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| *Mistytail | Feb 16 2009, 08:57 AM Post #91 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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Fluffy~! Yay fluffy!
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| *Lupin | Feb 22 2009, 12:22 PM Post #92 |
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Slytherin Pride
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LOOK HURI IT'S LIKE A WEEK LATE AND SHORT BUT IT'S DONE. Fade Away While we’re living the dreams we have as children fade away… Mello stomped angrily into the room and went directly to his dresser without so much as a “hi” in his roommate’s direction. Confused, Matt set his game boy aside and sat up, watching his friend as he tore clothes from his drawers and shoving them into a black duffel bag. “Mello, what’s going on?” Matt inquired. Mello paused, his back to Matt, standing over his half-filled bag. His breath was heavy and as he turned around Matt could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, as if it were trying to keep up with Mello. “L’s dead,” he said, quiet and cold. Matt’s eyes widened. “D-dead,” he stammered. “Yeah, Matt,” Mello said, his voice rising with annoyance. “Dead.” “What happened?” Matt asked. Mello shook his head furiously as he made his way back to the dresser and grabbed a pile of shirts. He forcefully through them into the duffel bag and then turned back to his friend. “Kira,” he said harshly. “Kira killed him. And they chose damn Near as his successor.” Matt was silent, watching his furious roommate frantically pack his things. He knew exactly how crushed Mello was. He remember how, when they were younger, they would talk about L and how one day it would be the two of them, side by side, taking his place. He would listen to Mello go on about how great they would be, there was always such a light in his eyes when he fantasized such things. He dreamed about becoming the big-shot detective, the one everybody wanted to work with, the one who could figure out every case. And now all of those dreams had been ripped out from under him. “So…what are you going to do?” Matt asked after a long period of silence. “I’m leaving.” “Where will you go?” “I don’t know. I just…I need to get away.” Mello zipped up his duffle bag and slung the strap over his shoulder. “I’m done here.” Matt stood up and put his Game Boy in his pocket. He grabbed his backpack from the corner of the room and began to pack his own things into it. “What are you doing?” Mello asked. Matt looked at him with a smirk. “You didn’t think I’d let you go alone, did you?” Mello smiled and laughed as Matt zipped the backpack closed. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.” And the two walked out of the room, down the hall and out of Wammy’s House, never looking back. |
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i feel it deep within it's just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster i hate what i've become the nightmare's just begun i must confess that i feel like a monster | |
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| !Pantherstrike | Feb 22 2009, 12:24 PM Post #93 |
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#1 ELMO FANGIRL
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Awwww <3 |
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| *Lupin | Feb 22 2009, 12:46 PM Post #94 |
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Slytherin Pride
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Thank you <3 |
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i feel it deep within it's just beneath the skin i must confess that i feel like a monster i hate what i've become the nightmare's just begun i must confess that i feel like a monster | |
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| *Mistytail | Feb 22 2009, 04:04 PM Post #95 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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So Mello really DID take his manbitch with him!
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| *Lupin | Feb 22 2009, 04:04 PM Post #96 |
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Slytherin Pride
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Oh indeed he did. |
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| *Mistytail | Feb 22 2009, 04:06 PM Post #97 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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>;3 |
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| !Pantherstrike | Aug 10 2009, 01:21 PM Post #98 |
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#1 ELMO FANGIRL
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o hey thur old meme. EVERY DAY IS VALENTINE'S DAY BECAUSE I LIKE THIS THREAD LET'S DO THIS SHIT. again. |
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| *Mistytail | Aug 10 2009, 01:26 PM Post #99 |
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Resident Shrink and Chalupa King
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MattxNear: Recluse |
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| RussiaKaze | Aug 10 2009, 03:24 PM Post #100 |
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HURHURHURKOLKOLKOL
