Death Note fanfiction
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tallulahgsI don't like writing about the Death Note Mafia.
[Title] Playground Violence
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG
[Pairings/Characters] Matt, Mello, Rod Ross
[Warnings] Vague references to Mafia violence?
[Word Count] 925
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dn_contest, prompt "Rod Ross".
Matt never used to have to worry about not liking Mello's other friends because Mello didn't have any other friends. Oh, he had acquaintances and he had people who knew people and he had mates he could have a game of football with, but the only friend he had was Matt.
Matt knows this now, if he didn't then.
Also, Mello's not-friends were all Wammy's House kids and even the most annoying twitchy neurotic social-skills-deficit of them was still relatable to on some level, even if it was just that you both didn't see the point of being forced out into the fresh air after lunch every day. Now...
Now Mello is, if not really meaning it, at least giving the impression that he doesn't do friends any more. Okay, he always did like to give off impressions (I climbed out onto the kitchen roof and I didn't even wobble once) (only sad losers like Near do homework) (Pokemon's for geeks anyway) but Matt always knew he was only doing it because and just shrugged and carried on gaming.
Maybe that's why he and Mello were friends.
Now Mello talks the talk and Matt almost believes it because Mello doesn't even seem to be trying to impress him, it's just the remarks he drops into conversation, yeah, I've been to that bar, that was - when was it, was it after we chopped off Emerson's fingers? Yeah? Okay, so it was back in July -
Plus his irises are tiny and he watches everything too closely and he only seems to have a couple of masks, like an angry mask and a smirking mask, that he just wears all the time, and once Matt would've started calling him Hexadecimal but a) he reckons Mello wouldn't remember the reference to some dumb kids' show they used to watch and b) he... just isn't sure he wants to.
Rod Ross and the other members of the Mafia (the Mafia, for pete's sake, like they're in some black-and-white movie, like they should all be wearing spats and carrying violin cases) aren't helping, Matt's pretty sure. The trouble is that they're not just brutal and probably psychopathic, they're also stupid, and Mello knows they're stupid. Mello knows that he's the best in this team even if he's still got Kira and Near to defeat.
Mello may not ever have known that he's the best before.
Matt doesn't like having a friend who has friends who cap people in the head or chop off limbs or throw people in the river wearing concrete shoes or whatever other cliches Mafia guys do (and the cliches are bad enough, the reality is way worse). He's not sure he likes having a friend who does stuff like that himself.
He's not stupid. He knows what Mello's capable of when you appeal to his sense of competition. Which is what Rod Ross does, which is why Matt really doesn't like Rod Ross.
That is the reason. It's not just that Rod Ross is dumb and crude and ignores Matt completely because in his mental landscape kids like them are worth nothing unless they've proved themselves the way Mello did (and how did Mello prove himself? Something else Matt doesn't want to know).
And it's not that Rod says how high when Mello says jump and so Mello actually deigns to grin at him or make dirty jokes or catchphrases to events Matt never witnessed (and is glad he didn't). It's not that Matt keeps watching them and thinking that maybe he's just the same, that maybe the only reason he and Mello are friends is because he's willing to go along with whatever stupid ideas Mello cooks up, that maybe he is just as moronic as the bare-chested bare-headed man sitting across from him and fondling the bleach-blonde hooker and looking flattered when she purrs ooh, you're so strong like he thinks he really is irresistible.
Matt says he'll be there when it all goes down, but he makes excuses not to be around during the planning stages. Like Mello's a girl who won't stop begging for another date. This sort of politeness makes his mouth taste sour (since when have he and Mello ever been polite to each other?) and so he throws himself into the games, and tries not to wonder what kind of loser relies on beating his own high score in Tetris to give his life meaning.
Afterwards, after Mello has pounded on Matt's motel room door at four a.m. with his wounds glistening in the streetlight, after Matt has stood in the chemist's trying to work out whether it's better to buy regular painkillers or risk asking for over-the-counter stuff (my friend had an accident with a chip pan fire), after that, Matt remembers to check what happened to the Mafia and Mello shrugs and says, Dead. Heart attacks. Oh, and the explosion, I guess.
And Matt knows he shouldn't be as happy as he in fact is, but he doesn't care. Maybe he's changed too.
