How To Torture Mello 5Mello sighed, stretched, and laid down on his bed clad in only his M&M-patterned boxers. He was tired, and he knew that as soon as Matt came in, hed be challenged to beat him at some random video game.
Hey Mells, said the aforementioned gamer, sliding in with a smirk on his face. Any guesses to which game-, he broke off, seeing that Mello was still staring at the ceiling. Bad day?
Nah, just tired, answered the blonde, getting up and sitting in the desk chair. Anyway, which game?
GOD OF WAR, SHELLS YEAH! yelled Matt, brandishing a disc case. I will so totally pwn your guts at this!
Can you even play multiplayer?
Meanwhile, Near was getting annoyed at the lack of Mello-irking, as he leaned back in the air vent with Optimus Prime at his side. I dont know whats gotten into Matt, he remarked to the emotionless plastic robot, but it
How To Torture Mello 4A few days passed, Matt got over his Like a Virgin phase, and soon he was itching to prank Mello again.
So was Near.
Hed written so many ideas in that crazy little book, waited patiently, but Matt didnt do anything. This frustrated the little sheepy someone, who nearly thwacked Matt on the head during lunch.
But he didnt.
And it was a good thing that he was patient.
Mello yawned lazily, stretched, and looked over at Matt, who was lying on his back staring intently at the ceiling. Gmorning, he slurred, trying to keep his eyes open.
They laid in silence for a minute, then Rogers cane gave a couple of sharp raps against the door. WAKE UP! WAAAAKEEE UPPPPP!! he yelled, and Matt and Mello simultaneously groaned.
Remind me again what Roger always says? asked Mello, pulling on a pair of black ripped jeans.
Its a new day- began Matt, pulling a striped shirt over his head.
How To Torture Mello 3Mello walked back to his room from the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and dripping all over the freshly cleaned floor.
He knocked on the door- this was a habit hed developed, after walking into Matt in a very well, well call it compromising position- and Matt yelled COME IN.
Matt was lying face down on the floor, arms outstretched in the rug, feet up and waving around. His DS was open, sitting next to him, and blaring the tinny Mario theme.
What are you doing?! asked Mello, sitting down on the bed and poking the redhead with his toe.
Yoga, was the muffled reply, as Matt hoisted his upper body up off of the carpet and bent his back. Thiss called the Sun Salutation.
Matt plopped back down on the rug, turned over, and asked, Hey, isnt L coming down today?
Yeah, its on the calendar in the hallway. Why? You excited?
Hn, yeah. Just wonderi
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As soon as L and Watari closed the door quietly behind their retreating backs, Matt cracked open his eyes and pushed Nears limp white head off of his stomach.
It was time to prepare for his next escapade in torturing his roommate.
Mello and Near kept sleeping as he stole out of the room, tiptoeing over to his friend Losts room. Lost. Yo, LOST! he whispered/yelled.
A bleary-eyed scruffy girl came to the door. Whaddyawant?
I need some dresses. And skirts.
Lost looked at him like hed just suggested the existence of whangdoodles. Do I want to know why?
Matt grinned. Nope.
She sighed and went back into her room, rummaged around for a bit, and came back with an armful of lace, feathers, gauzy mesh, and fishnet stockings. Here. Give it back by Tuesday, mkay?
Matt nodded eagerly, taking the proffered bundle and running off to his room.
He had work to do.
Mello woke up with a start. DON
How To Torture Mello 1There are true name spoilers in this. Be warned.
Matt was bored.
Okay, this wasnt anything new, as many of his days began (and ended) with him muttering or loudly proclaiming this fact.
Hed beaten all the games for his Playstation, pink DS, Gameboy, and had even dragged out his old Nintendo 64 only to groan in anguish at the fact that hed beaten all of those games, too.
So what do you do when youre a fifteen-year old gamer with nothing to do?
Why, you go on a closet raid, of course.
So Matt hauled himself over to his and Mellos shared closet, inwardly thankful that the blonde was out doing something (in Mellos words, something epic). He opened the doors to be met by a landslide of stuff, toys, CDs, chocolate, DS styluses, more chocolate, clothes, more chocolate, costumes, and a book?
Curious, he picked it up, noting the faded, handwritten cover and the crinkled pages- this poor book had been through a lot- and brought it over to