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Raising Hell	By : High_on_the_Rainbow Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey, so I was fooling around and dabbling in humor, but writing Uchiha humor is really hard, so I'm back! My muse hath returned! It has not forsaken me! I have nothing to say about rainbows this time, except that they are awesome, and we should bow down to their colorful glory! Except pink. ...Never pink.
This time, we are witnessing much of Near, Mello and Matt's group counseling. L and Light have roughly half of this chapter. I think I balanced them nicely, but there may be slight confusion. There was much to cover here. If someone got lost, I will try to fix it. People make their stances and courses of action known here. Light-chan is so confused, poor baby.
Well, onward! Matt's POV is present simply because it needs to be. He's the only normal one here and I find I like him a lot. I think I will write him again in the future. Also, there is much of Mello's bitching to witness! …I love writing a bitchy Mello. :3
Raising Hell – Chapter Eight
I'm not sure what I was expecting when Mello came in to group today after last night's phone call, but it sure as hell wasn't this. This is… this is just frightening. What the hell happened?
Near came in as he always did; calm and quiet, dressed completely in flawless white, fluffy hair falling around and framing his pale face and highlighting his dark eyes, silently moving to his preferred corner of the room, gazing out the window and twisting his hair around his index finger in that way he does, seemingly ignoring Mello into a blind rage. The only problem with this picture was Mello's lack of the aforementioned rage. Or at least the open expression of said rage. It would seem all the animosity that is normally aimed towards Near is being directed solely towards me today, and it is the masterfully calm type—not like Mello at all. Is this what Near puts up with all the time? …How unfortunate.
I decide to be daring and glance away from my Kingdom Hearts game to take in Mello's specific expression (as always he looks androgynously gorgeous)—it'll help me get a better grasp of what kind of anger I'm dealing with today. It's not good. …I mean worse than usual. Much, much worse. We are talking the 'I am trying to cause spontaneous combustion with my eyes even though I damn well know it's impossible but I'm going to prove science wrong' type hatred. Like 'I am going to kick you so hard in the balls I will make a vagina' bad. The kind of un-adultered loathing that makes anything possible. And I mean anything. He's so damn calm about it, I'm not sure how to go about defending myself or stating my case, either. …Damn it, I'm so screwed.
I see that I'm going to have to do some serious skirting around things here if I don't want to be shanked. …I remember last time; I am not too keen on a repeat. I still have a pretty nasty scar and it itches when I remember how I got it... Anyway, we still have time before Tokomo-san comes in. I turn off my DSi and put it in my backpack—I need to be alert in order to hold off any possible attacks and I can't afford distractions. I choose to chance a question; it's pretty clear he's gonna keep glaring and trying to prove that looks really can kill a person—knowing him, he's probably succeeded at least once. …Maybe the victim died of fear or an anxiety-induced heart attack, who knows?
"…So," I begin, making sure I miss no changes in his expression—it could mean life or death. "…I—"
"…I am waiting for your real answer Mail," he says. Oh, shit, he never calls me Mail. I am so fucked. …But, what does he mean, 'real answer'? "The only reason you still have your dick intact and I haven't already ripped out your spine, snapped it in half and shoved it up your ass is because I have chalked up your bullshit last night to you being a lazy ass hikikomori, being distracted, a lack of sleep, a severe lack of common sense, and not wanting to give me your true answer. …I am waiting, Mail. Think really carefully before you speak," he finishes. He doesn't even look at me while he says those words. He didn't say the word 'fuck' once. Damn, this is so baaad…
Regardless, based on that, he must mean last night's phone call. I should have never agreed to talk to him in person about this—the risk of physical damage is way too high. I know he was in some serious shit now, but did he really expect me to believe that? That his rival for the past seven years that he claims hates him more than Marilyn Manson hates holy water kissed him? …Please. But… apparently, he's expecting something. Oh, man… I don't want to talk about him and Near… I want him to talk about us… But it'll never happen… Sigh… Now, do I act like a good friend should and tell him I was serious last night in a likely-to-be unsuccessful attempt to get through to him and his hidden feelings that I know are there, inevitably walking to my undoubtedly painful death? Or do I tell him what he wants to hear, like I always do, in the name of self-preservation? Decisions, decisions…
"…I wasn't in my right mind last night, man," I begin. Like hell I'm gonna die trying to get him to realize his feelings! There's no contest! My feelings don't override survival instincts! I'm a human first and a friend second. I admit, fear is a flaw and instinctual reaction that I am momentarily giving in to. "…I was tired and anxious to get back to the game. You know how I am, dude. …I don't know what you should do about… that, though." I really hope he doesn't kill me. I do in fact enjoy living. Okay, that's a little much, I know I wouldn't die. I just need to placate him a little; I'll talk to him after he calms down a bit. I need to suck this up and be a good friend—just tell him the truth… I just need to get my courage together. I'm being dramatic; No one ever said being in love with or being friends with Mello would be easy.
