Kinda Forgot Your Birthday
Fandom: Death Note
Characters/Pairings: MelloxMatt
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary/Notes: Mello forgot Matt's birthday. Again. (Originally written 10 February 2009.)
February first has always been like any other day for me. Yeah, it's my birthday, but so what? I mean, where I grew up, they don't even let you use your name. Why should they care about a little thing like turning a year older?
Me? Bitter about never getting any birthday presents? Nah . . .
...Maybe a little.
Mello, on the other hand, always gets gifts. True, no one actually knew when his birthday was, so he'd get cards in every month of the year except November. Don't ask me why not November. Maybe one day he just said, "My birthday's not in November." He'd probably do that.
Ugh, I'm rambling. I told myself I wouldn't do that.
Back on topic. Mello's birthday. These last few years, he's only gotten a present from me since we left Wammy's. And I happen to know his birthday, too. December 13. Yeah, all he ever gets is a bar of chocolate, and if he's not PMSing or whatever puts him in one of his moods, he gets a hug, too.
He never likes the hugs. I am severely underappreciated around here.
Where did this entire rant about Mello's birthday get started anyway? Oh yeah, with my birthday. Which Mello never remembers, except that one year he bought "me" a king-size Hershey's bar and ate it in front of me.
But this year, he will remember.
8:00 p.m. already, though, and he's still not showing any signs of remembering. Maybe this genius plan wasn't so genius after all. Or maybe Mello just needs a bit of prompting.
"Hey, Mello, know what today is?" I ask, not even looking up from my game.
"Tuesday," he answers. "Why?"
"What else is it?"
He pauses before answering, "February first."
"Exactly." Here, I look up at him. "And what is special about February first, Mello?"
I can practically see him thinking. Then he realizes what I'm hinting at and his face turns the slightest shade of red. He laughs awkwardly. "Oh . . . yeah . . . I . . . yeah, I kinda . . . forgot your birthday."
I stare him down. The goggles kind of weaken the effect, but it still works. "Sorry?" he adds.
I hold his gaze for a few more seconds before shrugging slightly and returning to my game.
Mello keeps staring at me, probably trying to figure out if I've gone completely crazy or what. He eventually gets up and heads to the kitchen. I hear him rummaging around for several minutes and try to keep from smirking.
He comes back into the room. "Matt?"
I ignore him. I'm pretty good at that.
"Matt."
Three seconds until . . .
"Matt!"
He jerks the game system from my hands. I look at him. "It only took you four seconds to yell at me. Normally it takes five. What's the emergency?"
"Where's the chocolate?"
"You took me away from my games for your chocolate?"
"We don't have any. You were supposed to get some today. Where is it?"
"Oh, yeah . . . I kinda forgot your chocolate." Pretty much exactly what Mello said earlier, only I'm not the least bit embarrassed about it.
He glares at me. "This is because I forgot your birthday gift, isn't it?"
I don't answer him. Instead, I grab my video game back from his hands and turn the power back on.
He shakes his head slightly before grabbing his coat (it is February, after all) and heading out the door. Probably to go get some chocolate himself. And hopefully a gift. That would be nice of him.
In the meantime, though, I am determined to beat this game. That I bought for myself. As my own present.
Still bitter? What gave you that idea?
---
Mello finally comes back, holding a relatively large bag of chocolate. It had probably been larger before Mello's walk home. Freaking chocoholic. He grabs the next bar from the pile and tears it open.
I cough, in my usual subtle fashion. Mello barely glances in my direction. I cough again, more obnoxiously. This time, Mello actually looks at me for a moment. "What do you want?"
"Guess."
Mello finishes off his chocolate. I'm assuming that means I don't get a present after all. I sigh and let myself get lost in my video game again.
I feel a hand pull my head back and, before I can realize what's happening, Mello. . . Mello kisses me.
Completely out of the blue, too. I can't see my eyes, but I'm pretty sure they take up about half my face. Mello, of course, is taking up the other half.
Just as I get used to the idea that Mello is kissing me, and I'm starting to enjoy it, and my hands are moving toward his hair to pull him closer, he pulls away. I'm breathing hard, and Mello grins as he looks at me.
"You got your birthday present. Happy?"
I nod, still in a bit of a daze.
"Just don't expect me to do that again anytime soon."
I nod again. It's about the only thing I can do. But then an idea comes to me. "Mello?"
"What?"
I pause, then finally decide to spit it out. "Valentine's Day, can we make out?"
Mello picks up my video game, which I'd dropped on the floor, and throws it at my head.
