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Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same A part of him hadn't expected Matt to swallow his words like a little bitch but now that the redhead was annoyingly fueling a confrontation, Mello certainly wished the kid had no backbone. He stood his ground, pupils narrowed piercingly at the other male. If looks could kill, Matt would have dropped dead on the floor the second he took those gutsy steps towards him. Unfortunately, his menacing gaze alone didn't do much but prove he really was a cocky little bastard who wouldn't take Matt's childish taunting with a grain of salt. You don't have to trust me with anything, idiot, the insult rolled off his tongue none-too-easily. Just stay out of my way. Mello honestly had no bone to pick with Matt nor did he think this tiff was worth the extra effort and time of standing there, tossing immature banter back and forth with a redhead who clearly underestimated him. He had half the mind to leave, but Matt strangely grated on his nerves even with the shallowest of remarks. Girly hands, really? Anyone else could have pointed out that Mello looked like a blonde bitch and he wouldn't have given two shits about that, but this... he pissed him off. I'll wring your neck with them if you keep pissing me off, he threatened, and they truly weren't empty words when one knew how temperamental and violent Mello's nature was. The crowd of passing students had thickened a bit, but it wasn't the peer pressure of being the tougher male that pushed him to take a step closer. A bit too close for comfort, maybe, because Mello instantly regretted his move when the stench of cigarettes shot up his nose. He scowled. And don't call me that. If the hall monitor hadn't intervened when she had, Mello would have started a fight, a real brawl, and at least one of the two would have ended up bloody and bruised. The blonde backed off, just before he caught a glimpse of the forest-green eyes veiled beneath those shitty goggles and thought for a split second that Matt was maybe a bit attractive for a stupid fuck. He did have a thing for green eyes, after all. And redheads. Just not this one. Mello shoved past him, ignoring the hall monitor who was in the middle of writing both of them citations for disturbing the peace. He didn't give a fuck, and he didn't give one until the end of school as he walked off campus, still thinking about how aggravating that redheaded fucker was.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Mello tried for a good attendance record whenever he could, but more pressing matters often arose and the blonde's desk was often empty than it was not. Today was one of those mornings Mello actually dragged himself out of bed to go to school for, and circumstance kept him from keeping the first bell. He took the shorter route to the campus but there were three burly men, most likely members from an enemy gang, that stood like impassable boulders in his way. It was going to be a pain in the ass to wiggle his way out of this one without some sort of physical altercation. He sighed. How annoying. He only hoped that they were dumb enough to mistake him for a normal high school student, although Mello was quite the talk in the streets nowadays. Instead of circling around their turf, the blonde had the nerve to walk right through them, which he shouldn't have if he was truly in a rush to be in school. Well, well, if it isn't pretty little Mello! Going to school? one of the enemy gang members howled with laughter. Run along then, like a good boy! Technically, he was off the hook. If Mello possessed the self-restraint to walk away from a fight, he wouldn't have missed the first bell nor gotten himself in the scrape he was getting himself into now. As soon as the lead shithead of the group finished speaking, the blonde had already sliced open a gash across his cheek with a concealed blade. His attack was quick and effective, but certainly not painless. Mello grinned when he saw for himself the damage he had inflicted, the way his perfect cut tore open the fucker's mouth wide enough for him to look like the Joker. An ugly one, at least. His small victory was short-lived as he was punched to the ground by the other two men. It hurt. It hurt like hell to have his ribs kicked in and his face scuffed against the asphalt but Mello still wore a menacing grin when the men held him up by his hair. You little shit! the others barked, hoping to wipe the haunting smirk off his face with a few more kicks to his muzzle and diaphragm. Mello hacked up blood, but even the unpleasant taste of iron pooling in his mouth didn't taste so bad when he gazed upon the shithead's mangled face and knew he had done that. Fuck you! the blonde screamed, stabbing one of his perpetrators in the shoulder before he was tossed to the ground again, being beaten black and blue.