"…You mother-fucking, shit-eating—"
"Mello-kun! Watch your language!" Tokomo-san, you have just saved me from what was bound to be the worst verbal and possibly physical assault of my life. Too bad you had to forfeit your dignity and/or life to do it. One of us will die today—be it physical or otherwise—and I find I am totally okay with it being you, if only because I hate you, too.
"Shut the fuck up, you annoying bitch! I'm trying to figure out some important shit and I don't need you to fucking make things worse! I am so fucking tired of hearing your shit for three hours on five days out of the fucking week! I already have to deal with mother-fucking Near and the assholes at my school! Aren't counselors supposed to help with stress, not fucking add to it?!"
"Well, Mello-kun, that is what group is for, now isn't it? To solve our problems? Talk them out, without cursing up a storm? Like the supposedly mature young adults we are?"
"Fuck you, Tokomo. You don't have to bitch out on us just because you can't even get a good pity fuck. You're what? Twenty-seven? Get laid, already. You're a shit-eating, dildo-shoving, child-raping slut with nothing better to do but sit around here hitting on guys ten years your junior and you dress like a fucking ten dollar corner whore. I don't need lectures from the likes of fucking street trash like you. I'm surprised you even have a psychology degree—which professor did you have to fuck to graduate?"
Ha ha, it is at times like this that I remember why I like Mello so much. Gorgeous and witty—a sexy combination. Very sexy, indeed. Though he's not one to talk about fashion… I love him, but he goes to school dressed in more leather than a male BDSM stripper. I don't think I've ever seen him in denim jeans; tight t-shirts and normal tops, yes, but his gloves, shoes, his collar, his pants… they're always leather. …But I must admit, he does look hot in that sinfully tight leather; no one else could pull that off like he can… All sexy and tempting…
"…R-regardless, I-I would appreciate some respect, Mello-kun. Y-you can't just talk down to your elders like that." I don't miss the fact that she didn't argue against the suggestion of her fucking someone to get her degree. I wonder who it was… The dean? Or her professor? Someone on the board? How many times? …Actually, I don't want the answer to that last question…
"What the fuck have you ever done to earn my fucking respect?! Even Near has more of my respect than you! I respect you about as much as I respected my fucking parents, and you know how they're doing, pushing up daisies and shit, so fuck off, Tokyo-hoe! I don't have to deal with your bullshit, too. Last I checked, you were supposed to deal with our bullshit. Isn't that what these fuckers pay you for?"
"…U-um… w-well that's… uh…" Tokomo-san is stunned into silence, unable to retort. Oh, well. This argument was fun while it lasted.
Ha, I must admit that I love Mello's nickname for her: Tokomo the Tokyo-hoe… Tokomo-san, you picked a really bad day to fuck with Mello, but at least you got his anger off me. It's not all bad; not many people ever earn his respect. The only people I can think of that do have it are Near, his older brother L—who I have never met—Beyond, a past crush of his, and myself. …Of course everyone giggles at Mello's show—excluding Near, because I don't think he's physically capable of laughter—and joins in Mello's verbal assault, laughing at her misery and expense. It's her own fault for choosing this career, working with the worst and most temperamental teenagers in the city. I wonder if she's a psychological masochist or trying to compensate for something. …Probably.
