1,000 Themes - #272
Title: Flavor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cursing
Words: 1743
Series: Death Note/Loveless crossover
Pairings/Characters: Kio x Mello, hints of Matt x Mello and Soubi x Kio
The boy didn’t have his ears. That was the first thing Kio noticed about the extremely feminine blond who entered the art room, glittering gold detective badge shoved out for all to see. The only thing manly about him was the gun shoved down the front of his tight leather pants and the way he commanded and barked out orders to the policemen and crime scene investigators who followed him into the room full of tables, stools, and infinite pieces of artwork. He didn’t look like a detective at all, what with his furry boots and coat, second layer of leather skin from the hips--not waist, not at all--down, and silky blond hair. He looked like a girl who would look very nice with a piercing or five.
But that’s beside the point. All that mattered right now was that Kio was separated from Soubi--he talked himself out of getting questioned, that bastard!--and stuck in a cold room, seated in a foldable metal chair. Just great…
Then the blond slammed open the door and strutted on in, with a redhead in tow. This boy had his ears, a pretty burgundy color to match his chestnut hair, a cute dog-like tail, and orange goggles. His ears were pressed down some; he was obviously not very comfortable.
“Matt, get out. You’re not allowed in here.” the blond said shortly, not allowing any room for argument. Matt, the redhead with his ears, stared at him before turning to leave without a word, shutting the door behind him. Kio blanched. Did that boy seriously just take that?!
“Hey, that’s not nice to say to your boyfriend.” he commented, narrowing his eyes at the detective behind square-framed glasses. The detective glared right back, and was much more menacing. Sort of like Soubi…
“He’s my dog. He’ll obey my every command.”
Kio had to laugh. “Dog? I know his tail’s like a puppy’s, but sheesh! Big difference from cat!”
Detective Gun-In-My-Pants, as Kio named him, slammed his hand down on the fold-up card table, making it rattle and wobble violently. It was enough to make the art student jump a hypothetical ten feet in the air.
“What the hell?!”
“We are not here to talk about my dog! The matter at hand is getting this interrogation fucking over with!” the detective roared.
“Temper much? Besides, I won’t talk to anyone if I don’t know their names.” Kio snapped, actually snapping his fingers. Still glaring and fist clenched, the leather-clad man straightened up. God, this guy was sexy…
“I am Detective Mihael Keehl. I am currently involved in a case involving your school, so I’m going to ask you a few questions.” Detective Keehl ground out. Kio found the name funny.
“Okay…I don’t know anything, I can tell you that now. Unless it’s about Soubi, I’ve got loads of shit on him!” he exclaimed, almost excitedly.
Detective Keehl exhaled. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”
A flat look from the face of Kio was the next thing to irritate the detective. “You know, you could be nicer. Then I’d be more obligated to help you out. But nooooo, you just have to be a PMS-y Sherlock Holmes, huh? Do you have an easier name to remember? Your accent’s weird.” the student blurted without a care, just a pointed, nonchalant stare.
And Detective Keehl was not impressed.
“Most of the time when you’re nice, you get stabbed in the back. And if you are the cause of all this fucking trouble, then why the fuck should I be anything close to pleasant towards you?! And if you must have something simpler, try Mello, since you obviously can’t distinguish what the fuck I’ve just said!” Mello shouted, getting more ticked by the second. This was really a pain in the ass…
Kio ignored just about everything that was said. “Mello?” he questioned, and stared at Mello’s hair, examining it. Then he smiled, nice and big. “Ah. Mello-Yellow. But you’re not exactly mellow, are you?”
“For the love of--will you quit being a cheeky smart-ass and cooperate?!”
“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it~”
Mello’s hand twitched towards his gun, which was still stuffed down his pants, but instead plopped in the chair across from Kio, glaring at him with annoyed hazel eyes. And, ever observant, Kio pointed out,
“Hey, you have no eyebrows. Did you pluck too much as a teenager? ‘Cause I mean, holy crap, there’s seriously nothing there!”
Mello looked as if he was about to strangle Kio right then and there. “Orphanage prank. And I’m 18, for your information.”
Kio blinked. “Two years younger…” he murmured, then burst out laughing. Mello gave him an odd look, and wondered if he needed to place this piercing-maniac in a mental institution.
“Kio Kaidoh, may I ask WHAT THE FUCK IS SO DAMNED FUNNY?!”
Kio calmed down, but was still snickering. “I, I was just thinking about Soubi, ha ha! I’m his wife and he goes for the kids who are 8 freaking years younger than him! It’s just hilarious how he picks a 6th grader over me!”
