Welcome Home by blackdragonflower
Summary: Mello's had a long frustrating day. It's nice to have someone that appreciates you to come home to. Matt Mello friendship.
Characters to Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.
A/N: This is not a MattxMello pairing story.
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'Stupid Kira... Stupid Near... At least I got my picture back... so I'm safe now. Nothing of me, everything important is in my care.' Mello pulled out his cell phone and dialed an all too familiar number.
"Yello!"
"Matt..."
"Mhmm?" The gamer sounded distracted on the other side of the line. Mello rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.
"Have you been goofing off all day or doing what I requested?"
"Both." Laughter. "I worked a little this morning... took a break... worked a little more... went out for a smoke since you hate me smoking in the apartment... then took a nap."
"And?"
"Oh yeah... then I woke up and played some games."
Mello groaned in annoyance. His tone was irratated. "So you have been goofing off all day."
"No. Not all day." Matt chuckled from his side of the line. "God Mells... You make me sound like such a lazy bum."
"You are a lazy bum Matt. Don't try to fool yourself. I'll talk to you when I get home..."
The Matt on the other line sounded surprised. "You're coming home? Right now?"
"Yeah..."
Mello could only picture the grin on Matt's face as he said the next words. There was something odd in his tone. "Alright see you soon!"
The mafia leader pushed past groups of people that crowded the sidewalk and slipped into an alley. He was surrounded by a trio of thugs, young teens. "Give us the money you've got girl..." It was on. Mello growled. The teens just had simple weapons, baseball bats and a crowbar, and just three of them. They obviously hadn't done this kind of thing much. Mello didn't hesitate to pull out his gun and point it at the one in the middle disgusted. They dropped their weapons in shock, afraid.
"Look. I've had a long stressfulday. Don't fuck around with me. Find something else to do with your time punks." Then Mello smirked. It was such a sadistic smirk that it made the teenagers' skin crawl. "Now... get lost." They didn't have to be told twice. They scampered off leaving behind their weapons. Mello laughed a little. They were gang wannabe punks who didn't know who they were messing with. Mello replaced the gun in its place and walked through the rest of the alleys, avoiding the general public. He put his hands in his pockets. He felt the edge of the picture in one, and pulled it out. He laughed a little at himself then shoved it back into the pocket where it belonged. He was so going to burn the thing when he got home, to dispose of the evidence completely. He entered the apartment complex and climbed the stairs. On the seventh floor he took a turn down the hall and came to the room number, 7-17. He put the key in the lock and gave it a gentle twist. The door opened however, not because Mello pushed it open but because Matt pulled it open. This action caused Mello to fall forward.
Matt caught his friend in a clumsy hug and kicked the door shut. Mello found himself trying to supress a smile, and a laugh or two. It seemed like all the stress just melted away when he was in his best friend's presence. "Hey Mells. Welcome home."