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Something like that, Mello replied casually, wondering if Matt would actually believe that he had sneaked into an unfurnished sublet knowing it was unoccupied. The blonde realized halfway into the third question Matt asked how troublesome it was to have a partner constantly mouthing off like Mello was obliged to answer him. At least one of them was more invested in figuring the other person out, while Mello was completely content not knowing too much about Matt... until he was told the redhead was a hacker, a proficient one at that. The school only held information Mello wanted them to know but if Matt knew beyond that source, he would have been truly impressed. That's too bad, Mello commented dryly, although he was secretly relieved that Matt wouldn't be one hundred percent dedicated to the project, leaving him more in control of its direction. A small scale nuclear fusion reactor. The report needs to be written, that can be finished tonight, and the grunt work, well, that might take two days at most. Less if you contribute. It wasn't anything that someone highly educated in engineering and chemistry wouldn't know how to do, but the idea itself was a bit far-fetched for a high school student. To Mello, it was simply appropriate . He wiped a bit of blood from the cover of his notebook with a scowl. Crimson from the knife was all over his belongings now, even on the pencil he liked to chew on when he couldn't munch on chocolate in class. Mello glanced over at Matt, not peeved enough by his presence to tell the redhead to fuck off and sit on the rat-shit floor or something. I don't, he answered truthfully for once. Mello couldn't give less of a shit about grades since he was undoubtedly smarter than the cunt that called herself an educator. Her judgment on his intelligence meant so little to him. I just want to. There was nothing that forced him to wake up at seven in the morning just to attend the same classes everyday like a drone, but Mello was truly odd in the sense that he craved a bit of normalcy. Being a genius was great, rewarding even, but he often wanted to... tune out. You're the enigma here, he said, bulldozing through the advanced calculus worksheet he had on his lap. You're a hacking genius, aren't you, Matt? Yet, you're willing to be defeated in games you can easily modify and engineer yourself. It's too easy for you if you do that, though. He bit off another piece of the chocolate. So, you wait for another game to be released, something that you don't have to fuck with. He flipped through the pages of his notebook slowly after finishing his math homework in under ten minutes. That's why you keep coming to school. It's too easy, everything's under your control, so you wait. You wait for something to challenge you, because you have a shitty, boring life, he paused. You wait for someone like me.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me A small scale nuclear reactor? Matt laughed, lifting his arms to drape them lazily over the back of the sofa. He knew his fair share about fusion power. That's child's play considered to the kind of shit I was thinking you might suggest.. buuut I guess I understand why you chose it. If you chose anything more advanced, then they might call the cops on us for bringing in what could be a nuclear bomb. Matt shrugged, biting down on his bottom lip as his brain went to work trying to think of the fastest way to get this done. He supposed if he left the thinking to Mello, then it would mean less work for himself. Which was ideal. But if he could think of a quicker but probably less safe.. way to do it, why not at least give it a thought or two? However, before he could get too into thinking, Mello answered his question. And it left Matt a bit dumbfounded. I just want to. Blinking, Matt turned to stare at Mello with a look of confusion and surprise. He wasn't the smartest kid around because he felt he had to be.. he just... wanted it. He wanted to be the best, and that was why he worked for it. And that was all there was to it?? Matt could never understand that. But it was something he was bound to be thinking about for a while, whether he wanted to or not. Again, though, Mello caught him off guard when he spoke up. This time calling Matt 'the enigma'. Matt's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to speak, but before he had the chance, Mello was completely calling him out. Matt arched a brow as Mello described him to a T, earning a small glare from Matt who puffed up when the blonde pointed out that Matt had a 'shitty, boring life' and that he was waiting for someone like Mello to come along. Hey, fuck you, Mr. I think I know everything! I mean.. maybe you're right about some of that shit, He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and nearly pouting. He wasn't a huge bragger, but he was definitely one hell of a hacker and computer whiz extraordinaire. He hacked into things that could get him sent to prison for life for the fun of it and messed all sorts of shit up, buuut that got dull when he had no task, so he only did that occasionally nowadays... really Mello was 100 right but why let him know??! Then again, Matt was a really bad liar... the more he tried to deny something, the more obvious it usually was. Don't get a big head. I'm only interested in you because-- er, no, I-I'm not even a little interested in you is what I meant to say! He tripped a little over his words, puffing up as the faintest of strawberry blushes burned into his otherwise bruised up face. Just shut the fuck up and give me some paper or something, asshole, s-so I can get started on that damn report for the stupid reactor.