[I don't own Death note or any of it's characters.]

Words of the wise: My first story, please review. This is only the prologue so hopefully it catches your eyes. I'll update most likely tomorrow with the first chapter so if you enjoy this review it? Maybe? Tell me what you think and be easy? Thank you.

Old wounds

The circular crimson droplets mixed with the flowing sink water creating a murky pinkish solution as the red head used his free hand to pull the large jagged pieces of glass from his stripped shirt. He had managed to pull the larger shards dropping them with a clank into the metallic trashcan beside the toilet. He shook his head slowly feeling the warm blood rush to the surface filling the sink until the water finally turned red staining around the counter and tiled floor. It took a few seconds before he pulled his goggles off tossing them into the corner to keep the blood away from there before concentrating once more.

Emerald orbs blinked defiantly as he rolled his sleeves off deeming that easier than actually removing his whole shirt. It was of course his only defense from the blond if he decided to come back. He wasn't even sure what had happened this time but before he could flee to what he called the safe side of their apartment the lamp flew shattering against him as he fled towards the bathroom. He doubted Mello would want to see so much blood but that hadn't stopped him before.

He gasped as the alcohol pooled over the wounds but he bit his lip. There were to be no tears, Mello wouldn't allow that at any time and if he came out with a sad face he would definitely be in for much more than what had just happened. He kept his gaze down until the throbbing slowly ebbed away. He was forced to cover it once more with lessening pain this time around.

"Matty?" Mello soothing nearly coy voice came from the other side of the door. "Roger's called, it seems as if you gave him a ring this morning and told him there was something you wanted to talk to him about. He said he was terribly sorry he missed your ring but he'd like for us to come in tomorrow for a tiny "discussion". Don't worry I told him I'd relay the message to you, because of course you left your cellphone in the living room when you ran like the-" He stopped momentarily trying the bathroom door. "Do you honestly think a door can keep me away from you Matty because you're terribly mistaken." He sneered.

Matt's eyes widened, it wasn't close to what Mello was thinking but- Oh God. "Mell, I called Roger to-"

Mello erupted kicking the door end sending Matt crashing behind the door before he slid down the open wounds on his arm crying for relief. "You son of a bitch, you don't think I know what you called Roger about? You honestly don't think that I don't know?" He hissed standing over him bent slightly to see into that other mans dead emerald gaze. Matt was shutting down on him, there was no fear to be registered but that was fine because he'd put it there personally in a few minutes.

The red head lit a cigarette attempting to calm his nerves under the cold ocean gaze. "I called Roger to talk to him about something I remember about my childhood, my parents. It had nothing to do with you or anyone else for that matter." He mumbled fidgeting with his pockets before stopping risking a glance up at the other man who stared down incredulously. "I'm serious Mell, do you really think I'd call-"

"Why are you bleeding all over my floor?" The blond interrupted. "You're going to stain it. It's sickening Matt, what happened to you?"

The red head sighed, "You threw a fucking lamp at me in a fit of rage before I could run. You don't remember? I have to say that's some pretty fucking convenient memory loss you got going for you. Just saying." Matt slowly picked himself up keeping an eye on the blond who seemed to have calmed at this point.

He leaned against the bathroom wall, "I threw a lamp I didn't aim at you." He replied lightly watching the red head begin to wrap the injured arm silently. "I'm serious Matt, I didn't throw it at you. Last time maybe, but it missed you so that's all that mattered." He forced a slight smile patting Matt on the head.

The red head shrugged, "It hit me this time. Have you ever thought of not throwing shit at me? I didn't do anything to you." He replied coldly using his teeth to tighten the bandage before ripping and tying it. "I wouldn't have gotten hurt if you don't rage every time something doesn't go your own way."

The blond raised an eyebrow, "Maybe if you tried not running you wouldn't get hurt so much." He replied his eyes narrowing. "I'm harmless." He turned before pausing. "Oh and Matty?" The red head showed attention as the firm punch came to Matt's abdominal. The red head wheezed but Mello made no noise, "That's for being a smartass Matty, don't fucking talk to me like that. And if I find out you're lying so help me Matt I will make it so that not even Near will be able to find your corpse. And that's not the mafia talking Matt, you know me better than that. I'm going with you tomorrow. Don't walk out that door without me."

The red head nodded tears flooding his eyes as Mello allowed him to drop. He still held his cigarette in his hand watching Mello go on his way without looking back. "Fucking…"

"Oh and Matty?" Mello called sweetly, "Get that blood off my floor and if it stains that's your arse, remember that."

[With all due respect, please review.]