Mello’s Chocolate Factory

Is this space I will be sharing my stories, one shots, and drabbles. [Mostly Death Note and Naruto oriented + a little original fiction] I hope that some of my writings will please my fellow Otaku; and occasionally, I will write shonen ai to appease some of you insane fan girls. [Myself included.] :)

Also, I love to receive constructive criticism and ideas to improve my writing. So feel free to shower me in your thoughts and guidelines.

Upcoming works:

None at the moment---blame the damn writer's block.

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SolenmSerpent

Vile

In the darkest corner of the room, he studied them: his beautiful specimens. they trotted around like precarious, edible deer. Digesting their addictive alcohols, frivolously chattering with one another, unable to foresee their own demise. He tried thinking of creative ways to shatter their existence: their prides and joys; he could carve them out, like a jubilant pumpkin in the autumn breeze. And have them returned to their families with a new smile in place. He could delve into his pockets and stir up the sleeping pills and casually drop them in someone's drink. No, no-- much too impersonal. He needed to catch them when they were alert. He needed to see their tear stricken eyes as he peeled away their remaining life span with his favorite kitchen knife. He chuckled; a wave of contentment pouring in, to accompany his pretty thoughts.

But these little deer would not satisfy him; these red faced insects would only serve as a diminutive appetizer, barely feeding a much larger appetite. They wasted themselves too openly; they had no façade, no pretenses. He didn't desire a clumsy deer-- no, he wanted a sly fox: a deceptive little creature to watch writhe and choke under his unmerciful hands. His crimson eyes livened at the realization. Only a creature of that stature would suit his needs.

He was definitely not a religious man; his occupation literally abolished what little holiness he had left. But now, as a new prey strode into the room, façade in place, eyes calculating every step; he knew that his 'prayers' had been answered. Under his black, stringy bangs, he stared at this new specimen with an eye of perversion. Auburn tresses lay on his face like clouds, his posture was upright and powerful, and his eyes were glowing with pretense and a blanketed desire for destruction. His lips were a perfect, pale color of pink; but his expression was not that of a holy man. He was arrogant; his hand gestures and haughty voice as he ordered his beverage gave ample proof of that.

This new character's arrogance did not steer away the predator's desire. In fact, it made him lust for his anguished cries even more. How enlivening would it be to watch an arrogant figure like him, pleading for mercy, abandoning all reason? From across the room, his crimson eyes studied his prey's figure; trying to absorb his movements, predicting his thoughts.

He stayed still, watching quitely as his prey sealed his fate; guzzling alcohol like a dehydrated alcoholic. Yet, his skin was fair and beautiful; drinking was not habitual with this fox, but stress undoubtedly was. The minutes limped by with the predator observing as his prey's shoulders loosened with the bitterness of his drinks as his eyes became glazed over with sinful intoxication. The predator rubbed his bare feet together and unwound his joints as he mused over his good fortune. Like a fox that had made the mistake of indulging itself on extra meat, his prey became sluggish and misguided. With a crooked grin and a curved posture, he rose, stalking over to the brunette with sickly intentions. Slithering into and empty seat near his prey, he quietly placed his arms on the counter. He glanced up at his prey. He was glancing into his empty glass; eyes glazed over with inebriated reasoning while the world around him continued trudging forward.

His lips parted slowly as millions of possibly scenarios rushed through his skull, all of them ending with him reigning victorious. With hidden anticipation, he began to speak.

End