Hansel and Gretel, wtf?
Yes! I (finally) make my big enterence to Livejournal with a (rather lame in my opinion) re-write of Hansel and Gretel ft. Matt, Mello, Watari, BB, and two nameless OCs. Aren't you proud?
Warning! Story gets progressively worse in quality as it progresses. Read at own risk.
Disclamer. I do not, in any way shape and or form, own Death Note. Or Hansel and Gretel.
Rating. PG. I think most of it comes from the (mild) language of Mello, otherwise, this would probably be rated G.
Matt and Mello, A Play off the Old Fairytale, Hansel and Gretal
Once upon a time, there lived two bright boys Mihael Keehl and Mail Jeevas. In an old and elaborate house in London, Mihael and Mail lived with their adoptive father and his butler who acted more like a guardian should then their real one did.
The boys, being fifteen at the most and having lived much of those years at an orphanage, were deeply and truly grateful to their adoptive parent, despite his rather strict and unforgiving behavior and rules.
Mihael and Mail, or Mello and Matt, as they liked to refer to themselves, were an inseparable duo, doing everything, from creating mischief and mayhem, to sneaking out to the local pub past curfew, together.
However, it was the boys’ love for mayhem that led to their current predicament: locked in their bedroom with no food for a week and hateful words.
“Man I just hate that guy!” burst Mello, punching the wall of their tiny shared bedroom. “I wish he would just curl up into a pit and die! I mean, it’s not like we need him anyway, we’re bright enough to take care of ourselves, aren’t we, Matt?”
After a swift kick from his longtime blond friend, Matt responded with a grunt. “Yeah, it’s too bad we need him around until we’re old enough, in the eyes of the law anyway, to take care of ourselves.”
“No kidding,” Mello replied with a sigh, slinking against the wall to join the redhead on the floor.
After a few long hours, the boys were awoken from the sound of their door opening slowly. Seeing the silhouetted figure, the teenagers tensed, not expecting to see the kind old wisely face of their beloved butler.
“Watari!” the boys shouted in unison, running up to hug the old man.
“Hush boys, hush. I don’t really have much time to explain the full situation to you,” the old man whispered.
“Huh, what situation could we possibly be in?” questioned Mello.
“Aside from the whole, you know, grounded-confined thing,” Matt replied dryly.
At that, the aging old man felt his lips rise in a small smile. “Yes, yes, excusing your whole ‘grounded-confined thing,’ it turns out that your father has been drinking heavily, and in his drunken ramblings, I overheard him talking about abandoning you two into the street!”
At this development, the boys only shared a look, eyes grim and determined.
“Don’t worry about us, Watari, we’ll be just fine in those streets,” said Matt after a long pause.
“Yeah, Watari, Matt and I will be fine. We’re old enough to look after ourselves now.”
After taking a minute to absorb what his charges have said, Watari simply nodded. “I know that you boys can take after yourselves, however, the police will not see that. They will only see two boys left in the street with expensive looking clothing. How do you think they will take that? They’ll throw you into prison, that’s what they’ll do!” Watari took a deep breath and continued. “And so, Matt, I’ve compiled a large quantity of small batteries for you to hold in your pockets. I want you to drop them every few feet or so when you go out. This way, you have a trail back home.” With that said the old man took a small pouch from behind his back and handed it to the startled red-haired teen.
Vowing to use the batteries, Matt stuffed the bag into his large pockets. Suddenly stiffening, looked past to see the drunken form of his so called father lumbering his way toward him. Matt moved to nudge the old man, but having heard the loud footsteps and various choices in language, Watari had already disappeared.
“C’mon you brats! … n’ver wanted ya anyway! I’ll show ya … good fer nothin’ kids! C’mere!” with an angry shout, the adoptive father grabbed the two teens by the arm painfully, and proceeded to drag them throughout the house.
Once outside, Matt remembered the batteries given to him, and proceeded to surreptitiously drop them every minute or so. However, after dropping his last one, Matt started to panic, only to be shoved quite viciously against a brick wall. Turning around angrily, Matt noticed that there was no other soul on the current street save for himself and Mello. After quickly checking for injuries, Matt and Mello proceeded to follow the glistening trail of batteries all the way back to their house.
Upon arrival, the two quickly and quietly snuck back into their room and crawled into bed exhausted.
The next day however, just as the two boys were beginning to rise, they were jolted out of their beds by their very angry father. “Just what are you two brats doing in my house? Go on, get! Use those brain-point things and find yourselves a new home!”
And so, the two boys found themselves subject to the same harsh behavior as the previous night, sans batteries and to a different location.
With a final “Punks!” from their adoptive father, Matt and Mello decided to wander around the streets of London for a while and, maybe find their house again.
However, after a good five hours of wandering the streets without food and shelter, the boys were ravenous of hunger.
So when a decidedly pale man with a prominent hump in his back and jelly stains all over his cotton white shirt approached the boys with promises of food, it only took the two a half-second to agree.
Moments later, the trio found themselves at a relatively small and inconspicuous house.
“Why please, come on in. You poor fellows look starving. Here, feel free to take anything and everything out of my kitchen. I’ll be in the back, changing if you need me.”
With that statement, the older black-haired man felt a large smile creep onto his face as he excused himself from the boys’ presence and saw the boys’ dash toward his refrigerator. While watching the boys scarf down the food brought an even larger and more grotesque smile onto the man’s face as the boys suddenly feel immediately to the floor, asleep.
Chuckling sinisterly, the man went and handcuffed the two boys to the nearest kitchen counter while he set up the kitchen. After all, it was impossible to have Kid Burgers and Stew without kids.
Several hours later, Matt and Mello found themselves awake, handcuffed to a cabinet door, and facing the sight of their “savior” stirring something in a very large pot.
“What in the name of all that is Nintendo are you doing” cried Matt after taking in the scene.
“More importantly, who are you and what are you planning on doing to us?” shouted Mello.
“Ah yes, I do believe our introductions got cut a bit short, didn’t they?” With another creepy grin, the old man introduced himself: “Why, my name is truly classified, but, you two can affectionately call me Beyond; or maybe just B for short. Great, now that we’ve covered my name, can I at least get the names of the kids I’m going to enjoy?”
After a short pause in which a silent battle of will took place, Mello was the one to break the silence. “I’m Mello,” he said, gesturing to himself “and that one’s Matt.”
“Matt and Mello, eh?” laughing mockingly, Beyond proceeded to stick out a hand. “I believe that we’re all going to be -”
“- You are going to be in prison!”
With that statement, a figure burst through an old dirty window. “I hope you rot in Hell!”
At the sight of their favorite grandfather, Matt and Mello burst out into frightened tears and yanked their chain-cuffs away from the cabinet.
“Oh Watari! You are the best! How did you ever know where to find us?” the duo burst out the moment they left the old house.
“Well, actually, do guys remember that time where you were given all of those shots that one day?” Watari sighed. “Well you see, that day acted more so as a … cover-up just so I could get tracking devices surgically attached, just in case something of this magnitude ever happened."
Seeing his charges shocked faces, Watari continued to console his precious boys as he went and took them home.
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Yeah, that was a rather abrupt ending. Maybe I'll change it (the story) and make it better. *shrug* Who knows? For now, I'm just content with posting *something*
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