"I'm not gay." Mello would always say to Matt.
Anytime Mello saw a man with slightly homosexual tendencies Matt would swear his pastel blue eyes would turn into oceans of hatred.
Anytime they had decided to go a strip club, bar, or public area Mello confessed his hatred for said "fags."
Matt was gay, and when Matt had first met Mello he thought the blonde-haired person was a said, "fag".
"Fucking Fags think they own the place, WATCH IT RAINBOW!" Mello screamed at near by civilian, who tried to make his way past the two.
'A classic case of homophobia conjured up by one's own homosexual desires.' Matt thought very casually to himself.
Matt decided to fish his gay-dar from his closet, in order to find out just how queer Mello was without his realizing.
'First of all he wears leather all the time, can anyone say bondage? Next the way he walks,
Screams total fag. Third, his constant disapproval and obvious hatred for my tastes says just how much he's trying to stop the realization.'
"Hey Mello let's go." 'Well I have a plan.'
"Wha? Sure let's go…not enough girls around anyway." Mello curiously looked over his shoulder to Matt, who suddenly wanted to leave.
Matt was always strange, even as a child. Mello still remembered having to pull him away from playing with Linda and her little girlfriends back at Wammy's.
"Close the door Mel, I want to start the car." Matt ordered from the driver's seat.
"Yeah sure." Mello leaned back into his chair uneasily. Matt had once told Mello he was gay, Mello was sure it had been a joke. Every now and then though, he would remember the confession. An odd feeling boiled up inside of Mello, each time he took it as anger and lashed out.
"Listen you fucker, you better not be screwing with me."
"Huh?" Matt glanced from the wheel over to the passenger's side.
"I mean it, you better not be one of them."
"One of who Mel?"
"A' Queer! You fucking fat ass!" the blonde angrily whipped out his pistol aiming directly at the redhead.
"Mels dearest, we've got to watch our language." Matt replied tauntingly.
The car stopped since they had arrived. "Don't jerk me around Jackass." He muttered pulling himself from the vehicle.
The dark apartment building stood menacingly as the two approached the stairs.
"And what If I was?" Matt pondered aloud walking two steps ahead of the manic. Matt knew this would annoy the crap out of him.
"I would shoot you."
"Oh no!" Matt screeched in fake manner, "Keep your voice down idiot, it's the middle of the freaking' night."
"Why would you shoot me?" The redhead pushed on, taking out the keys for their small apartment.
"You've seen me naked, we share a bed, and you have multiple chances to molest on a regular basis."
"Mello I'm Gay." Matt caught the gun before Mello had a chance to get it.
"And so are you." Mello looked horrified, "I AM NOT-"
Using the wrist he had caught, Matt pulled Mello in.
"I love you." Matt said it with cruelty as he hugged Mello tightly with his free arm. Cruelty to whom, he was not sure.
"You're a Fag." Mello hissed.
"Sure! Pull up your homophobic defense and brandish the confession, But I know you're gay."
"And what if I am?"
Matt stood baffled at his friend, "What?"
"What makes you think, you'd ever be good enough for me?"