Our Chocolate Romance - Mello x Reader (Death Note Fanfiction)

Complications

~{Y/N}'s POV~

"W-what did you just say??" I asked, grasping my phone as tightly as possible, as not to drop it in shock.

"I said," he repeated, "I have my memories. I remember it all, {Y/N}. You, me... Lawliet."

At the mention of our child, tears filled our eyes, and Mail looked at me in concern, but I swatted my hand dismissively.

"O-okay, then. C-come meet me." I mumbled, walking ahead of Mail.

"Heads up, I'm with Mail," I added quietly, before Mail could follow me.

"Hang in there. He tries anything, I kill him. I'll be there as soon as possible. Do not let him touch you. Love you." Mello said before disconnecting the call.

I sighed and placed my phone in my pocket, looking back at Mail, who was trailing behind closely, but surely not close enough to have heard my conversation. "What was that about?" He asked, and I faked a smile.

"It's Mihael, he's coming here." I simply said, not wanting to lie.

Mail's eyes went slightly wider, and he grit his teeth. "He just has to fuck this up for me, doesn't he?"

"No, Mail, it's not like that, you see..."

"No, {Y/N}, he's picking a fight. And if a fight's what he wants..." He said darkly, "A fight's what he's gonna fucking get."

I grabbed Mail's arm and pulled so he could look into my eyes. "Don't. Please."

"You can beg all you want. He's interfered for the last time. I'm sick of him taking what's mine."

I was about to argue back, when a loud rev echoed in my ears, and I turned to see Mello on his bike, parking it and throwing his helmet aside, the scariest and most dominant look on his face.

"Mail fucking Jeevas..." He shouted with his teeth clenched. "You're asking for a beatdown. What'd I tell you about being around {Y/N}?!"

"Fuck you, Mihael, you're such a jackass," he provoked, "And besides, I can totally hit this way better than you can."

"You fucking--!"

I felt the tension in the air and stepped between the two boys. "Listen, guys, let's not do this here. Please-..."

"{Y/N}, get out of the way." Mello warned. "I don't wanna accidentally hurt you."

"Mello, c'mon. I know you've always been hot-headed, but this is M-Mail, okay? Your best friend."

He looked down at me with such pity before sighing. "{Y/N}, if you only knew what I'd found. This jack-off of a best friend keeps pictures of you. On his laptop. And what's the file called? {Y/N} Jeevas. And if you don't think that's fucked up, then I don't know what you think is."

My hands flew up to cover my mouth in shock. "What?" I exclaimed. "I never let you take pictures!!"

"They weren't taken with you knowing." Mello mumbled, and Mail rolled up his sleeves.

"How'd you find them? The pictures?"

"Your laptop. You really need to hide your shit. You're amazing with tech but a dumbass with privacy."

"Who the fuck are you calling a-?"

"Guys, please," I begged, "Not here. I'm begging you."