Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Mean to Hurt Me? ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I woke up from another nightmare. It also didn’t help that the nightmare was rest and was cuddled up to my side.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked down at the man I love. I’m not to sure how I still love him, especially after he… I don’t want to talk about it.

I pushed Mello off of me, careful not to wake him, and got up. I quickly found my clothes and located my goggles. My hand barely touched the door knob when I heard Mello say something. “Matt…Don’t leave,” he mumbled, before returning to his loud snore. I stepped back from the door and laid on the bed, over the covers. I guess I’ll tell him I had a nightmare. At least that’s partly true.

I stared outside the windows and watched the sun rise through the storm clouds. It cast orange rays onto the grows of the courtyard. The sun illuminated the grounds lightly and made the atmosphere look sad.

But maybe it wasn’t the atmosphere, it was the air around me that my feelings protruded though and gave away my true thoughts and intentions.

Mello shifted beside me and snuggled into my side. I smiled pitifully at him. At the broken man of my dreams. He snored into my side, and drooled on my shirt. I chuckled truly to myself and brushed back his soft blond hair.

Hours passed as I lay there, just looking at him, taking in his soft, feminine features, but deadly and dangerous. The outline of his face was smooth, the form of his lips were perfect, his eyebrows were shaped perfectly above his beautiful eyes. His skin was flawless and glowed slightly when any type of light hit his pale skin.

It must have been around noon when he finally awoke. A smile greeted his flawless face from the remnants of what must have been a good dream. His blue eyes opened and gazed at me confusedly. “What are you doing here?” He slurred from sleep.

“Uh…I, uh,, had a bad dream?” I accidentally put in the form of a question.
“Sure you did.” He smirked and softly kissed me. He tasted gross. He tasted like beer. “What’s with the face?”
“Sorry, it’s just you taste like…uh…” I lost the ability to speak to continue speaking after that.
“Oh…right. Sorry,” He looked away and fixed the blanket on his lap. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

Now get this, I don’t mind doing stuff with or for him. When he’s sober that is. But, when he’s drunk…that’s a whole other story. Well, it bugs me, that’s the gist of it. “Do you want me to fix that?” I whispered in his ear seductively. What I didn’t expect him to do was shake his head.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Just then his stomach growled loudly. He blushed and said, “But I could do with some food.” He chuckled and then stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. He looked over to me and raised his eyes questioningly. “Could you leave?”

“Oh yeah.” I scrambled to get up and left the room. I walked down the long hallway to my room at the end. I opened my door and locked it behind me. I plopped down on my bed, and slipped off my shoes using my feet. My eyes strained to stay open, they felt heavy. I hadn’t really slept at all.

I realized I wasn’t going to sleep at all when Mello pounded on my door heavily. I stood up and opened the door, he walked right in, chewing on a chocolate bar and acting like he owned the place.

“Can I help you Mello? I thought we we-“ Mello interrupted me.
“We are, but I have a question for you.” He fidgeted slightly and lost his powerful demeanor.
“What is it?” I asked while re-lacing my boots.
“Do you…never mind.” Mello said and walked out the door.

“Come on Mello! Tell me.” I bugged him as much as I could as we walked through Whammy’s to the cafeteria.
“No.” He said simply.
“Please Mello!” I tried.
“No.” His voice was raised slightly.
“Why won’t you tell me?!” I tried again.
“I said no.” I could tell there was a hint of anger in his voice.
“Please!” I said again.
“No Matt!” He yelled. The few people in the halls turned to look. Then they turned away once they realized it was Mello.

I was used to his outbursts so I barely flinched when he yelled at me. “Please Mihael…” I whispered so only he could barely hear me.
“No Mail,” he did the same. “Not yet. Please.” He practically begged. The look in his eyes was desperate, almost pathetic. But nothing about Mello is pathetic. Everything about Mello is powerful, sometimes saddening but never, ever, pathetic.
“Okay.” I continued to walk along the corridor next to him. I didn’t mean to piss him off, I just really want to know what was bugging him. He has something important to ask me, and I want to know what it is.