"W-well, in group today, we can talk about our week before me get to today's topic. Let's try to break the ice, huh? How is everyone? School? Home? …Let's start with… Matt-kun."
…Fuck. You. Tokomo. No honorific. You've lost the right. "…We just saw you yesterday, but fine. …I'll humor you. …I hung out with someone my parents set up for me to be 'friends' with. Seems they think I'm still too shut in," I say, my voice tinged with a bit of bitterness. "I… talked with Mello last night. …It was …interesting. …Awoke some things in me I didn't know were there." Like feelings. …Damn sexy, hormonal, and occasionally violent leather-clad blondes. I try to stifle my blush at the thought. Half of the reason why I said what I did last night because I thought he was joking. Now though… I don't know. I'm confused, conflicted, reasonably scared of Mello's reaction to confrontation and not to mention pressed for time—he needs to realize he likes Near before he fucks this up. It's the only time I've seen Near on the offensive and actually care about something enough to be assertive. …I admit …I'm jealous, and I want him to like me, but… I know he likes Near, even if he doesn't know it… And I'm not going to be selfish and make him unhappy. He needs to get over Beyond. Badly. I've tried, but I know I can't be the one. As much as Mello can scare me sometimes, I would do damn near anything for him.
"Care to elaborate, Matt-kun?" Yes, bitch, as a matter of fact, I do. My home life is none of your damn business, and Mello would kill me if I talked about the 'problem' he clearly does not want to talk about here. Stop fucking prodding. My life as a hikikomori is behind closed doors for a damn reason. Let's try to keep it that way. …Really hit a sore spot.
"…It's Near's turn," I say, looking to him with pleading eyes. He seems to get the message and takes the spotlight off me—we have a type of secret friendship outside of my obvious feelings for Mello (though he probably views it as more of an alliance or plain friendship). We don't talk at all, but I know he tolerates me more than the others. I don't think Near knows I love Mello, and I don't think either of them know I'm gay, but hey, it's easier that way. No one would want to date a hikikomori anyway, but… I think… if I had to hand over Mello to someone… that it would be Near. He would treat Mello better than most guys… and he's known him longer than anyone else… So, I'm going against you this once Mello-chan, but it's for your own good. I'll help Near win you over. …You'll thank me for it later… after you finish maiming me and beating me within an inch of my life.

"Well, Near-kun? How about you? How was your week at school so far? Anything eventful happen?" Tokomo-san asks. I look at her lethargically before responding in expert monotone.
"…Mello and I are… discovering many things. …Otherwise, our lives remain unchanged," I say. I look to Mello to gauge his reaction. His face, surprisingly, does nothing, not even a slight twitch of the eyebrow. This calm Mello is… extremely worrisome. I do not know how to handle this. It is clear he talked with Matt about what happened at school.
I find my thoughts wandering off as it becomes clear to Tokomo-san that I will not be offering up any elaborations on my statement. She asks the others the same questions, and I tune them out, in favor of pondering this newest development.
Matt always seemed to have a type of… infatuation with Mello. I suspected it was more than a friendship, but Mello doesn't seem to notice his feelings, nor does he return them. I didn't even pick up on the signs before I gained insight. I wonder if he will be a hindrance to my plans… I can't have him trying to win over Mello… But what to do… how should I go about preventing this…? …What if I—?
"Okay, everyone, it's break time. Head out and get snacks in the cafeteria. You have twenty minutes," Tokomo-san announces. Has it been that long already? As I stand, I see Matt approaching me; this works in my favor, as maybe I can convince him to give up on Mello.
