p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"Disclaimer: /strongI do not own or make money from the anime/manga Death Note./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"Suggested Listening/strong: Superstition – the Birthday Massacre (this inspired me to write after my initial opening scene)/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Destroyer – the Birthday Massacre (for after people leave the room…)/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"Art of Superstition/strong/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather, stiff as a board."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"The darkened room was lit with red candles perched on all available surfaces, including the white chalk-outline that surrounded the group. Five people—four with their heads bents and eyes closed—chanted./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather, stiff as a board."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Tension was thick in the air. It was hard to breathe./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I know what will be stiff as a board if a certain redhead doesn't move his hands," Mello quipped from his position on the floor, smirking. He was currently the one everyone was trying to 'lift' with the chant. It had not been his idea./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Mello!" His name was said scandalously. Linda, the one with her fingers curled under his head, and shoulder respectively, affected indignation. "We are being serious here!"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""So was I." Mello stared at the blushing redhead named Matt—who had since removed his hands. He had of course been completely innocent. Mello was simply bored./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Linda, this was doomed from the start. Its a hookey party game. Lets do somethingem style="max-width: 100%;"fun/em," Beyond seized the moment and leaned across Mello's still prone body to speak in conspiratorial whispers./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Your idea of fun scares me." The brunette shivered./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""And is potentially illegal," Light Yagami, and police chiefs son, added./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""None of you are any fun," the raven haired teen—the eldest of them all save for Lawliet, who was currently absent—pouted as he was shoved backwards./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello sat up and rolled his shoulders. The floor had not exactly been his idea of comfortable. "All agreed we do something else?" There were murmurs of agreement throughout, including the new addition to the group—Matt. He had been some poor party-going soul Linda had roped into her game as another set of hands. He had barely been able to get his name out before she had been lighting candles and spouting off instructions./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"The group stood and took turns blowing out the aforementioned candles as Misa, who had been suspiciously silent the entire time, turned on the light. With the odd glances at Light, it probably had to do with him. In which case, Mello did not want the details. Beyond cackled as he dragged Linda from the room; the others followed hastily. It was best not to leave the raven on his own for too long./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"With his friends—and he used the term loosely—vacated from the room Mello cornered the cute redhead. "Are you new here. I don't recall ever seeing you before tonight?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Decked out in a combination of stripes, ripped jeans, half-laced combat boots and a pair of hideous orange goggles—he was someone Mello would have noticed. However, once those goggles came off before the candles were lit, he was decidedly gorgeous. Those green eyes of his were to die for./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Uh, yeah. Actually I just moved here two days ago. Thought a party would be a good way to meet people before school on monday," Matt gave a small smile, shrugging./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello nodded. He understood the process of being the new kid in a town where no-one knew you. "So what do you think about all this witchery crap Linda dragged you into?" He kept his tone light, curious. There was a darker reasoning to his question./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Oh, I think its a load of crap. Like that other guy said, party-games." Matt told him with a laugh. He inched toward the door, and in that moment Mello grabbed hold of his arm./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I hate liars," Mello hissed, slamming Matt into the dresser behind him. "and I really hate em style="max-width: 100%;"practiced/em liars."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt stiffened in his hold. He was seconds from a confrontation that would undoubtedly end in bloodshed, but Mello wanted answers first. "What the fuck is aem style="max-width: 100%;"craft-user/em doing in my town?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""A what? Look man, I don't know what you are on-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello yanked up the redheads sleeve. The same sleeve that had ridden up earlier exposing the same lines of inscrutable writing on his inner left wrist. "Then why theem style="max-width: 100%;"fuck/em is that on you?