[Title] Playground Violence
[Fandom] Death Note
[Rating] PG
[Pairings/Characters] Matt, Mello, Rod Ross
[Warnings] Vague references to Mafia violence?
[Word Count] 925
Written for and crossposted to
dn_contest, prompt "Rod Ross".Matt never used to have to worry about not liking Mello's other friends because Mello didn't have any other friends. Oh, he had acquaintances and he had people who knew people and he had mates he could have a game of football with, but the only friend he had was Matt.
Matt knows this now, if he didn't then.
Also, Mello's not-friends were all Wammy's House kids and even the most annoying twitchy neurotic social-skills-deficit of them was still relatable to on some level, even if it was just that you both didn't see the point of being forced out into the fresh air after lunch every day. Now...
Now Mello is, if not really meaning it, at least giving the impression that he doesn't do friends any more. Okay, he always did like to give off impressions (I climbed out onto the kitchen roof and I didn't even wobble once) (only sad losers like Near do homework) (Pokemon's for geeks anyway) but Matt always knew he was only doing it because and just shrugged and carried on gaming.
Maybe that's why he and Mello were friends.
Now Mello talks the talk and Matt almost believes it because Mello doesn't even seem to be trying to impress him, it's just the remarks he drops into conversation, yeah, I've been to that bar, that was - when was it, was it after we chopped off Emerson's fingers? Yeah? Okay, so it was back in July -
Plus his irises are tiny and he watches everything too closely and he only seems to have a couple of masks, like an angry mask and a smirking mask, that he just wears all the time, and once Matt would've started calling him Hexadecimal but a) he reckons Mello wouldn't remember the reference to some dumb kids' show they used to watch and b) he... just isn't sure he wants to.
Rod Ross and the other members of the Mafia (the Mafia, for pete's sake, like they're in some black-and-white movie, like they should all be wearing spats and carrying violin cases) aren't helping, Matt's pretty sure. The trouble is that they're not just brutal and probably psychopathic, they're also stupid, and Mello knows they're stupid. Mello knows that he's the best in this team even if he's still got Kira and Near to defeat.
Mello may not ever have known that he's the best before.
Matt doesn't like having a friend who has friends who cap people in the head or chop off limbs or throw people in the river wearing concrete shoes or whatever other cliches Mafia guys do (and the cliches are bad enough, the reality is way worse). He's not sure he likes having a friend who does stuff like that himself.
He's not stupid. He knows what Mello's capable of when you appeal to his sense of competition. Which is what Rod Ross does, which is why Matt really doesn't like Rod Ross.
That is the reason. It's not just that Rod Ross is dumb and crude and ignores Matt completely because in his mental landscape kids like them are worth nothing unless they've proved themselves the way Mello did (and how did Mello prove himself? Something else Matt doesn't want to know).
And it's not that Rod says how high when Mello says jump and so Mello actually deigns to grin at him or make dirty jokes or catchphrases to events Matt never witnessed (and is glad he didn't). It's not that Matt keeps watching them and thinking that maybe he's just the same, that maybe the only reason he and Mello are friends is because he's willing to go along with whatever stupid ideas Mello cooks up, that maybe he is just as moronic as the bare-chested bare-headed man sitting across from him and fondling the bleach-blonde hooker and looking flattered when she purrs ooh, you're so strong like he thinks he really is irresistible.
Matt says he'll be there when it all goes down, but he makes excuses not to be around during the planning stages. Like Mello's a girl who won't stop begging for another date. This sort of politeness makes his mouth taste sour (since when have he and Mello ever been polite to each other?) and so he throws himself into the games, and tries not to wonder what kind of loser relies on beating his own high score in Tetris to give his life meaning.
Afterwards, after Mello has pounded on Matt's motel room door at four a.m. with his wounds glistening in the streetlight, after Matt has stood in the chemist's trying to work out whether it's better to buy regular painkillers or risk asking for over-the-counter stuff (my friend had an accident with a chip pan fire), after that, Matt remembers to check what happened to the Mafia and Mello shrugs and says, Dead. Heart attacks. Oh, and the explosion, I guess.
And Matt knows he shouldn't be as happy as he in fact is, but he doesn't care. Maybe he's changed too.
