"Mello...," the game had been paused for a while, the green eyes had been looking at the young face for a while, the boy spoke.
Because if he didn't there would be too much left unsaid. The room was dimly lit, and rain beat on the windows of the house as loud wind whipped around the corners in terrifying howls. His deliberation had only been mussed by nature's cries, he sat rigid in his chair now. One leg thrown up over the arm and the other knee at his chest, the foot in the seat beside his rear.
His voice sounded out of place, tense and unsure. The blonde's eyes blinked open and he sat up from where he'd been laying on the arm of the couch. Rubbing his face with a gloved hand, he sat quietly a moment. A plan that had been forming in his mind was keeping him from sleep. His heart was uneasy, the friend that would do anything for him... And now it had silenced itself from sheer exhaustion.
Like a train that was coming to a halt from lack of steam before it reached the not-too-far-off end of the tracks.
He groaned, laying back down after waking himself up enough to concentrate on whatever the red-head had to say. He'd listen for a minute or two and then try to drift away again... this whole game of cat and mouse with Kira was getting old. Too old for his liking. He needed some action, a little excitement. Not a few unconditional theories that could never be proven, never be used and accepted by the general public.
Truthfully... he had a feeling that this new L was Kira. And when he caught up with that guy, he'd never let him out of his sight. And if the evidence didn't point to this new L (but Mello was still sure that it was him who was the murderer)... well, silent executions weren't unheard of.
But they were heading into hot water, the two of them. And somebody was going to get hurt. Somebody would get hurt. The blonde knew it was gunna be one of them.
"What, Matt?" he asked after a second of thought.
The two looked at each other hard, and for a second, there was something between them that was less of allies and more a kinship... a kind of love. But it was gone quickly, even if they did feel it because they felt the direness of the situation.
Somebody's gunna get hurt.
Jesus, Matt hoped it wouldn't be him or his friend. But he knew it would be. It would be one of them, that was inevitable.
He had so much to tell his friend... something about that feeling (the kinship, the love) that they'd felt... but he hadn't an idea of how to put it into words. So he just sat silent for another second and looked at the eyes. The eyes he'd been looking into since childhood, the eyes of someone who was his best friend; who would always be his best friend.
The person he's do anything in the world for, and get the same back from.
"...Nothing," he mumbled, but his voice rang clear in both their ears. It definitely wasn't nothing. No, the two had something.
Something that would only be stopped by death. And even then not be forgotten.
Some awkward kind of unrealistic, unbelievable, inevitable, unformulated, and far from being thought out love.
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A.N. Okay, I had this idea for a while. This might end up having more chapters, like a bunch of different Mello and Matt involved drabbles. but that's only if enough people like it...
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