Disclaimer: I don't own the Death Note. If I did you'd know. Misa would hang herself and the whole story would be about how hot Mello and Matt are together. Sorry if any one takes offence at the Misa comment. Please don't be angry! R&R would be nice. Thanks.
MEETING:
Mello had been called to see Roger. This was odd because I'd spent the whole day with him and he hadn't hurt anyone today; he's not in trouble, and the 1st was a week away; L wasn't here on his monthly visit to see Mello and Near. It wasn't like Mello to do something odd without at least warning me first.
I glanced around the food hall and found that Near was missing too. That's weird,I thought. Maybe L came early? I doubted it. He was too set on routine. He had visited Mello and Near from 4-5pm on the first of every month for as long as I could remember.
Being away from Mello gave me time to think. I absentmindedly looked around the room again, to my lunch and then to the empty seat next to me.
Weird, I thought again. I actually miss Mello's voice. The thought of Mello made me blush; I had had an… interesting dream about him again last night. I seemed to dream about him a lot. I was beginning to worry that I talked in my sleep, because the morning after a very… graphic dream about Mello he refused to look at me and blushed when I spoke to him. I forced the memory of the dream from my mind. It would do me no good to think of Mello naked while in the crowded food hall. Especially seeing as Mello wasn't here to defend me.
No. I decided. I miss Mello. I blushed again, suddenly glad Mello wasn't here. I wasn't used to being able to think freely without Mello trying to decipher every reaction and emotion reflected onto my face, while sexily managing to eat his weight in chocolate daily. It was rare to see him without a chocolate bar in his hand.
I stood up, threw my untouched food away and began to walk back to our room. It worried me to be away from him for so long; we were basically inseparable and it had been an hour since he left me in our shared room, sitting on my bed playing on my DS.
Mello was my best and only friend at Wammy's. My best friend, I thought bitterly. Although everyone in the whole orphanage, teachers included, knew that I liked, no, I fucking loved Mello, he seemed determined to not notice.
I wondered if it was better that way. Mello's friendship meant more than life itself to me and if he found out how I felt about him, if he was disgusted or repulsed by my feelings… by me… I didn't know what I would do. He was my only reason for suffering though each day.
As I walked up to the door, I was able to hear odd noises from within. Someone was in our room crying. I opened the door slowly and found Mello sobbing quietly, while angrily throwing clothes towards an open suitcase. I stared at his back, surprised.
"Are we going somewhere, Mel?" I asked, naturally assuming that he wouldn't leave this hell-hole without me.
"Mello?" I asked anxiously. He turned to face me and I saw tears running down his cheeks. I could feel a pain in my chest at seeing him like this but I also felt proud because I knew that I was the only person he would ever let see him cry.
I looked into his big, beautiful blue eyes and couldn't help but notice how perfect he looked even with tears running down his smooth, pale cheeks. I wanted to run forward and hold him in my arms and comfort him but I found that I couldn't control my legs.
"I am leaving!" he yelled.
It felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart. He was planning on leaving me. Was he really blind enough to not notice that I would follow him to every corner of this God forsaken earth? I had barely survived an hour without him. I shuddered at the thought of waking up to find his bed empty.
"And… you're… leaving me… behind?" My voice cracked on the last word. Could he not see I needed him?
He looked up at me, surprise written across his face.
"I was going to…" he said, blushing. "I'm not coming back. Ever." He looked at me and his beautiful eyes tried to decipher my reaction.
"Why?" I asked cautiously and began to study the floor to hide my eyes from his.
"I'd prefer not to talk about it," he stated flatly, with finality clear in his voice.
I knew better than to question him. He seemed to be controlling his emotions very well considering he would have usually lashed out by now. I didn't want to push him and make him angry.
I found my eyes being drawn to his face and took a step towards him.
"I'd like to come with you… if that's okay." I was silently praying that he'd let me go, which surprised me; I wasn't usually so religious. I took another careful step towards him so that there was only a small space between us.
"Mello, can I go with you?" I asked, watching his face very carefully. He looked as though he was going cry again.
"Aw, Mel, please. Don't cry." I took the last step and closed the space. I cautiously put my arms around him, worried he'd shrug them off or hit me, but miraculously he hugged me back and his tears began to fall, landing on my striped top.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly.
"Yes…Thank you," he said, surprising me. Mello was never polite to anyone. "Please… come with me."
I didn't pause to think about my answer. Really, the fact he felt that he had to ask offended me.
"Of course. I'd have followed you anyway." I blushed. I hadn't meant to add that last statement.
Mello looked up at me and I blushed even redder. Holding Mello in my arms was beginning to remind me of my dream.
"I'll have to start packing," I said practically running to our shared bathroom, trying to cover my arousal.