"Hey, Near, can I talk to you for a second? It's about Mello… We gotta hurry before he comes looking for us," he says. I nod, getting up to follow him out front, where he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking in a long drag. I wince as he exhales, sighing in relief. He looks to me before speaking.
"…Mello called me last night," he begins, pausing for another drag. I wait patiently for him to continue. "…He says you kissed him." I watch his face for any reactions to this news that may spell trouble for the future; so far, I find none.
"…I think I know what held you back before," he says. I look at him with a slightly inquisitive look. He notices, and explains. "Why you didn't approach him about your feelings earlier. He put you off because he always acts like he hates you, am I right?"
I am… confused by his words. What feelings? I only hold feelings of mild annoyance towards Mello; he's loud, obnoxious, temperamental, excessively violent, and overall hard to deal with—his only use to me lies in his okaa-san and his abilities. I suppose I could use him… physically as well, but that is unimportant. Why would I feel something for him? I feel lustful towards him; I can admit as much… Am I supposed to feel more? Do others feel in situations like this? If they do, I suppose I should agree. I am supposed be giving the false pretense of 'love' towards Mello, am I not? Nii-san said that was the goal, to lull him into trusting me… I decide to humor Matt; perhaps he is not an enemy… I may even be able to convince him to ally with me.
"…Yes," I say tonelessly. He nods, as if he understands.
"Yeah, it was the same for me, at first. Being his friend isn't easy, by any means… He's kinda intimidating… makes it hard for people to get close. But, all he ever does is talk about you… even if it is harshly… It makes me kinda jealous, to be honest," he says sheepishly. His demeanor seems almost melancholy. I allow my eyes to widen marginally in shock. I never knew he would be jealous of me… And just for being the receiver of the brunt of Mello's wrath. …Is …is Matt …a …masochist?
"…I …wish he liked me the way he likes you. …Pay attention to me as more than a friend, you know? He's still not over his first love, someone named Beyond Birthday… In fact, he says it's why he doesn't take that collar off, since it was the only gift he ever got from him… Says the guy's in prison, though."
'He was infatuated with our cousin Beyond? Why? …And the reason he always has that collar is because of B? I know it is unlikely that B would feel the same way; he's far too hateful and self-centered… He likely used him for something… I never would have guessed he knew Beyond… Did he have anything to do with Mello wanting to talk to nii-san so often? And why his messages couldn't go through me? It seems like something B would do, to find a way to get what he wanted… to get to L-niisan… Strange… I'll have to ponder this later.'
"Yeah… Well, I know you two have known each other for years… and I can see why someone would like him. The way he always talks about you shows he spends a lot of time thinking about you… even if they aren't exactly kind thoughts. …I know I can't be the one to help him let go of this Beyond person, but I'm pretty sure he has feelings for you, too—he's just got the world's worst case of denial and doesn't realize what his own heart is saying. He's stubborn. …I love him, even enough to give up my happiness for his."
I listen in stunned silence, though my face gives away nothing. I… don't know how to take this. This is… this is so similar to my parents… this heedless sacrifice… and for love, of all things. How worthless. He might not die from this like my parents did, but my goal is to create a world where everyone is content without useless sacrifices, be them emotional or physical, a world without flaw. A logical world. I can't have things like this happening in the future I envision. I still don't comprehend such a choice, but for now, I force down the post-traumatic fear and pain I feel caused by that which I don't understand in favor of listening to the rest of what he has to say. I may be able to use it to my advantage.
"…So …since I can't be the one to make Mello happy… I'm willing to help hook him up with the one person that can," he says, giving me a meaningful look. I don't quite understand, and as though he can sense my confusion, decides to change his wording. "…I'm going to help you win Mello over. You know, make him realize his love for you?"
"…Okay," I respond, not sure of what else to say. I look to him, waiting, expecting him to present some kind of plan. He does not disappoint.