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt sucker punched Mello in the stomach, making him double over. Out of breath, choking, Mello only held on tighter and dragged the redhead to the floor with him. "Fuck you, craft-user!" Mello gasped out. His elbow connected with the redheads jaw. Everything became blurry after that./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello saw nothing. Felt nothing other than the fury that rose inside him. He fought hard—Matt fought harder./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello lay pinned, wrists held above his head with the redhead straddling him. It might have been sexy had blood not been pouring from his potentially broken nose. He felt every scratch, every hit his body had taken. Now he may not have been the best fighter, but he was a hard hitter. Yet he was the one waiting for a finishing blow. That fucking striped-geek was a surprise./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I am em style="max-width: 100%;"not /ema craft-user!" Matt's breaths were harsh, chest heaving with every intake and exhale./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello snorted, "You have a binding spell inked into your fucking arm. Try again."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""You know nothing about me," Matt growled, pressing harder against Mello's wrists until it hurt. He winced./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I know that there are only two reasons someone would ink an incantation into their fucking body. They are a craft-user, and therefore going to use it on some poor sod. Or..." Mello trailed off, voice freezing at the sudden and utter stillness of the teen above him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt released his wrists and sat back, though still straddling him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Or they have something inside they don't want unleashed," Matt finished for him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"With a hesitance that was not becoming of him, Mello reached out to the goggles on Matt's face. When no hands slapped him away, he pulled them down again. The beautiful green orbs from earlier were no more—now, a pair of haunting gold eyes stared back./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Fuck." Mello swore, "Fucking, fuck-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt was a shifter. Born of a cursed line—ironically originating from craft-users—and only kept in check by binding spells. They were unpredictable. Wild. And both hunter and hunted of craft-users./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"And now one was in em style="max-width: 100%;"his/em town./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""em style="max-width: 100%;"Fuck/em!"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"-strong style="max-width: 100%;"End One/strong-/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"AN:/strong So this randomly came to me in the wee hours of the morning when I should have been going to bed. Instead I sat down and wrote this, as well as a bunch of notes for this. This fic might have slow updates as i actually have to write the chapters instead of simply editing them. But who knows. With how my muse has been lately i might get a ton of chapters done soon./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"What are your thoughts on this? Good, bad?/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"Suggested Listening/strong: Superstition – the Birthday Massacre (this inspired me to write after my initial opening scene)/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Destroyer – the Birthday Massacre (for after people leave the room…)/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"Art of Superstition/strong/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather, stiff as a board."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"The darkened room was lit with red candles perched on all available surfaces, including the white chalk-outline that surrounded the group. Five people—four with their heads bents and eyes closed—chanted./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather, stiff as a board."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Tension was thick in the air. It was hard to breathe./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Light as a feather-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I know what will be stiff as a board if a certain redhead doesn't move his hands," Mello quipped from his position on the floor, smirking. He was currently the one everyone was trying to 'lift' with the chant. It had not been his idea./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Mello!" His name was said scandalously. Linda, the one with her fingers curled under his head, and shoulder respectively, affected indignation. "We are being serious here!"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""So was I." Mello stared at the blushing redhead named Matt—who had since removed his hands. He had of course been completely innocent. Mello was simply bored./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Linda, this was doomed from the start. Its a hookey party game. Lets do somethingem style="max-width: 100%;"fun/em," Beyond seized the moment and leaned across Mello's still prone body to speak in conspiratorial whispers./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Your idea of fun scares me." The brunette shivered./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""And is potentially illegal," Light Yagami, and police chiefs son, added./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""None of you are any fun," the raven haired teen—the eldest of them all save for Lawliet, who was currently absent—pouted as he was shoved backwards./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello sat up and rolled his shoulders. The floor had not exactly been his idea of comfortable. "All agreed we do something else?" There were murmurs of agreement throughout, including the new addition to the group—Matt. He had been some poor party-going soul Linda had roped into her game as another set of hands. He had barely been able to get his name out before she had been lighting candles and spouting off instructions./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"The group stood and took turns blowing out the aforementioned candles as Misa, who had been suspiciously silent the entire time, turned on the light. With the odd glances at Light, it probably had to do with him. In which case, Mello did not want the details. Beyond cackled as he dragged Linda from the room; the others followed hastily. It was best not to leave the raven on his own for too long./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"With his friends—and he used the term loosely—vacated from the room Mello cornered the cute redhead. "Are you new here. I don't recall ever seeing you before tonight?