Inside Out [Mello x Reader]

7 | Partners In Crime

[Mello's POV]

It's no use. I'm not tired at all.

I'm about to turn around as an attempt to find a more comfortable position in order to sleep. That's when I suddenly hear a knocking on my door, followed by Jack's intoxicated voice. I instinctively roll my eyes.

"Boss... I- It's important. I need to tell you-"

I cut him off by throwing the nearest object my hand can find on the nightstand against the door.

"I've already told you once. Fuck. Off. Jack. If you say another word I'll kill you for real."

I hear him mumbling something, the sound of his footsteps getting more distant. Silence for the next minutes. God bless he actually shut up. I lay back down and close my eyes.

Nothing in this world could be of great importance to me right now nor make me feel less like the loser I am. Beating Near, maybe. That would make me a winner for a short time at last. But it wouldn't ease my loneliness. It wouldn't make my life worth living. Nothing ever will.

These are my thoughts as I hear a knocking on my door again. My eyes open wide and I myself can feel the last bit of sanity leaving my body. Now he's crossed the line. I violently push the blanket away while grabbing my gun and rush over to the door.

"Now you've done it, you dirty bi-"

Before I can even reach the door, it swings open, almost slamming into my face. I take a step backwards and narrow my eyes as the outside lightning enters my dark bedroom.

"What the hell, Ja-"

I don't manage to finish my sentence as I stand there dumbstruck with my mouth open. My gun slips out of my hand at the sight in front of me and hits the floor with a dull sound.

No way.

"Poor Jack. He was scared for his life to call you again and since you wouldn't listen, I concluded it would be the best to come in. You really are the bossiest man alive, blonde."

My brain's not done processing this situation and I wonder if I just happen to sleepwalk within some kind of dream. But I know I'm not. There she is, martial arts enthusiast with a blade, black coat, black gloves, black boots, leaning against the doorframe, gazing at me with those drop-dead eyes. My heartbeat quickens at the picture-perfect view.

"Burgundy... What are you doing here?", are the only words I choke out. She has a warm smile on her lips as she responds "I'll tell you. If you let me in, that is".

It's not like you're already halfway in.

No one's ever been to my room since I live here, but for some reason, I let her in without a second thought. She walks past me as I switch on the light and point at my bed for her to sit down. Normally I would've said something about the mess on the floor but I'm not able to find any words at all.

I sit next to her and ask in an unusual quiet tone "So what is it you need to tell me?"

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[(y/n)'s POV]

The familiar fragrance of sandalwood and jasmine makes its way to my nose as I enter Mello's room. It was a small, moderate-looking dorm, nothing at all what you would expect from a mafia boss. But I know the blonde doesn't like it fancy.
I spot Pierce The Veil and My Chemical Romance posters hanging on the wall. Heck, he's even got a good taste in music. The bible on the nightstand along with his red rosary and crucifix bracelet confirm my assumption of him being religious - well, as far as one can be as a criminal. I'm keen on getting to know more about his persona, apart from his role as a mafia leader. I sometimes forget that we're both just kids forced to behave like adults.