[Fic] Location, Location: Private Card Game
Title: Private Card Game [For the 26 Locations Meme]
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): None, really... kind of Matt/Mello?
Summary: One wrong move and he would be done, giving Mello all the reason to gloat.
A quiet intensity crackled through the air in the middle of the dusty room. There was silence except for the occasional quiet intake of breath or scuttle of mouse’s feet across the converted warehouse’s wooden floorboards. Blazing blue eyes stared into narrowed green, shaded slightly by the cards held up in front of their faces.
“Want to give up now, Matt?” Mello sneered, a predatory grin spreading across his already feral features.
The redhead’s green eyes hardened for a moment. “Not a chance,” he scoffed. He peered down at his cards, thoughts racing through his mind. What to do, what to do? A fine sheen of sweat started to accumulate on his forehead and upper lip. His palms were growing clammy and sticky. One wrong move and he would be done, giving Mello all the reason to gloat.
Fuck.
“Hurry up, Matt, I don’t have all day,” the blond sighed, rolling his eyes.
Matt chewed on the butt of his cigarette. There were so many choices and only one right answer here. This was going to be the time, he thought. This was going to be his time to beat Mello at something! To surpass his supposed superiority and become number one for once, instead of just being there to stroke the blond’s inflated ego.
So he couldn’t screw this up. Even if it was just a card game.
“Alright, Mel,” the redhead let out a rush of air. His heart beat in uneven palpitations, a nervous edge brought to his movements. He stared down the chocoholic for a mere moment before... “Got any threes?”
Silence.
Ice cold blue eyes trailed up from hidden cards, a sinister smirk gracing his features. Oh shit.
“Go fish.”
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): None, really... kind of Matt/Mello?
Summary: One wrong move and he would be done, giving Mello all the reason to gloat.
A quiet intensity crackled through the air in the middle of the dusty room. There was silence except for the occasional quiet intake of breath or scuttle of mouse’s feet across the converted warehouse’s wooden floorboards. Blazing blue eyes stared into narrowed green, shaded slightly by the cards held up in front of their faces.
“Want to give up now, Matt?” Mello sneered, a predatory grin spreading across his already feral features.
The redhead’s green eyes hardened for a moment. “Not a chance,” he scoffed. He peered down at his cards, thoughts racing through his mind. What to do, what to do? A fine sheen of sweat started to accumulate on his forehead and upper lip. His palms were growing clammy and sticky. One wrong move and he would be done, giving Mello all the reason to gloat.
Fuck.
“Hurry up, Matt, I don’t have all day,” the blond sighed, rolling his eyes.
Matt chewed on the butt of his cigarette. There were so many choices and only one right answer here. This was going to be the time, he thought. This was going to be his time to beat Mello at something! To surpass his supposed superiority and become number one for once, instead of just being there to stroke the blond’s inflated ego.
So he couldn’t screw this up. Even if it was just a card game.
“Alright, Mel,” the redhead let out a rush of air. His heart beat in uneven palpitations, a nervous edge brought to his movements. He stared down the chocoholic for a mere moment before... “Got any threes?”
Silence.
Ice cold blue eyes trailed up from hidden cards, a sinister smirk gracing his features. Oh shit.
“Go fish.”