That was something that worried him and caused even more pain ... well he would not sit with folded arms and evil that he himself understood it.
Comments: I think this is the riskiest vignette I wrote about them.
Warnings: Matt skirt, Shonen-ai, A little, almost nothing
03. Shame
- Repíteme why I am dressed like this? -
- Because you're a good friend Mattie - Mello looked at his friend and gave the finishing touches to resemble as little as possible the usual
Matt- And Mattie is my new name is not it? - Matt kept getting off the skirt as it went up so much a moving
- Yes, it could be - after the wig accommodate took his hand - Vamos - The redhead made the sky look like for help divine and mentally scolded
"If you keep helping you never learn, but do not understand it?
If he comes saying
- I need your help Matt, Near a bet with girlfriend would have before him, and the truth is I'm not so good with the girls, you could dress up and help me? -
putting those innocent eyes and there you go and say yes.
Worse to fool yourself you did not even say something like that, it was more an order:
- Put this on, I need to beat Near -
While this is less, the problem is that are there in your hand with a long hair wig, lipstick, a skirt that goes up every time you walk and stockings that squeeze. Congratulations Matt, you're a good friend ... you a fool indeed "
was the day that the largest of Wammy's House were allowed to visit the city for better integration into your environment So the three were in the mall. Matt Every step was less safe than before, if anyone recognized him in the best die of shame, in the worst survive to hear the jeers.
- Well there you go - Mello smiled maliciously, for every he could beat his rival Near
enjoy looking at the girl, was something he was familiar, but did not know that. The truth was that I could not see much joke Mello's bid, but only to find that his girlfriend was proposed:
- Kiss - did not flinch as he made that request; knew perfectly Mello and knew that if the girl does not matter was to deny
kiss - You're a little pervert - The blonde knew that if she did not believe it Near, Matt looked at and approached him
To Near that was enough, and would have been defeated had it not been for that Mello hid the Matt's game in his pants, choose not to say anything out loud, after all that competition had no validity no importance to him.
- That's enough? - Mello looked completely calm at first, but if you carefully watched an almost nonexistent tone could be lipstick on his cheeks. Near nodded and gave him the money agreed for your chocolate bars. The blond pleased he left his "girlfriend" for a moment while
bought his prize - "If I had asked him first what would you do? - Whispered, Matt still had his face covered by momentarily long hair.
- Do not mention it - was not surprised that Near did that comment, when with their arms in the back of Mello felt his game
- I guess I really lost - the continued arming peliblanco your puzzle.
09. Wet
raining terribly, never in his life had been so stormy waters rush that way. Felt his stomach contracted to listen to the thunder that echoed with omnipotence.
At least he was safe and sound under one roof, but did not know as it was Mello.
recalled that he had gone a day as sunny as that, even with the same driving rain, to remember that day the pitchers who fell and did not seem as bad as in that dismal afternoon.
That image, which considered the saddest of his life, his head was spinning. Why not take him with him? If it was true that may not have the experience that had blond knew could help him with something.
Hurt by that memory, he escaped from the house through the window of his room. Not yet understood why Watari or Roger had not sent to prune the tree that served for their flight.
immediately felt the water soaking her clothes, pasting and making your body shiver on the spot. I look up to heaven and surprised to see it not as dark as the rain evoked his logic would find it. Smiled pleased to get an answer a tacit unspoken question, staying a little longer in the downpour. Maybe if enough endured the storm could be for when you decide to wane a bit.
11. Breaking
The easiest solution was not to tell, was the tactic he had been using and in fact was not working quite right. Since it was kissed by the wager their treatment had become a very different, I did not know whether for better or for worse, but he missed his friendship.
course helped at all wanting to kiss him back, surely if it raised the blond kick it up to get the idea of the head.
never felt anything like it was like nauseas pero no tan molestas, como ansiedad pero con más adrenalina de por medio, como miedo sin motivo aparente.
Y antes de seguir quebrándose la cabeza con cosas como esa, encendió su videojuego y opto por jugar y distraerse, no importando cuantos dedos rotos le costara, pues estaba muy conciente de que no sería una tarea fácil.
20. Write
admitted that the whole house he was of the most difficult to treat, Matt was the only one who had taken how to treat and even sometimes red could not be all arrogant and breaks was always given in a diplomatic way.
- I will prepare a bowl of ice cream, want some? -
- No, thanks -
- ... I'll take, you know I like to look perfect -
- I do not mortify your absence -
- As you say ... -
Before coming home Matt was more hermit, reclusive and antisocial. Not because they have empathy for their peers, rather it was because they never showed it to him.
And to get the red to the house and into your life everything had changed.
Be out of bed and closed the door locked, he climbed to the desktop and pick up a piece of the beam was on the roof over it, pulled a booklet no bigger than two hands together. The last Once he had written two months ago was 23 days. When he was offended because Matt was talking to other children.
"do not understand why he did not belong to me much less but if you really want friends who tell me straight ... So I will be upset? You may need to value it more "
Looking back, realized he had been jealous. Foolish and unjustified, but they had been.
I take a pencil and wrote
"Sometimes you get tired of me ... and I think I understand. I do not understand is why is always by my side. "
closed the notebook and put it back in its hiding place, and under the desk and stepped into the hall, where he met with a smiling Matt with two bowls of ice cream, magnificently decorated.
- Watari can not say we do not eat fruit - joked the boy with the goggles and handed him one of the bowls
- I told you not ... -
- I can not eat me, not Grieve -
- I can do it - two boys entered the room, Mello sat in Matt's bed and is in the desk chair
- Hey! Why is there a trace of shoe on my homework? - The blond disowned, making mental note to write it later.
23. Dream
According to doctors and scientists around the world, human beings never stop dreaming, although it fails to wake up only to remember darkness behind his eyelids. Matt
years ago that he could not remember those dreams, if they indeed had them. Maybe it was caused by his strange and unhealthy lifestyle, although he was sleeping a few hours a day spent glued to the monitors, either watching television, playing video games or ultimately spying for Mello.
had spoken that afternoon executed the plan very soon, allowing them to avenge the death of L and obtain recognition, the latter more to the blond for. Oddly
had started to yawn and lose concentration, it was rare because usually showed no fatigue until the wee hours, his eyes felt heavy and weak outside filled him completely, soon quietly dropped the arms of hypnos .
It was over an hour, but the redhead seemed an eternity. Woke up disturbed, troubled breathing, tightness in the chest and a tear falling down her chin alone.
- Tell me it was a joke - rose from her chair to the table in search of a cigarette. Just remember why did not sleep too much and because the lack of dreaming not alarmed, had always had nightmares and woke to avoid this vulnerability in their dreams would rather cut their hours of rest a mere two per day. She sat back in his chair and put his hands on his face, the smell of cigarette flooded his senses but failed to calm him down. After all, how would calm down when he dreamed the death of her blonde?
