A/N: I'm back with a new story. Yay. Before I start, there are some things I gotta say. No, I will not abandon the other stories, they are just on hold for a while. Yes, I will continue them later on when I fix my life and have more time. I'm just really busy now, but I really need to write something so I spend my nights writing this instead of sleeping like a retarded nerd. Ok.
As you all probably noticed I changed my name from MairaMaii to QuinnSilver because of personal reasons and slight problems in my life. Which have gotten me writing a lot for 'Why I Held On', but I gotta rewrite all that.
Disclaimer for the whole story because I sadly don't own anything to do with Death Note.
ALSO A VERY IMPORTANT NOTE, I DON'T THINK WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS STORY IS POSSIBLE AT ALL, LIKE IT'S DEFINATELY NOT BUT FUCK THAT YOLO AND SHIT OK?
I'm not gonna say what happens ya'll just gotta find out and remember it's fiction, it's not real, it's just a stupid idea written in the middle of the night that I like ok? Ok.
~QuinnSilver
Chapter 1
"Get up bitch"
The redhead groaned, turning his back to the source of the sound.
"Get up Matt I'm too tired for your shit", his blond roommate wasn't going to give in.
"Why are you such an asshole?", Matt yawned, attempting to sit up, despite his body feeling like a limp noodle. He almost immediately regret those words when his head made rough contact with the pillow thrown by his 'best friend'. "Okay, okay... I'm awake, chill... No need to throw shit at me", he mumbled, yawning again, "do you mind giving me... uh.. some privacy?, Matt sat up on his bed, half concentrating on looking around for his usual white and black striped shirt.
"No chance. Remember last time I did? You fell back asleep", the blond picked up the striped shirt at his feet and threw it at Matt, leaning against the wall.
"If you really wanna see my junk so bad", the redhead let out a half-hearted laugh, standing up and grabbing his boxers, ready to pull them off.
"You're fucking disgusting"
"Love you too, Mels", Matt grinned at the blond, who now left him alone in his room to dress. Staying up all night and playing games is always a fun idea until you have to get up at a 'reasonable' time the next day. And drive your stupid roommate to his stupid doctor for a stupid monthly check up. Matt groaned, stretching as he walked into the the bathroom to perform his morning, or afternoon in this case, routine.
"Are you up?", Mello yelled from their small kitchen, "the coffee is ready, if you won't hurry up it'll be cold, I'll be late... and you will be dead"
"Right...", Matt entered the kitchen in a hurry, attempting to brush his hair with his fingers, "why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"I tried but you're a pain in the ass", the blond stood still, slightly resting on the countertop, sipping his coffee. He was always so quiet on the day of those check ups -something Matt couldn't understand. Why would his fit and healthy best friend even need a check up, every month, in the same clinic, with the same doctor? The only answer Matt has ever got though was some bullshit excuse about staying healthy. He didn't believe that was the case but Mello obviously didn't want to tell him and Matt wasn't going to force him. They've been best friends since childhood and the redhead knew if something was wrong Mello wouldn't hide it from him.
"You ready?", the leather-clad blond asked as Matt finished his coffee in a hurry.
"Yeah, I'll eat when we get back", he replied, doing his usual pat-down. Wallet, right back pocket, phone front left, "keys... Where are my keys?"
"Here", the redhead quickly turned around catching the keys thrown at him by Mello, this time without the intention of hurting him. The two left the apartment and got into Matt's old, red car, which the redhead loved more than anything.
"I'm exhausted", Matt yawned, starting up the engine and backing out of the parking lot in front of their apartment complex.
"I'll be picking up my motorbike next week from the mechanics. I wouldn't ask you for a ride if I didn't have to", Mello didn't make eye contact, focused on the road as if he was the driver.
"I don't mind riding you, it's just so early"
"Matt it's like past- ... Wait... what did you say?", the blond was now staring, disbelieve and slight amusement on his face.
"I said I don't mind riding you", the redhead replied calmly, then realising his mistake laughed, "I meant in a car... Like-"
"Don't. Just shut up, you're only going to bring yourself down", they laughed for another minute before falling into silence for the next ten minutes of the ride, only disturbed by Matt's occasional cursing at other drivers. Matt loved this. Mello was his only friend that knew how awkward and bad with words he was, which made it possible to avoid all these awkward silences he'd have to go through in the presence of anyone else. Mello just understood him, partly because they grew up together, partly because Mello was a bit of a freak himself.
"You coming?", the blond asked, once they parked in front of the clinic.
"Nah, I'll wait here... Avoid people, play games, y'know", Matt replied, taking out his psp and getting busy with the game. It was a bit difficult to concentrate on it though, his mind kept wandering to Mello's reasons for coming to the clinic. He remembered, even when they were kids Mello would go once a month with his mom, sometimes even twice, but he was too young to care. Now that they live together it seems more noticeable. Not only the visits, but Mello's behaviour changed on those days. He'd become quieter, as if his mind was somewhere else, somewhere far, far away. Then a thought came into Matt's head, what if Mello is sick? Like one of those uncureable sicknesses? He seen the blond take medications everyday, even though he claimed those were vitamins, but that would make sense, right?
Matt only realised his attention was completly unfocused on the game when the screen displayed the flashing letters 'GAME OVER', announcing his characters death. He cursed under his breath, hiding the psp away. There was no way he'd lose another virtual life today and for now he didn't feel able to concentrate on the game. The redhead leaned on the steering wheel, turned up the radio and silently hummed along to 'Feelin good inc.' by Gorillaz. It was a good idea to ask Mello about his visits at the clinic but it was almost a definite Matt wouldn't get an honest answer. He should play it right to get the information out of the blond, but that's not easy. Mello wasn't the best liar but he was unbelievably good at avoiding giving the answer to every question.