Mello…was now disturbed. “I don’t want to know, that’s not my department. Don’t want it to be. But that sounds more like something someone would be sad about. Not find side-splittingly funny.”
“Oh, no, it’s depressing! I’m not sure why I find it so funny right now! Maybe it’s because I’m thinking about
how fuckable you are when you’ve got no ears but your Matt-dog-thing still has his! It’s just so weird!”
The papers Mello had carried in were immediately crumpled in his fist as he held back from lashing out at Kio. The guy sure had some nerve…
“Kaidoh…”
“Seriously! How’d that happen? You’re here earless, and he’s following you with his ears pressed to his head! Is he younger? Older? Looks like he’s no older than 17!”
Mello went blank at what Kio was implying. Tell him why his ears were…?
He pounded his fists on the table again, leaving a gigantic dent, and shot up from his seat so fast his chair fell over in a loud clambering symphony of noise. Kio shut up just in time to watch the young--almost too young--detective storm out of the room, slamming the door open and then slamming it shut. Then…
“I CAN’T WORK WITH HIM!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “CALM DOWN”?! MATT, I REFUSE TO TALK TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!! I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT L THINKS RIGHT NOW!!! UGH!! FINE!! JUST BRING THE FUCKER IN TOMORROW!!!”
Kio could hear him screeching even from behind the thick walls and closed door. That kid was loud…definitely a screamer, as well as a definite squirmer, from how physically reactive he was to the littlest thing. He was all too fuckable, so much that Kio might even say “no” to Soubi if he had to pick between the two. Soubi may have had intriguing qualities, but Mello, well, he gave one hell of a show.
Kio looked over, recalling that he heard something drop as Mello had stormed out. There, on the floor, was a chocolate bar. It was still in its silver wrapping, obviously being saved since the foil was wrapped around the top of the bar. He walked over and picked it up, looking at it.
“So he likes chocolate…? Woman.”
~*~
Kio was eventually released, but he didn’t leave the station quite yet. Instead, he lingered outside, sucking on a DumDum while he waited. Honestly, with that temper he didn’t expect Mello to be staying much longer.
Sure enough, after almost an hour of waiting, Mello was stomping outside, ranting to Matt.
“And then he--!”
“Hey, Mello!”
Mello stopped dead in his tracks and turned sharply towards Kio. The glare in his hazel eyes honestly scared Kio more than Soubi ever did, and it was quite an accomplishment, especially for a guy who was supposed to be in high school.
Kio trotted over to him and took out his sucker from his mouth, as well as the dropped chocolate bar from his pocket. Mello’s attention went directly to it, which he found amusing. Yep, this guy was addicted.
“You dropped this. Looked like you were saving it.” he said as he handed it to him. Mello snatched it up in an instant, giving Kio a suspicious look. It took a nudge from Matt for Mello to thank him.
“Uh, thanks. I guess. Bastard.”
Matt sighed behind him and plucked a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, picking one out and lighting it, stuffing the rest of the pack back in his vest.
“Hey! That’s bad for you!”
Kio and Mello blinked at each other when they realized they both shouted the warning scold at the same time. Matt cocked his head and shrugged, smoking the deathstick anyway.
Mello growled. “Will you quit that?! It makes your breath smell! And you taste horrible!” he stated, giving the redhead a light shove. Kio stared.
Taste…? Hmm…
“Mello.”
Mello turned his head, and was taken by complete surprise when Kio kissed him, tongue swooping in and all. The kiss--if it could be called that--was short, but shocked the detective enough to make him pale considerably; Matt, red ears perked up at last, dropped his cigarette from his mouth.
Kio, however, was licking his lips. “You taste a little like chocolate. And cigarettes.” he said and then smirked. “I think I’ve got a new favorite flavor~”
He left with a bounce in his step, not putting the sucker back in his mouth until Mello’s taste vanished, leaving the orphan detectives to stare at him with blanched expressions.
~*~
“Soubi~!”
Soubi glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, Kio?”
Kio, beaming, skipped over to him. “I have a deal for you~” he sang.
The Fighter smirked. “And what do you propose?”
“I~ will let you smoke as long as you start a diet consisted mainly of chocolate. And I’ll forgive you for totally ditching me today if you kiss me everyday once you start that cigarette-chocolate diet~”
Soubi blinked. That…was an odd request. Even for Kio. But he smiled.
“I’ll consider it.”
Kio was about to cheer--
“If you tell me what got you craving such a flavor.”
--but then he ended up flopping over Soubi with a full pout.
