"a young man who loves gaming and doesn't really care much about the world."
to be affiliated with isola (hopefully!). used to be affiliated with citta.
STATISTICS, ACTIVITIES & HEADCANONS ā
āTsundere personality? Fuck you, Matt,ā Melloās eyes narrowed as he gave the other a jab in the side with his elbow.Ā āIām a Goddamn pleasure to be around.ā
Truth be told, Mello was not an easy person to get along with. He was brash and impulsive, often times he was overly emotional. Mello felt things on a very deep level - he often cared too much. Matt knew that, but he never used it against him.
Lips freely let loose a snicker--he likes those little displays of...jealousy, if you could call them that. Itās always refreshing and amusing to see Mello struggle to get his attention, he thinks. Matt is absent minded and likes to focus solely on one thing at the time--his videogames are generally the center of his attention, mainly because barely anything else manages to challenge him paired with his behavior of self isolation, he doesnāt have much else to care about. Of course without such distractions here, he will have to shift his priorities radically... At first the idea is surreal, but upon reuniting with Mello maybe itās in fact a blessing in disguise. Heāll get to spend more time with the other only thing--or person--that matters to him, without anything getting in the way. No Kira, no Near, no bullshit. Just the two of them.
The term ābest friendsā leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth, much to his chagrin. Thereās no label that fits the nature of their relationship--itās vague and oftentimes keeps him guessing, but perhaps such a term is the closest to reality. He can live without the romance, but not without the friendship. But he canāt deny that in times like these--he finds himself wanting more. He will never outright admit though! Not because he is embarrassed or anything, he just doesnāt know how Mello would react to such a thing. And Matt has never been one to handle rejection in the best manner--so he keeps to himself, his true feelings masked by his carefree and submissive demeanor.
Of course, he snaps out of solemn train of thought as he feels an arm on his shoulder, and suddenly his gaze meets a pair of frigid blue hues. Heās unable to do anything, his breathing somewhat heavy, as Melloās scarred visage grows closer to his, allowing the other to momentarily take control of the situation--he knows what heās trying to do and itās working perfectly, because he wants to kiss him, to close the distance between their lips, to tell him how he really feels--but Matt says nothing and simply listens to what he has to say, steeling his heart and his expression as to not falter in the face of such a deep temptation.Ā
Of course, heās still left bewildered as Mello pulls away, taking a few seconds to regain his composure and properly process what just happened. It was an exciting little spectacle, but it only served to increase his doubts and itās evident by the edge in the tone of voice that suggests confusion and some hidden frustration.
ā ...Are best friends supposed to do that? ā Somewhat of a redundant question that he didnāt quite want the other to hear--it was more of a mutter than anything else.Ā
āAn apartment, eh? I see - getting yourself special treatment. Iāll just hope that this hut crap isnāt that terrible, though if Iām being honest Iām recalling images of early mesoamerican huts that we studied at Wammyās. Do you remember when we had to make those stupid dioramas of the different ancient homes? Too bad Nearās wasnāt waterproofā¦ā Mello said with a smirk, recalling a fond childhood memory that involved inflicting havoc on an otherwise innocent Near. āI canāt believe the teacher let him do it over.. what a joke.ā
ā Yeah, that shit was boring as hell. ā Though the blondeās wistful musing of the past incites a slight feeling of gratification and yearning for the bloodless and amicable days of his childhood, he replies with a deadpan expression. ā That reminds me though--you were always good at crafting shit havenāt you? Glad you got something to make up for that terrible tsundere personality of yours. ā He expects a heated reply, body moving towards their destination in a calm motion.Ā
ā Well, if thereās of any consolation, my sector is pretty much the worst. ā Green eyes roll in annoyance as he sighs. ā Itās horrible--and itās got the loudest people. Fuck Delta. But I heard the longer you stay here the more privileges you get--so maybe I can get like, my own house and get my videogames back. Now thatād be sweet.
It works like a charm every time though, doesnāt it? ā The pride is more than evident in the sly smile plastered all over his face--a lot of satisfaction is gained by the impish and unsubtle advances that would always prompt some kind of hesitance or embarrassed response by Mello. He always found his aversion to be affectionate somewhat endearing, though it could admittedly get irritating at times in more vulnerable situations. But he was alright with it. It was Mello after all. His actions always spoke louder than his words.
Though that didnāt mean he couldnāt have a little fun teasing him.