"I'm back", Matt jumped, almost getting a heart attack when the blond suddenly entered his car, "they had a new nurse, bitch is a retard doesnt even know how to take bloods properly"
"What?", the redhead looked at him slightly confused, to which Mello showed him a piece of bloody tissue he kept at the bend of his right elbow, "oh, looks painful"
"Just go. I need to shower, put a bandage on it and get ready for work"
"Why didn't they put a bandage on it at the clinic?", Matt started the engine.
"Like I'd let her near me again"
After a few minutes of silence the redhead gathered up the courage and quickly looked at his friend, "Mello?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Ok", the blond focused his attention to Matt, watching him carefully.
"You won't be mad?", they stopped at red lights.
"Is that the question?", Mello smirked when Matt rolled his eyes, "go on, you're being weird"
"Are you sick?", it was the redheads turn to watch his friend, looking for any change in his behaviour, but he didn't need to wait long. Almost immediately after the question was asked, Mello's face expression changed to a mixture of confusion and guilt as he looked away.
"Go, it's green"
"Don't change the subject"
"I don't feel like talking about it"
"So you are sick?", Matt glanced at the passanger seat, occupied by the blond. No eye contact.
"It's not your goddamned business, ok?", he sounded angered.
"I'm just worried about you Mels, chill", the redhead parked his car at the parking lot, in the exact same spot he'd always park. He let out a loud sigh. Seems like he's not going to get his answer today either.
Matt cursed himself. He managed to keep his mounth shut and his curiosity at bay for so long, just to give up and cause an awkward tension between them. They walked back to their apartment in complete silence, Mello still holding the soaking from blood tissue. As soon as they entered through the doors, the blond rushed for the aid kit they kept in the kitchen to attend to his still bleeding wound.
"How exactly did it happened?", Matt asked trying to break the tension between them, wathing his friend struggle with the plaster.
"Bitch fell and stabbed me", Mello replied, getting more and more pissed at himself for being right-handed.
"Accidents happen y'know", the redhead showed some mercy and took out a new plaster from the box, slowly placing it on the bleeding part, "go take a quick shower, I'll do it properly after you're done so it won't get all wet and soggy".
The blond nodded and left the kitchen.
"Just don't lock the doors, y'know, in case you bleed out to death in the shower and I need to dispose of your dead body!", Matt yelled after him, turning on the kettle and taking out a bowl to eat cereal.
"Ha. Ha. You're so funny", he heard Mello say unenthusiastically. The redhead smiled to himself preparing two coffees. He grabbed the almost empty bottle of milk from their equally as empty fridge and poured the remainings into his cereal. Damn they'd need to go shopping soon -an activity Matt always detested, but he knew he had to go along with Mello, otherwise he wouldn't get his beloved energy drinks and junk food. The redhead managed to eat a full bowl of cereal and drink his last energy drink by the time Mello came out of the bathroom, wearing his black jeans. Water dripped from his wet hair onto his bare chest.
"Have you seen my black shirt?", he asked looking around their messy 'living room', which was really just a bit of open space with a crappy couch and a coffee table.
"The one you wear to work?", Matt asked from the kitchen.
"Yeah"
"No. You'll look later, come here I'll fix your arm", the blond gave up his search and sat at the table in the kitchen, stretching his right arm on it. Matt almost immediately attended to it, taking out the things he'll need from the box.
"Will you pick me up after work or should I get a taxi?", Mello asked, both of them already forgetting the awkward situation.
"I'll pick you up. What time you finish at today?"
"It's Wednesday, right? I start at 21:30 and finish at 3"
"That's in an hour and a half... Time flies so quick", Matt mumbled, finishing with the blond's arm.
"It does really when you wake up past 4 afternoon... Thanks", Mello inspected his arm, bending it slightly to test its mobility, "what are you planning to do later tonight?"
"Stay home, play games, y'know the usual, why?"
"You could come with me, hang around at the club, you wouldn't have to drive up again", the blond went to the bathroom and started brushing his hair.
"I'll go if I won't have to change", Matt laughed. He wasn't really the most outgoing person, but he did like the LGBTQ+ club Mello worked at and he'd hang around there quite often, keeping Mello company at work.
"Go as you are, no one will be sober enough to judge your clothes", the blond rolled his eyes, taking out the hairstraightener and placing it on the shelf beside him, "besides, you always wear the same thing, the usuals are used to it by now"
"Here, I'll do your back", Matt walked into the bathroom, grabbed the hairstraightener and started working on Mello's hair.
"You're kinda creepy"
"I'm making sure you won't burn yourself", the redhead smiled, then added a very quiet 'ungrateful bitch' under his breath. Matt loved straightening Mello's shoulder length hair. They were so soft. There was a time he considered working at a hairdressers salon until he remembered not all people had the blonds hair.
"We'll leave in an hour so you can get there on time", Matt passed him the straightener, then looked at his dark brown roots in the mirror, "You'll dye my hair tomorrow?"
"If you get the hair dye, yeah"
"You don't need to fix your hair so much princess", the redhead grinned just before Mello elbowed him in the stomach. Hard. "I surrender!"
"Make a use of yourself and go find my black shirt", the blond said not bothering to look at his friend.