Scream: a MattxMello fan fiction

Part five

Warning: This contains yaoi and some weird stuff. Don't like it? Leave. The door has a bunch of pretty lights on it.

*Mello's POV*

It's been a long time since I've even seen my uncle Valentin, and I doubt that he remembers me. He probably does, but I'm not sure. I picked up the phone to dial his number, which was still the same, after all these years. Sure enough, he picked up and that was pretty surprising to me. I recognized his voice when he said, "Hello?"

I replied, "Hey, Uncle Valentin! What's up?"

"Is this Nikolay or is this Mello? You two sound a lot alike."

Just hearing my brother's name made my heart drop to my stomach. I know I was too young to remember it, but I just keep thinking about how good of a relationship I'd have with my brothers. I replied, "This is Mello."

Uncle Valentin said, "Oh, hey, Mello! How are you? I haven't heard from you in a long time. It's been too long. We need to meet up together some time...catch up on everything going on."

I sighed. "Yeah...I know. It's been like four years since we last talked. I apologize, Uncle Valentin. The whole mob biz and the Kira case has been keeping me on my toes." I held onto my stomach. "Haven't really gotten a chance to really talk to any family."

He seemed to be pretty surprised to hear that I was in the mafia. "You're in the mob, boy?"

I laughed. "Yeah. I'm in the mob. Rod took me in. Mainly because he knows you and he was pretty surprised that I happen to be your nephew."

"Well, that's great, Mello. I'm proud of you."

I asked him, "Since you said you wanted to meet up...where do you want to meet up?"

He replied, "Anywhere is fine, really. I just want to see you. See how big you've gotten."

I blushed angrily. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"I meant how much you've grown."

"Oh. Well then. Didn't Rod send you a few pictures of me?"

My uncle said, "Yes, he did, but they're a little...outdated. The only pictures I have are of when you were little and from when you were younger. That's all I have." He laughed. "You remind me of how your mother was when she was younger. Look more and more like her every day."

My heart dropped when he mentioned my mom and how I look so much like her. I guess if I had her beautiful raven black hair too, I'd look just like her. I sighed. "Well, I'm not really doing much today, so if you want to come over to the house to see me, that's fine."

"Well, if you're not feeling up to it, we can meet up when you're feeling better."

I replied, "No, it's not that. I'd love to see you." I had a feeling he was going to ask me about my...er...special condition. I could sense that he would. He asked me:

"I know you don't really like talking about this kind of thing, but...how's your condition as of right now?"

I winced and held my stomach. "Not so great, Uncle Valentin. Periods are extremely heavy, like usual. Cramps are horrible, as usual." I added, "But I made an appointment with Sylvia to talk to her about this and she said that there is something that can help me, but the only way I can get it is from Russia." He responded as if he understood. "Yeah, I told Matt about it. He said that he'll try to do whatever it takes so I can get better, so to speak."