"…Well, clearly you aren't on the best of terms with Mello. The best way to remedy this would be with chocolate, probably Godiva. It's his favorite. Usually milk chocolate, sometimes with caramel or mint flavor—it depends on his mood," he says. …His mood? It changes? …When? I was under the impression he was angry all the time and it merely varied in intensity. "Lucky for you, I always keep extra for days like today, when he's feeling particularly partial to murder." He hands me a bar and I make sure to memorize the label for future reference; I know without doubt I will need it. "Give this to him in school tomorrow. I can't say that you were wrong in your approach; he doesn't take to well to subtlety, since if he did, Mello and I would be together right now or at the very least, he would acknowledge my feelings."
I acknowledge him with a silent nod. I am not surprised he knows so much about Mello and how he works; he is turning out to be an invaluable ally in winning Mello's favor. I suppose it could do no harm to heed his advice and take his instruction—if I am fortunate, I will accomplish my goal even faster than I predicted. Speed and efficiency are of the utmost importance.
"If I were you, I would keep going about things as you have been," Matt says. I wait for him to explain. "…You and I both know the only effective way to get through to Mello is through force. He won't look at things differently otherwise. It's probably why he respects you so much—you aren't intimidated by him. We both know he would never outright admit his respect, admiration or adoration for you. …I only ask that you treat him well, Near. He's been through enough and doesn't need any more pain."
"…I understand. …I appreciate your assistance in this matter …and your trust, Matt," I say. I make sure to try and squeeze some form of emotion into my voice to make the act more convincing, though not because I care in the least for Mello—I can keep him under my control with much more ease thanks to Matt. Speaking of control… I wonder how things are going with nii-san's subject.

Things with Light-kun are going… well, I am unsure of where they are going as of yet. I hope that Light-kun comes to a conclusion soon; things are getting boring and I do not wish to progress further without more information.
Dinner is in a few minutes, so I decide to head out to the recreation room and wait for today's cake to be served—several hours have passed since our little… 'talk'. As I walk by Light-kun's room, I chance a peek through his window and am somehow surprised by what I see. Light-kun's look is one of… shattered confusion. He clearly doesn't know what to think or how to handle what I did to him. He's completely lost; at this rate, he won't be stable enough to uphold his hard-earned image. I don't know why, but I find myself… sorely disappointed; his reaction pains me in some way—it is just a slightly uncomfortable pang in my chest mind you, but it was never present before now. I know I shouldn't, and it would be more logical to wait until he has processed the situation before continuing in my advances, but I slowly open the door to his room, granting myself access. Closing the door behind me I turn to face him once more, and as he looks to me, his eyes can only be described as hollow.
"…Light-kun." It is a statement. My eyes bore into him, saying all the things my mouth cannot. I slowly shuffle over to him, the only sounds being that of my slippers sliding across the linoleum. I halt in front of him, looking down with hard eyes. He attempts to return the look—I say attempt because he doesn't really see me, just through me, as his eyes are severely unfocused. …The look doesn't suit him at all, really. It is like he is watching something he isn't sure is there, something blurred and unclear.
I grab his chin forcefully, a slight glare pushing through my impassive exterior. He looks slightly more focused now, furrowing his brows in question. "…Light-kun," I say his name once more and allow some firmness to enter my tone, hoping to get my message across to him: come to your damn senses. His eyes seem to get clearer with each passing second, that familiar defiance returning. I smirk at the change. I find I like this Light-kun much better—obedience and conformity just don't work for him; he is too strong willed to simply give in to me. I want him to challenge me. Is that not why I chose him?
Deciding to push my limits further, I lean down and kiss him with punishing force. I instantly slip my tongue past his soft lips and taste him. As I suspected, the action startled him into awareness and eventually, responding. He pushes against my shoulders, trying to distance himself, though the attempt is half-hearted—he twists and entwines his tongue with my own, trying to win the battle for control. I must say, I like this… quite a bit. I was never as ignorant of the human body as Near was, but I also never experienced this myself. There was no need to excessively explore it; my knowledge is basic at best, but I am grateful to know enough to gain the advantage.