“You’re so mean to me~” he whined, but as long as this got him Soubi-Mello-flavored kisses, he guessed he wouldn’t mind so much.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cursing
Words: 1743
Series: Death Note/Loveless crossover
Pairings/Characters: Kio x Mello, hints of Matt x Mello and Soubi x Kio
The boy didn’t have his ears. That was the first thing Kio noticed about the extremely feminine blond who entered the art room, glittering gold detective badge shoved out for all to see. The only thing manly about him was the gun shoved down the front of his tight leather pants and the way he commanded and barked out orders to the policemen and crime scene investigators who followed him into the room full of tables, stools, and infinite pieces of artwork. He didn’t look like a detective at all, what with his furry boots and coat, second layer of leather skin from the hips--not waist, not at all--down, and silky blond hair. He looked like a girl who would look very nice with a piercing or five.
But that’s beside the point. All that mattered right now was that Kio was separated from Soubi--he talked himself out of getting questioned, that bastard!--and stuck in a cold room, seated in a foldable metal chair. Just great…
Then the blond slammed open the door and strutted on in, with a redhead in tow. This boy had his ears, a pretty burgundy color to match his chestnut hair, a cute dog-like tail, and orange goggles. His ears were pressed down some; he was obviously not very comfortable.
“Matt, get out. You’re not allowed in here.” the blond said shortly, not allowing any room for argument. Matt, the redhead with his ears, stared at him before turning to leave without a word, shutting the door behind him. Kio blanched. Did that boy seriously just take that?!
“Hey, that’s not nice to say to your boyfriend.” he commented, narrowing his eyes at the detective behind square-framed glasses. The detective glared right back, and was much more menacing. Sort of like Soubi…
“He’s my dog. He’ll obey my every command.”
Kio had to laugh. “Dog? I know his tail’s like a puppy’s, but sheesh! Big difference from cat!”
Detective Gun-In-My-Pants, as Kio named him, slammed his hand down on the fold-up card table, making it rattle and wobble violently. It was enough to make the art student jump a hypothetical ten feet in the air.
“What the hell?!”
“We are not here to talk about my dog! The matter at hand is getting this interrogation fucking over with!” the detective roared.
“Temper much? Besides, I won’t talk to anyone if I don’t know their names.” Kio snapped, actually snapping his fingers. Still glaring and fist clenched, the leather-clad man straightened up. God, this guy was sexy…
“I am Detective Mihael Keehl. I am currently involved in a case involving your school, so I’m going to ask you a few questions.” Detective Keehl ground out. Kio found the name funny.
“Okay…I don’t know anything, I can tell you that now. Unless it’s about Soubi, I’ve got loads of shit on him!” he exclaimed, almost excitedly.
Detective Keehl exhaled. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.”
A flat look from the face of Kio was the next thing to irritate the detective. “You know, you could be nicer. Then I’d be more obligated to help you out. But nooooo, you just have to be a PMS-y Sherlock Holmes, huh? Do you have an easier name to remember? Your accent’s weird.” the student blurted without a care, just a pointed, nonchalant stare.
And Detective Keehl was not impressed.
“Most of the time when you’re nice, you get stabbed in the back. And if you are the cause of all this fucking trouble, then why the fuck should I be anything close to pleasant towards you?! And if you must have something simpler, try Mello, since you obviously can’t distinguish what the fuck I’ve just said!” Mello shouted, getting more ticked by the second. This was really a pain in the ass…
Kio ignored just about everything that was said. “Mello?” he questioned, and stared at Mello’s hair, examining it. Then he smiled, nice and big. “Ah. Mello-Yellow. But you’re not exactly mellow, are you?”
“For the love of--will you quit being a cheeky smart-ass and cooperate?!”
“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it~”
Mello’s hand twitched towards his gun, which was still stuffed down his pants, but instead plopped in the chair across from Kio, glaring at him with annoyed hazel eyes. And, ever observant, Kio pointed out,
“Hey, you have no eyebrows. Did you pluck too much as a teenager? ‘Cause I mean, holy crap, there’s seriously nothing there!”
Mello looked as if he was about to strangle Kio right then and there. “Orphanage prank. And I’m 18, for your information.”
Kio blinked. “Two years younger…” he murmured, then burst out laughing. Mello gave him an odd look, and wondered if he needed to place this piercing-maniac in a mental institution.
“Kio Kaidoh, may I ask WHAT THE FUCK IS SO DAMNED FUNNY?!”
Kio calmed down, but was still snickering. “I, I was just thinking about Soubi, ha ha! I’m his wife and he goes for the kids who are 8 freaking years younger than him! It’s just hilarious how he picks a 6th grader over me!”
