Dollar bills in hand...

May 31, 2010 16:25

Mello walked down the long hallway, counting the green bills that had been crushed into his hand when all was said and done. His blonde, sweaty locks hung over his paled face and he growled in dissatisfaction when he realized that the amount was less than he'd been expecting. Embarrassed, he shoved the money into his leather-clad pocket and huffed, blue eyes staring at the dirty carpet under his feet. He'd been working here for ages, and yet, it never got better. Only worse. But as a male prostitute, how could things get better? There was nothing for him.

He'd been a genius once upon a time, number two at Wammy's. He'd left to achieve his own greatness, and in turn, became nothing but a common street-walker. He flinched and opened the door that led into his own room. He jumped back in surprise, finding that it wasn't his own room, but another hallway. What the hell was this?

He suddenly felt dizzy and fell into the plush, unfamiliar carpet and lay there, trying to regain himself. He heard a click behind him as the door shut gently, and he looked up. Where was he? He blinked once and narrowed his eyes, seeing doors lining the hall. He'd never seen this place before, but it looked much nicer than what he was used to. Was he dreaming?

He had to be.

{Have an AU!Mello from a reverse brothel?! Hehe...}

arrival, mello

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