ā And you know Mel, you are kind of terrible at hiding how you really feel. If you keep up with that attitude Iāll just drop you off and never talk to you again. āĀ
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āNearās not here?ā the blonde nodded, looking up at his best friend. āGood, at least thatās one person that wonāt bother me, the fuck. Is thereā¦ anyone else we know?ā Mello questioned. The two didnāt know many, but there were a few that could possibly be walking around Hive City. Theyād known a couple people - it would be interesting if someone were to appear.
āThree weeks?ā Mello frowned. He couldnāt imagine Matt being stuck here by himself for three weeks. Not that he couldnāt handle it, no - it just was Matt was so damn anti-social that Mello knew he probably didnāt Ā go out that much. Not that Mello would want to, either, but he had once managed to control some of the most hostile people on the west coast; suffice to say, he had slightly higher social skills than the other did.
He shakes his head slightly in response to his question. ā Not that Iām aware of. But people arrive and leave faster that you can blink so Iām sure weāre bound to see someone at one point. ā The idea of dealing with people from his past--particularly reuniting with old āfriendsā from Wammyās since those were the only people heās had some degree of contact with all his life before leaving the familiar orphanage and shutting himself in his own personal little hideout left him majorly indifferent. They had never meant much to him anyway, otherwise he would have found a way to contact them at some point in his life. He mentally disregards that future prospect with ease--ā Letās not bother with that for now.
Whatās with that frown? You look surprised. Donāt think I would make it without you? ā Despite the laid back, whimsical tone to his voice suggesting that heās simply playing around in his typical fashion, thereās some degree of truth to the blondeās surprise because, to be completely honest, Matt was feeling pretty damn miserable without him--but heās going to leave that particular fact to rest. He doesnāt want to give Mello any reason to mock him or fuel his pride. He returns the equally complacent grin, though he mutters the next few words without an ounce of guilt or shame. ā Find? More like stole but you know, same shit. A smokerās gotta do what it takes to survive here.Ā
And yeah, pretty much--though thereās still more to it that I donāt know, but I trust you will be able to keep your urge to kill me under control, former mafia syndicate member. ā A harmless and lighthearted retort to his comment as he lets out a small chuckle, a feeling of closeness and familiarity flourishing within him. There is a duality between the two of them, as well as a mutual bond of trust that made the two suitable companions for each other--perhaps the only suitable ones, all things considered. No matter the situation, no matter the obstacle they have to face, their faith in each other never wavers, and that alone is reason enough to explain his smile and his happiness.Ā
ā Beta? Well...that sucks. Iām at Delta. I actually live in an apartment with three other people I donāt really know. Whether thatās good luck or bad luck, I really have no idea.Ā ā Matt is all too familiar with the art of subtetly Mello deploys in his careful speech in order to get him to suggest things he would otherwise be somewhat embarrassed to admit--a trait he finds extremely endearing yet bothersome at times, but one heās come to love with everything. Of course, he could feign ignorance to get the other to reveal his intentions, but Matt isnāt really one to beat around the bush--his bluntness is evident through his speech, in particular with Mello. His lips tug into a provocative smirk, one he is sure to drive the other wild as he keeps his gaze trained on him, his body heading towards his district-- leading the way as the true rare gentleman he is while gently pulling his best friend along as their fingers are entwined together.
Who cares if people think theyāre gay or a couple. Itās not really that far from the truth.
ā Well... I would invite you to move in, but I donāt think thereās any spa...you know what, fuck it. Letās check out your place first. I would much rather it be the way around, you know. Just the two of us. I donāt think you would want to deal with my shitty roommates.
Heh. Youāll see it soon enough. But I can guarantee you will love it--And youāre going to have to make up to me later. ā
Melloās brows furrowed farther, nodding at the otherās words. Of course Matt wouldnāt hold a grudge against him, but that didnāt mean Mello would forgive himself. He pushed the thought out of his head - heād have plenty of time to replay the events over and over again when he was alone. For now, heād settle with returning the otherās smile.
āYou know, for a few minutes you were famous,ā Mello scoffed, his smile growing slightly wider. āYou were on television: āarmed and dangerousā they called you. Sounds a lot cooler than saying āsome jackass with a smoke gunā. I saw it when I was taking the our captive to that old abandoned church,ā he said nonchalantly, as if the topic didnāt bother him. Briefly, he wondered if Mattās body had scars from where the bullets passed through him, or if these people had fixed him up completely.