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I'm rather tempted, Misty, but I wouldn't know how to write it. D: WAIHDAKLSJDKSADJS; SUDDEN TWINGE OF OBVIOUSNESS OPENOFFICE HERE I COME Oh, and there isn't enough 'fics for these two. And I -seriously- need some fluff right now. A/B -- Fluff of some sort? :3 I'll love you if you pull this off~ EDIT// HELL YES. Recluse He was unable to drag his gaze away from the walls, as equally as white as his hair, as his clothes... as his face, and he kept thinking about that one boy – that damned red-head, that kept stealing his attention away from his cases, away from trying to work out the case his successor had been unable to continue. He was normally the calmer of the children in Wammy's House, never one to back down from a challenge or anything of the such, but like L, he chose his cases, his opinions, with great care depending on the situation. And the situation had recently turned rather bad, because his peaceful days at the orphanage (with the exception of Mello's outbursts, Linda's constant begging him to come outside, the famous trio arguing about philosophical things) were interrupted four days ago with the announcement of L's death. The person he'd turned to, a certain blond, a certain pessimistic teenager who insisted he could take care of himself, had left. The blond's friend had stayed, much to the shock of the younger. Mello had been enraged that his best friend would stay with the white-haired boy instead of him, but only shot his crushing words over his shoulder and left without another second to spare. Matt had locked himself up in his former shared room, and hadn't talked to Near when he'd come out a few times, and now they were both in their respective rooms, sulking, no doubt. Well, Near wasn't entirely sure that what he was doing would be considered “sulking”, but, he knew Matt was. Matt had become quite reclusive after Mello left, leaving Near and everyone else to worry about how he was doing, and L's successor even thought many times to go and reassure him. Now was again one of those times, and this time, he determinedly went with the idea. It was usually comical when the younger went to reassure the older, but the white-haired boy suddenly didn't care and peeked out of his door to make sure no one was watching. Luckily, the security cameras (you have no idea how many cameras were in this entire place, and microphones too – it was Wammy's House, though, and it was to be expected) were pointed toward the hall-way opposite, and Near nearly blended in with the wall, too. Of course, his skin color (which wasn't much being that he was albino) had returned to normal, and he was able to skulk incredulously along the walls until he reached the redwood door he was looking for – Matt's redwood door. He knocked on it, but no sound came from inside, and Near frowned, raising his eye-brows as he twisted the handle. Thankfully, it was unlocked, and he silently, quickly, peeked his head inside. The red-haired recluse was curled up on his bed, softly snoring. The light from the window filtered in on the carpet and spilled onto the pillow, onto Matt's face, and Near noticed with a twinge of disdain the dried tears on the boy's relaxed face, the pink around his eyes and the bags underneath. He had been crying. Well, Near couldn't have that. He wouldn't have his recluse crying over that pessimistic bastard. So he quietly tip-toed over to the bed, and climbed over the frame, landing softly in the blankets. Matt stirred, but did not wake up, and Near smiled, for the first time in a long while. He climbed over the red-head's legs (Matt was so much larger, annoyingly) and settled himself against the man's chest, wrapping his arms around him. “You shouldn't be so upset.” he whispered, knitting his eye-brows together. “Everyone is worried about you, Matt...” Those dark green eyes fluttered open for a second, but when they rested on Near's white head, they pulled themselves wider than was normal, with shock, but suddenly narrowed in a fond manner. “... How did you get in here, Near...?” “The door was unlocked, so I came... you seem upset. You haven't talked to anyone in days...” “... I-I miss Mello...” “I know, but... you shouldn't avoid us because of that. We were worried.” “I'm sorry.” Matt pulled the covers over both of them, letting Near rest his head against his chest. “I'm so sorry I had to worry you.” “... Just don't hide from me anymore, please.” “Near... why would I hide from you?” He kissed the white-haired boy's cheek, smiling, even though it was a butterfly kiss and it just didn't feel real, so whether he was drunk or not Near didn't know, but he pulled his lips against the other boy's, and they exchanged tongues for a second despite the obvious, disturbing age limit. “I fucking love you, Near.” “... I love you too, Matt?” “Don't sound so uncertain. I'm sorry I was being so difficult, ha ha...” Near cautiously reached forward and grabbed his goggles, and Matt shook his head, allowing him to strip them off. “It's okay. No more reclusive behavior, though.” “Please. You act like I'm a dog. I promise I'll be good next time.” “Good.” Near patted him on the head, something a younger boy probably wouldn't usually do, and sat up, but Matt's expression, pleading, pouting, begging him to stay for just a little longer, made him slump back down, leaning against the boy. “I love you.” “I love you too, and this time I fucking mean it.” … I'm sorry if the theme isn't very apparent, Mistykins. D: I meant to make it apparent, but Near started acting all OC, and I'm like, “Damnit. -Bangs hand against keyboard-” Edited by RussiaKaze, Aug 10 2009, 03:58 PM.
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Yay fluffy!






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