"Mmmn…," Light-kun moans into me once I win the right to dominate, sending vibrations throughout my body. I believe that this is a sensation I could easily become addicted to. …However, I find this kiss is not as fulfilling as I had originally hoped; I discover that I like it when he fights me and the satisfaction of a hard-earned victory makes the moment he relinquishes power that much more intoxicating. If I could just get more of him to come back, shock him back to reality… He is far too comfortable with the situation. …I intend to change that.
I slip my hand under his shirt, slowly moving my cool, slender fingers up his chest, brushing against his left nipple, taking it between my fingers and pinching. He gasps sharply, and I meet his eyes. I am thoroughly pleased to see he is back to his normal self. His eyes widen in shock, and he hurriedly shoves me backwards, pressing himself up against the wall in a humorous attempt to put distance between us. I smirk before speaking.
"…I am glad to see that Light-kun has returned to his normal self. Now that he is in his right mind once more, perhaps Light-kun will be able to decide his next move? I rather enjoy this new game of ours…" I turn to head out the door, but remember why I came in the first place. It would seem I became a little side-tracked… how odd. "…Also, Light-kun should be informed that dinner is being served soon. It is not healthy to miss meals, Light-kun. …After all, Light-kun is my very first friend; I do not wish harm upon his body." 'And what a very nice, toned body it is,' I think lustfully. I suppose I must be homosexual if I am thinking like that. Light-kun surprises me with a rather interesting response.
"…And yet you wish it upon my psyche? That is not how 'friends' treat each other. …You're a god damn sadist, Ryuuzaki. Are you aware that sadism counts as a mental disease? Still, I'm not all that surprised. Of course, you'd like to fuck with my mind like that, wouldn't you?" He inquires flatly. Before I can offer him a reply, he answers his own question. I find the accuracy of his conclusion to be rather amusing. "…Never mind. Of course you do. It's obvious you get your kicks from this. Besides, you have no room to talk where health is concerned; you're going to die or become comatose from all the sugar you eat."
I stop him before he can leave with my next words. "…Masochism is also a disease of the mind, Light-kun. Light-kun is just as unwell as I by that logic."
He gets up and leaves, not bothering to look back at me; I assume he did not deem my observation worthy of response. Either that, or he is silently conceding. I allow a gleeful smile to play across my lips. I did not miss the fact that he did not deny my 'friendship'. Once I regain my impassive look, I head in to the recreation room with the others, finding a hefty slice of red velvet cake with chocolate frosting and strawberries awaiting me. I feel my mouth salivating at the sight. 'I suppose lust for Light-kun is not the only lust I feel; it is time I attended to my sugar lust as well.'

I don't know what the hell is with Ryuuzaki! I guess I just assumed he was incapable of feeling any kind of lust for anything other than sugar. Of course 'assume makes an ass out of "u" and me' meaning that I was sadly mistaken. I am Kira, I am Yagami Light, I am God; I am not supposed to be wrong! Ever!
I sit down and try to situate myself in a way that doesn't make my partial arousal obvious to others. Damn Ryuuzaki. What the hell is he playing at?! Is he trying to trick me? It was clear then that he could have used my moment of… weakness against me and taken advantage if he was only looking to satiate his obvious lust for me. 'The fact that he didn't means he wants something else from this… He did say something about learning about me… He obviously expects me to make a move… Could I use this to my advantage? Sure, I could get some much needed release, but maybe he would let his guard down in the midst of something like that… But he doesn't seem like someone who would be so careless as to let his name slip, even in the throes of ecstasy… I suppose I'll have to think on it further… In the meantime, I'll need to mentally prepare for group…'
Thinking on it, perhaps he didn't think I was much of a challenge when I was shocked out of commission like that. How the hell was I supposed to guess he would kiss me when he said he wanted to talk?! …That asshole. How dare he do that to Kira! The only reason he's probably so damn cocky is because he knows I can't kill him.
I go to the serving line and Yuki strikes up a conversation with me as per usual.