āI canāt say I really enjoyed getting shot to death, but thereās nothing we can do it about now, is there?ā
Armed and dangerous.Ā āThat sure makes me sound a lot cooler than I actually am. ā Matt lets out a jesting cackle before he continues. ā...I didnāt even plan on hurting any of them, I even surroundered to stall for time. āĀ
Itās always astonishing to see how much the media twists reality in order to appease Kira and install fear into the hearts of citizens as if theyāre nothing but mere dogs that should be taking orders from an unknown person playing God. Thatās not law. Thatās not justice. Thatās nothing short of mass murder, of cruelty, of abuse. Heās never been too vocal about his opinion regarding Kira and his legion of supporters--but this particular wrongdoing always managed to incite a small groan in disgust from him.
He stands in silence as he listens to Mello, his words carrying hidden sadness that is easily detected by him. Of course, you canāt talk about your own death without a tinge of melancholy and regret--though he finds some form of alleviation in the fact that he died a quick and painless death in contrast to his grim and harrowing ending. For moments, he tries to think of something to say--but he ultimately decides to offer him his silence as heās not one to provide the best words of solace. Though his head turns just a little at the mention of that ālittle shitā--Near--oh, how he had forgotten about him. ā Well, he isnāt here. At least, I donāt think he is. ā Maybe this revelation will ease Melloās troubles and help him attain some level of comfort.
ā Three weeks ago. Iāve had a lot of time to kill--so you could say I know my around this hellhole. It was surreal for me at first but Iāve grown to...ā Parted lips struggle in finishing his sentence, trying to come up with a proper verb to avoid coming across as slightly insane to the other. ā To tolerate it. But now that youāre here, I think Iāll appreciate it a bit more.Ā
This city has its own set of rules, but apparently if you ādieā youāll wake up again with only some minor injuries. A tad complex but...it beats our world. Where are you staying? ā Not one to be vague, he grabs the otherās leather-clad hand gently, waiting for his response so he can lead him to his sector.
ā Oh yeah, I almost forgot--I got a little something for you while I waited for you to show up. ā
Ā Ā Ā The hive city horror sounds an a little more like a rumor and a joke than something she should have to worry about ā but this heat is something else entirely. Her sweatshirt hangs loosely over one shoulder and sheās about to hightail it out of there when one of the sleeves gets caught on something. She deadpans, recoiling at both the black tree and the huge mass of saltwater not far from her. Itās only come up once or twice, butā¦ the āseaā doesnāt exactly look like what she imagined.Ā
Despite a mental complaint that clouds her head, Annieās partially grateful that someoneās sitting close by where she has to tug her sleeve away from. Her eyes drift back to the waves, barely regarding the other when she speaks up.Ā āThisā¦ is really it?ā
Itās the first time the redhead sets foot on the menacing beach--heās not one to leave his apartment freely unless itās to smoke a cigarette (and sometimes he will do it inside in complete disregard for his roommates!), but the heat wave engulfing the city has proven to be rather insufferable and drastic, and drastic situations call for drastic measures. And to him, drastic measures are synonym of walking around in a tank top and venturing outside the comfort of his sector.
Of course, the beach isnāt what he expects it to be at all--heās never really been to one before, but upon discovering the existence of a certain deadly creatured called the hive city horror--which in his opinion is a reluctant nickname since he considers the city to be a horror in itself--he canāt help chuckle out of pure disbelief yet predictability--of course, here you canāt get anything good without the possibility that it might get you killed. Way to keep shit interesting, he thinks.
Though if you keep your distance and guard up, it shouldnāt be that bad--or at least he hopes. His gaze trails from the crystal clear waves to the nonchalant and unnterested iblonde sitting beside him, unsure if her question was aimed at him.
ā Could be worse, everything else considered.Ā
Itās been days, isnāt it about time their fucking cooling system starts working again? ā The latter is more of an exasperated display of exhaustion from the excruciating heat accompanied by a sigh than anything else. He doesnāt even feel like smoking, which is a rarity for him.
Really, the whole display was pretty pitiful, but, she let out a laugh anyway. It felt nice to laugh, even under these screwed up circumstances.
āThanks.ā
Howād she quit? She paused for a moment, thinking on how to explain.
ā ā¦ My dad caught me when I was younger, he was so mad, I just sorta quit cold turkey. Every time Iād light up, Iād just think about how upset he was about, and the guilt got to me.ā
A small nod is given as the redhead stands silent for a few minutes, listening intently to her story.
So guilt made her stop. A feeling heās not familiar with.
"I canāt relate. Iāve never had any parental figure telling me what to do or not, so Iāve always done my own thing. Not really a blessing as some might think... So I kind of envy you. āĀ
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