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Ah, so this was how Matt, the genius under the guise of an idiot, keeled. A faint hm sounded from his throat when the redhead defensively pointed out his arrogance, a trait that was so trademark of Mello that it almost felt like hearing that the sky was blue and the grass was green. Being accused of conceit wasn't a compliment nor an insult to him it had never been. If you're this annoying when you're only a little interested in me, I'd hate for you to actually be, the blonde pointed out with the slightest semblance of a smirk on his lips. So, maybe Matt was an enigma to others, but Mello thought he was getting closer and closer to cracking him down. Yet, the sensation was new. Riveting, even. Mello had never encountered anyone with so much potential yet so little purpose to take advantage of it and it puzzled him just the same as the other way around. He didn't think too much of it. After all, his first priority for the evening was to finish at least a third of the project, so the rest of the month could be better spent doing more productive activities. Like organizing his crime syndicate... or restocking on milk chocolate bars. Mello ripped out a few pages of his notebook and handed them to Matt on top of a hard binder with a chewed-up pen. Well, this was new. The blonde hadn't thought it would be this easy to get Matt, the kid who did fuck all in class, to concentrate on anything. There's no electricity here, so you have until sundown, he said. I'll work on the blueprint. Now this... this was what they called teamwork, wasn't it? Mello wasn't unfamiliar with having a partner, but he was seldom cooperative and tended to reinforce the old saying my way, or the highway even with those he was supposed to work hand-in-hand with. With Matt, he didn't need to be so aggressive. He could work with this. By four in the afternoon, Mello had his entire share of the project and then some completed. He wasn't sure how far Matt had gone into that report yet. He relaxed, reclining like a lazy feline across the couch with his hands tucked behind his head and a skinny leg hauling over Matt and one dangling over the edge of the sofa. He was itching for a cat nap. He sure as hell deserved one after this morning. He yawned. Why do you wear those stupid goggles, anyway? he asked purely out of boredom, his gaze flickering up at Matt under his fringe. You look like a fucking bug. A cute bug. A bug he'd actually fuck if Matt didn't talk so much.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Don't you 'hmm' at me! Matt defended, puffing his cheeks out a little when Matt gave him that look. A look that said he basically knew what Matt was all about. And that smirk... hmph! Matt snatched the paper, binder and chewed up pen as they were offered. Mello looked way too smug for his own good. But Matt was admittedly distracted by the pen, giving it a displeased look with his nose scrunched up. After giving it a short look over, he gave a little shrug and got to writing. Not before letting out an exasperated laugh when Mello pointed out there was no electricity. This place really IS a shit hole.. He shook his head and, with that, went to work. What more was there to say? Mello was doing the hard part, which was the blueprints. The rest was cake, including the report. Mos would need to do a ton or research to even know what they were taking about, but to Matt, it was like explaining how to make peanut butter toast. Only he had to be super detailed, which was what took time. Plus his handwriting was shit, so he had to focus on making it legible, which took up a bit more time than he had expected it to. Admittedly, it was some boring shit. He couldn't help but yawn on multiple occasions, sinking down low onto the couch with his legs stretched out idly in front of him. He even nearly nodded off once, but then Mello casually kicked his leg over Matt's lap, waking the redhead up. Blinking, he grumbled in irritation, but didn't bother with shoving his leg off of him. Wasn't like it was a big deal or anything... plus if he got into a fight now, he would lose his place in the report and that would be more annoying than a leg across his lap. Come four o'clock, Matt was done. He was just going through, making his handwriting more legible, when Mello's voice snapped him out of his daze and back to reality. With the most random question thus far. A bug? He repeated, arching a brow and looking over at Mello, who was lazily lounged out across the sofa and Matt's lap. Settling the report aside, Matt reached up and adjusted his goggles as they were brought up. They aren't stupid ! They're cool! As for why I always wear them.. Matt glanced up towards the ceiling and folded his arms over his lap, which was also Mello's leg at this point. Well, if I took them off, I'd be too smart! The tight strap cuts of some blood circulation to my brain, because without the goggles, I'd be the smartest person alive. And I don't need that kind of responsibility. He joked, flashing the equally tired Mello a grin. That was obviously not the REAL reason... but.. he knew Mello wouldn't understand the real reason. So he kept it to himself, instead making light of the question.