"Oh! Yagami-kun! …Is something the matter? You look like you have something heavy on your mind," she says, preparing my dinner tray. I guess she has some observational skills after all. I decide to humor her; with her being a female, maybe she'll have some useful knowledge on the topic. I never felt attracted towards men or women, and as a result have had no romantic or physical relationships with anyone prior to Ryuuzaki's borderline sexual assault.
"…Actually, yes, there is something on my mind… Would you mind hearing out my troubles, Yuki-san? If it's too much of a hassle, then…" I trail off, making sure to sound like I actually care about her time; of course she'll listen. She has a crush the size of China on me and would do anything I asked. She does not disappoint, at least not this time.
"O-of course, Y-Yagami-kun! L-let me just finish serving the others. I'll come and sit at your table when I'm finished," she says excitedly while blushing furiously, not doubt thinking this is a step she can use to get on my good side and win my favor. She's just as selfish as any other female with affection towards me. Part of the reason I avoid them like the plague.
"S-so… Y-Yagami-kun," she begins, looking up at me shyly from time to time. I can see two other nurses glare enviously towards her. Really, these idiots are going to compete over someone in an asylum? Are they that desperate? Or are looks really enough for them to overlook the issue of mental instability? "…W-what's on your mind…?"
I make sure to act the part of the 'somber, confused teenager'. Really, this is too damn easy. At least Ryuuzaki is challenging to fool. "Well… um… there's this… friend," I start. I pause as necessary before continuing. "…She told me she had feelings for me… by kissing me. …I don't share her feelings, but she is persistent in her… advances. …I'm …not sure how to let her down gently…" I am never the type to go elsewhere for advice on my problems, but this is completely uncharted territory, and other people are my only sources of information on what to do in situations like these. Obviously, I have to twist some things around though.
Yuki looks up, shocked and clearly more than a little jealous; she probably thinks it's one of the psycho bitches locked up in here for personality disorders or something. Please, as if I'd even look twice at anyone here. (He refuses to acknowledge Ryuuzaki.) "Well, um, Yagami-kun… I think the best you can do here would be to tell her no. …I-if that doesn't work, you could always try to get her away from you by… showing affection towards… someone else…" An obvious hint to let it be her. No way in hell, Yuki. I'd rather be with a man over you or any other female in the ward.
"Thank you for your advice, Yuki-san, but I think I'll just think over more solutions on my own," I say, preparing to head into group, gathering my mental bearings. I just know I'm walking into the fires of hell after what transpired with Ryuuzaki.

I swear, if I hear one more person so much as mentions anyone with a name even starting with 'R' I am going to punch them in the fucking mouth and keep their canines as souvenirs to remind me of their screams of agony before they choke and/or drown in their own mouth blood. That's the only way I'd want to hear anything out of Ryuuzaki Nathan's fucking mouth right now.
I can't believe Matt ran off with Near during the break! I mean what the fuck?! I thought he was my fucking friend not an ally to my enemy! What the fuck is with the world lately?! I would swear it enjoys fucking anally raping me and screwing me over on a damn near daily basis! Where the hell is he?! I'm gonna rip his damn dick off!
'Once I find that back-stabbing, goggle-wearing, game-obsessed, cancer-loving mother fucker, I am going to shove the heel of my leather boot so far up his ass he will be picking bits of leather and my toe nails out of whatever teeth he has left for a month,' I think venomously. I'm so wrapped up in violent, bloody and somewhat murderous thoughts that as I round the corner, okaa-san's concerned voice makes me jump in surprise as it breaks through my blind rage.
"Mello, dear, what if Matt is just trying to help you…? He could be confronting Near so that he doesn't get to you again and prevent this from getting worse for you," okaa-san tries to reason. Yeah, there is no fucking way. I would hope that he was, but I really fucking doubt it. He was acting really fucking suspicious today, not to mention last night! What if he's talking to Near about it as I'm standing here trying to talk to okaa-san? I can't have him telling Near how fucking weak I am! Like I don't have enough of his shit to deal with already!