Mello…was now disturbed. “I don’t want to know, that’s not my department. Don’t want it to be. But that sounds more like something someone would be sad about. Not find side-splittingly funny.”
“Oh, no, it’s depressing! I’m not sure why I find it so funny right now! Maybe it’s because I’m thinking about
how fuckable you are when you’ve got no ears but your Matt-dog-thing still has his! It’s just so weird!”
The papers Mello had carried in were immediately crumpled in his fist as he held back from lashing out at Kio. The guy sure had some nerve…
“Kaidoh…”
“Seriously! How’d that happen? You’re here earless, and he’s following you with his ears pressed to his head! Is he younger? Older? Looks like he’s no older than 17!”
Mello went blank at what Kio was implying. Tell him why his ears were…?
He pounded his fists on the table again, leaving a gigantic dent, and shot up from his seat so fast his chair fell over in a loud clambering symphony of noise. Kio shut up just in time to watch the young--almost too young--detective storm out of the room, slamming the door open and then slamming it shut. Then…
“I CAN’T WORK WITH HIM!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “CALM DOWN”?! MATT, I REFUSE TO TALK TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!! I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT L THINKS RIGHT NOW!!! UGH!! FINE!! JUST BRING THE FUCKER IN TOMORROW!!!”
Kio could hear him screeching even from behind the thick walls and closed door. That kid was loud…definitely a screamer, as well as a definite squirmer, from how physically reactive he was to the littlest thing. He was all too fuckable, so much that Kio might even say “no” to Soubi if he had to pick between the two. Soubi may have had intriguing qualities, but Mello, well, he gave one hell of a show.
Kio looked over, recalling that he heard something drop as Mello had stormed out. There, on the floor, was a chocolate bar. It was still in its silver wrapping, obviously being saved since the foil was wrapped around the top of the bar. He walked over and picked it up, looking at it.
“So he likes chocolate…? Woman.”
~*~
Kio was eventually released, but he didn’t leave the station quite yet. Instead, he lingered outside, sucking on a DumDum while he waited. Honestly, with that temper he didn’t expect Mello to be staying much longer.
Sure enough, after almost an hour of waiting, Mello was stomping outside, ranting to Matt.
“And then he--!”
“Hey, Mello!”
Mello stopped dead in his tracks and turned sharply towards Kio. The glare in his hazel eyes honestly scared Kio more than Soubi ever did, and it was quite an accomplishment, especially for a guy who was supposed to be in high school.
Kio trotted over to him and took out his sucker from his mouth, as well as the dropped chocolate bar from his pocket. Mello’s attention went directly to it, which he found amusing. Yep, this guy was addicted.
“You dropped this. Looked like you were saving it.” he said as he handed it to him. Mello snatched it up in an instant, giving Kio a suspicious look. It took a nudge from Matt for Mello to thank him.
“Uh, thanks. I guess. Bastard.”
Matt sighed behind him and plucked a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, picking one out and lighting it, stuffing the rest of the pack back in his vest.
“Hey! That’s bad for you!”
Kio and Mello blinked at each other when they realized they both shouted the warning scold at the same time. Matt cocked his head and shrugged, smoking the deathstick anyway.
Mello growled. “Will you quit that?! It makes your breath smell! And you taste horrible!” he stated, giving the redhead a light shove. Kio stared.
Taste…? Hmm…
“Mello.”
Mello turned his head, and was taken by complete surprise when Kio kissed him, tongue swooping in and all. The kiss--if it could be called that--was short, but shocked the detective enough to make him pale considerably; Matt, red ears perked up at last, dropped his cigarette from his mouth.
Kio, however, was licking his lips. “You taste a little like chocolate. And cigarettes.” he said and then smirked. “I think I’ve got a new favorite flavor~”
He left with a bounce in his step, not putting the sucker back in his mouth until Mello’s taste vanished, leaving the orphan detectives to stare at him with blanched expressions.
~*~
“Soubi~!”
Soubi glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, Kio?”
Kio, beaming, skipped over to him. “I have a deal for you~” he sang.
The Fighter smirked. “And what do you propose?”
“I~ will let you smoke as long as you start a diet consisted mainly of chocolate. And I’ll forgive you for totally ditching me today if you kiss me everyday once you start that cigarette-chocolate diet~”
Soubi blinked. That…was an odd request. Even for Kio. But he smiled.
“I’ll consider it.”
Kio was about to cheer--
“If you tell me what got you craving such a flavor.”
--but then he ended up flopping over Soubi with a full pout.
“You’re so mean to me~” he whined, but as long as this got him Soubi-Mello-flavored kisses, he guessed he wouldn’t mind so much.