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Now it was Mello's turn to be thoroughly amused by Matt's childish reaction to his taunting. He hadn't thought the redhead would take it seriously, but it was all the more entertaining knowing he had struck a nerve as Matt so pretentiously worded it before. He had half the mind to snatch the goggles right off of Matt's face because it wasn't like he couldn't but he liked the mystery that shrouded the other male. You're an idiot, Mello concluded when he became bored of Matt's fabricated explanation halfway through it. If Matt thought his orange goggles were worth keeping a secret, he wouldn't pry. Mello snatched the papers from Matt and scanned them over briefly. Besides his shitty handwriting, everything else was surprisingly to Mello's standard, which meant he wouldn't have to rewrite the entire thing. To the blonde, someone who knew the same information he did was meaningless, but to find someone who worded that information in a way he would on paper was... special. He would have submitted the essay exactly like this, almost word-for-word, and it astonished Mello how similar their thought process was more so than he was impressed by how bright the redhead really was. He scrunched his lips to the side and slipped the papers between the pages of his notebook. He would type it up later. You've got a good head on your shoulders, he praised Matt so nonchalantly that it almost didn't sound like a compliment. But, Mello knew people like him and Matt were rare to find at their age, especially someone who was... like him. Mello shoved the rest of their work into his backpack and hauled the strap over his shoulder when he stood. Now that the sun was setting, the sublet was getting dimmer and the blonde preferred not to be here with Matt while the rest of his gang prowled about. I'm leaving, he told Matt. He wasn't sure where he was headed to. If the mood struck, he'd contact a private client to rent a hotel room for him in exchange for some personal services, but nowadays, he wanted to keep to himself. Luckily, he had a place, a tiny apartment confiscated by the loan sharks of his gang, that kept him sheltered for a chunk of the winter. He thought about stopping for ramen on the way home, the thought of a warm meal on a chilly afternoon churning his empty stomach. At the door, Mello briefly glanced over his shoulder at Matt. I'll see you tomorrow, then, he said, knowing they would probably just see each other in class next.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me You can't call someone an idiot and then tell them they have a 'good head' on their shoulders. Matt pointed out, though he was inwardly satisfied that the paper was to Mello's liking. Which.. was really weird to him. He rarely felt satisfied. Like.. ever. So why the fuck did he even care if Mello DID like the way he wrote the report?! He himself knew it was good enough, but hearing Mello approve of it just stirred an odd excitement inside of him. Kinda made it more worth it, but he wasn't going to admit that to the stupid, attractive, ill-tempered blonde. Regardless of that, Matt agreed that leaving was a good idea. He still had no idea who this place belonged to, but if Mello was leaving, Matt figured he should split as well. Yeah... see ya. He grinned, grabbing his vest and gloves as Mello took his leave first. Then he left as well, only he knew where he was going. He had nowhere else to go. And, to his relief, Shane his mom's boyfriend wasn't there. So he was able to take an actual shower, washing up good so he no longer smelt of smoke, sweat, and whatever other stink that house had held. He spent the rest of his day laying on the couch playing his PSP, then falling asleep barely an hour later, dead tired from the morning activities. He was still starved, but there was no food in the house. He had no cash. So he just went to sleep. The next morning, he woke up before the sun to the sound of Shane yelling at someone in the front yard. And, wanting to avoid that asshole, Matt quickly got up, got dressed in some fresh clothes, stuffed his PSP into his pocket, and left through the backdoor. He wondered around for an hour or so until the school building opened, then made his way inside to use the restroom. The few students that were there looked at him with wide eyes, their expressions varying from concerned to horrified. And, when he reached the bathroom and looked into the mirror, he found out why. He was fucked up! His lip was busted and a little swollen, his chin scraped up, and a dark bruise was puffed up on his cheek. There were other marks as well from yesterday's brawl, but those were hidden beneath his clothes. Matt sighed, running his fingers over the dark bruise before shrugging. Well... he couldn't really help it. It was what it was! So, he dealt with his business and headed to class. He was the first one there, getting there before even the teacher. Usually the classroom door was locked, but he managed to pick the lock with ease so he could just hang out and play his PSP in peace. And, when the teacher did arrive, she was more worried about his appearance than how he got into the classroom. Matt, on the other hand, was more curious about when Mello was gonna show up. He had been thinking about that blonde bastard all night... Fucking asshole.. He muttered as he mindlessly tapped at the PSP's buttons, the lightest of smirks playing at his lips. Who knew that he would actually come to like Mello... Not that he'd let Mello catch on to that.