I get back to the cafeteria and see a bar of my favorite chocolate sitting at my table; I recognize it as the special kind Matt always has on hand in case of days like this where he feels his life is in danger. Damn right, it is! I'm gonna kill the bastard! No one had enough balls to touch it, even if it was expensive and unguarded, 'cause they know I'll kill them if they do. This only means one thing. Matt's nearby. "…Jeevas mother-fucking Mail, get your ass out here, now! I know you fucking heard me, you back-stabbing son of a bitch!"
Matt shyly comes out of hiding from around the corner, speaking up before coming any closer. "Before I come over there, I want you to start eating the chocolate bar, Mello. You know how you are when you get this angry," he says. I narrow my eyes, silently seething. I know I have to get him into a false sense of security if I'm ever gonna get him to come close enough to kick his ass, so I begin to unwrap it slowly, glaring at him all the while.
"I wouldn't be this fucking furious if you didn't think I was joking about… that last night!" I exclaim. I angrily bite off a chew a piece of the chocolate, trying my damnedest not to sigh contentedly; he knows this brand is more effective than the most powerful sedative on me. …Son of a bitch. "Now get the fuck over here and tell me where the fuck you were! You know we always hang out during the break and you weren't in your normal smoking spot," I growl out. I see him cower a bit before responding.
"I-I went out to a new spot to smoke… and… well, before I say anything, I need you to promise me that you'll let me finish before getting verbally or physically violent," he says nervously. I look at him suspiciously, weighing the consequences of such an agreement. It's obviously fucking bad news.
"You should hear him out, Mello. …It might be to your benefit," okaa-san suggests.
'…Fine, okaa-san, but you had better be right about this shit and him helping keep Near away. Otherwise… I just don't need more shit from people, least of all him.'
"…Fine, Matt," I concede. He sighs in relief, but before he starts, I continue. "But just let me fucking clarify that after you are done with whatever you have to say, if I don't like it, I will kick your ass. I'm talking the 'you won't be able to sit the fuck down from me beating the skin until I'm down to the raw muscle' type ass-kicking. I will make that shit bleed, Matt. I know that whatever you have to say must be pretty fucking bad, otherwise, you'd take the ass-whooping like a man and not the spineless pussy you are now. So start talking. I'm fucking waiting, and you know I'm not patient."
He swallows audibly before taking in a deep breath and speaking in that voice he uses to try and placate me, but really just makes me more fucking pissed off. "…I went out for a smoke, okay? And… I brought Near with me," he begins. He brought that little albino bitch instead of me?! What the fuck?!
"…I wanted to talk to him about what he did. …He was… acting weird. It turns out he doesn't hate you. He… well, I'm on your side, Mello. You might not believe me, but it's true. I told him that he just needs to talk to you to get things sorted out… Turns out he just didn't do things right! So… he won't be harassing you physically any… more…?"
My voice is deadly calm and frigid as I ask him my next question. "…Are you done?"
He quivers in fear. He knows this deal will only hold me back for so long. He gulps loudly. "…Y-yes."
I am so fucking furious that it has actually come full circle and I find that I'm too fucking calm to respond—the most dangerous type of fury for me. I leave, heading outside, not even bothering to attend the rest of group. Matt better watch his back; I will be coming for his ass soon enough, and he'll be lucky if I leave anything intact.
End Chapter Eight
… 6900 words. Putting up the word count is habit now.
Well. …That was interesting. I don't have much comment other than I have never ended a chapter with Mello before, least of all like that. I always imagined a calm, silently furious Mello to be more shit-your-pants scary than Beyond. Beyond is just "D'awws, you killed him and I'm so proud of you (hugs)" type scary. Like Gaara scary.
R&R if you like. I'm at my boyfriend's house, so no evil Miss Kitty in my way this time. … (pouts) As annoying as she is, I love her and her craziness brings me much joy and amusement.
Ja ne
Rainbow-chan :3
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