Ice: Damn plot bunnies.
Characters © Ohba and Obata
It had been three years,
Five months,
Ten weeks,
Nine days,
Six hours,
Ten minutes,
And three seconds since they had both survived the Kira case.
Matt wondered how that was even physically possible.
But some questions weren't meant to be answered.
It had been two weeks,
Four days,
Three hours,
Seven minutes,
And eight seconds when Mello kissed him.
Matt did not ever think himself to be gay. And he wasn't.
But why did he kiss back?
It had been eight days,
Six hours,
Ten minutes,
And fifty-eight seconds when they had sex.
He was pretty sure neither of them knew what they were supposed to be doing.
But somehow, they did it anyway.
It was…uncomfortable, to say the least.
But, for Matt, it was the best day of his life.
It had been three months,
Seven weeks,
Nine days,
Eight hours,
Thirty-eight minutes,
And forty-nine seconds. Eleven more seconds and the clock would chime to twelve, officially making it L's birthday.
Mello was always so lethargic on this day. Matt was ignored. No matter how much comfort he gave him, it wouldn't matter.
Matt sighed.
It had been seven weeks,
Three days,
Eight hours,
Twenty minutes,
And seventeen seconds when Christmas arrived.
They never thought of it as anything special. It was Christmas.
But they were a couple now, and they were obligated to buy each other cheap items of various varieties.
So Mello got Matt a new game, and Matt simply put a ribbon on his head.
It had been three days,
Seven hours,
Twelve minutes,
And two seconds when Mello had announced they were going to Alabama to find an old Mafia buddy who could get him connections.
Matt was a bit skeptical.
It had been nine days,
One hour,
One minute,
And three seconds when they had entered Alabama from the plane they had gotten on.
The pit in Matt's stomach wouldn't go away.
He was nervous.
It had been two days,
Seventeen hours,
Thirty-one minutes,
And nineteen seconds when Mello had given Matt a PDA.
That wasn't taken too kindly. Rather rude stares were given.
The feeling in Matt's stomach just dropped even more.
It had been five hours,
Three minutes,
And eleven seconds.
And Matt sat on the edge of the bed in his and Mello's shared hotel room.
He hadn't called back in a day.
He turned on the news.
It had been approximately five seconds for Matt to figure out the blond lying in the middle of the street, beaten to death, was Mello.
And just because he was homosexual.
He sobbed for nearly three hours.
It had been two years,
Five months,
Three weeks,
Two days,
Twenty-one hours,
Ten minutes,
And eight seconds since he was beaten.
He was a wreck. He got the gun.
He pulled the trigger.
Bang.
It had been eight hours when Matt awoke from his dream.