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Decked out in a combination of stripes, ripped jeans, half-laced combat boots and a pair of hideous orange goggles—he was someone Mello would have noticed. However, once those goggles came off before the candles were lit, he was decidedly gorgeous. Those green eyes of his were to die for./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Uh, yeah. Actually I just moved here two days ago. Thought a party would be a good way to meet people before school on monday," Matt gave a small smile, shrugging./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello nodded. He understood the process of being the new kid in a town where no-one knew you. "So what do you think about all this witchery crap Linda dragged you into?" He kept his tone light, curious. There was a darker reasoning to his question./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Oh, I think its a load of crap. Like that other guy said, party-games." Matt told him with a laugh. He inched toward the door, and in that moment Mello grabbed hold of his arm./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I hate liars," Mello hissed, slamming Matt into the dresser behind him. "and I really hate em style="max-width: 100%;"practiced/em liars."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt stiffened in his hold. He was seconds from a confrontation that would undoubtedly end in bloodshed, but Mello wanted answers first. "What the fuck is aem style="max-width: 100%;"craft-user/em doing in my town?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""A what? Look man, I don't know what you are on-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello yanked up the redheads sleeve. The same sleeve that had ridden up earlier exposing the same lines of inscrutable writing on his inner left wrist. "Then why theem style="max-width: 100%;"fuck/em is that on you?"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt sucker punched Mello in the stomach, making him double over. Out of breath, choking, Mello only held on tighter and dragged the redhead to the floor with him. "Fuck you, craft-user!" Mello gasped out. His elbow connected with the redheads jaw. Everything became blurry after that./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello saw nothing. Felt nothing other than the fury that rose inside him. He fought hard—Matt fought harder./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello lay pinned, wrists held above his head with the redhead straddling him. It might have been sexy had blood not been pouring from his potentially broken nose. He felt every scratch, every hit his body had taken. Now he may not have been the best fighter, but he was a hard hitter. Yet he was the one waiting for a finishing blow. That fucking striped-geek was a surprise./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I am em style="max-width: 100%;"not /ema craft-user!" Matt's breaths were harsh, chest heaving with every intake and exhale./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Mello snorted, "You have a binding spell inked into your fucking arm. Try again."/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""You know nothing about me," Matt growled, pressing harder against Mello's wrists until it hurt. He winced./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""I know that there are only two reasons someone would ink an incantation into their fucking body. They are a craft-user, and therefore going to use it on some poor sod. Or..." Mello trailed off, voice freezing at the sudden and utter stillness of the teen above him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt released his wrists and sat back, though still straddling him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Or they have something inside they don't want unleashed," Matt finished for him./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"With a hesitance that was not becoming of him, Mello reached out to the goggles on Matt's face. When no hands slapped him away, he pulled them down again. The beautiful green orbs from earlier were no more—now, a pair of haunting gold eyes stared back./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""Fuck." Mello swore, "Fucking, fuck-"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"Matt was a shifter. Born of a cursed line—ironically originating from craft-users—and only kept in check by binding spells. They were unpredictable. Wild. And both hunter and hunted of craft-users./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"And now one was in em style="max-width: 100%;"his/em town./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;""em style="max-width: 100%;"Fuck/em!"/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"-strong style="max-width: 100%;"End One/strong-/p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb; text-align: center;"./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"strong style="max-width: 100%;"AN:/strong So this randomly came to me in the wee hours of the morning when I should have been going to bed. Instead I sat down and wrote this, as well as a bunch of notes for this. This fic might have slow updates as i actually have to write the chapters instead of simply editing them. But who knows. With how my muse has been lately i might get a ton of chapters done soon./p
p style="max-width: 100%; color: #414141; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; background-color: #fbfbfb;"What are your thoughts on this? Good, bad?/p