Characters/Pairings: MelloxMatt
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary/Notes: Mello forgot Matt's birthday. Again. (Originally written 10 February 2009.)
February first has always been like any other day for me. Yeah, it's my birthday, but so what? I mean, where I grew up, they don't even let you use your name. Why should they care about a little thing like turning a year older?
Me? Bitter about never getting any birthday presents? Nah . . .
...Maybe a little.
Mello, on the other hand, always gets gifts. True, no one actually knew when his birthday was, so he'd get cards in every month of the year except November. Don't ask me why not November. Maybe one day he just said, "My birthday's not in November." He'd probably do that.
Ugh, I'm rambling. I told myself I wouldn't do that.
Back on topic. Mello's birthday. These last few years, he's only gotten a present from me since we left Wammy's. And I happen to know his birthday, too. December 13. Yeah, all he ever gets is a bar of chocolate, and if he's not PMSing or whatever puts him in one of his moods, he gets a hug, too.
He never likes the hugs. I am severely underappreciated around here.
Where did this entire rant about Mello's birthday get started anyway? Oh yeah, with my birthday. Which Mello never remembers, except that one year he bought "me" a king-size Hershey's bar and ate it in front of me.
But this year, he will remember.
8:00 p.m. already, though, and he's still not showing any signs of remembering. Maybe this genius plan wasn't so genius after all. Or maybe Mello just needs a bit of prompting.
"Hey, Mello, know what today is?" I ask, not even looking up from my game.
"Tuesday," he answers. "Why?"
"What else is it?"
He pauses before answering, "February first."
"Exactly." Here, I look up at him. "And what is special about February first, Mello?"
I can practically see him thinking. Then he realizes what I'm hinting at and his face turns the slightest shade of red. He laughs awkwardly. "Oh . . . yeah . . . I . . . yeah, I kinda . . . forgot your birthday."
I stare him down. The goggles kind of weaken the effect, but it still works. "Sorry?" he adds.
I hold his gaze for a few more seconds before shrugging slightly and returning to my game.
Mello keeps staring at me, probably trying to figure out if I've gone completely crazy or what. He eventually gets up and heads to the kitchen. I hear him rummaging around for several minutes and try to keep from smirking.
He comes back into the room. "Matt?"
I ignore him. I'm pretty good at that.
"Matt."
Three seconds until . . .
"Matt!"
He jerks the game system from my hands. I look at him. "It only took you four seconds to yell at me. Normally it takes five. What's the emergency?"
"Where's the chocolate?"
"You took me away from my games for your chocolate?"
"We don't have any. You were supposed to get some today. Where is it?"
"Oh, yeah . . . I kinda forgot your chocolate." Pretty much exactly what Mello said earlier, only I'm not the least bit embarrassed about it.
He glares at me. "This is because I forgot your birthday gift, isn't it?"
I don't answer him. Instead, I grab my video game back from his hands and turn the power back on.
He shakes his head slightly before grabbing his coat (it is February, after all) and heading out the door. Probably to go get some chocolate himself. And hopefully a gift. That would be nice of him.
In the meantime, though, I am determined to beat this game. That I bought for myself. As my own present.
Still bitter? What gave you that idea?
---
Mello finally comes back, holding a relatively large bag of chocolate. It had probably been larger before Mello's walk home. Freaking chocoholic. He grabs the next bar from the pile and tears it open.
I cough, in my usual subtle fashion. Mello barely glances in my direction. I cough again, more obnoxiously. This time, Mello actually looks at me for a moment. "What do you want?"
"Guess."
Mello finishes off his chocolate. I'm assuming that means I don't get a present after all. I sigh and let myself get lost in my video game again.
I feel a hand pull my head back and, before I can realize what's happening, Mello. . . Mello kisses me.
Completely out of the blue, too. I can't see my eyes, but I'm pretty sure they take up about half my face. Mello, of course, is taking up the other half.
Just as I get used to the idea that Mello is kissing me, and I'm starting to enjoy it, and my hands are moving toward his hair to pull him closer, he pulls away. I'm breathing hard, and Mello grins as he looks at me.
"You got your birthday present. Happy?"
I nod, still in a bit of a daze.
"Just don't expect me to do that again anytime soon."
I nod again. It's about the only thing I can do. But then an idea comes to me. "Mello?"
"What?"
I pause, then finally decide to spit it out. "Valentine's Day, can we make out?"
Mello picks up my video game, which I'd dropped on the floor, and throws it at my head.