A.N. I thought this up while at the 4th of July fire works, so bare with me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…. Literally, I have no money or an I.D.
Fireworks
Matt sat on the outer corner of the blanket shared by him, Mello and Near, at the 4th of July fireworks show. It was the second time the three had gone to the yearly American show since the Kira case had ended, and last years did not count as peaceful and joyous as the world was in total chaos. But, never mind the joy and glory of this holiday, Matt was feeling put out.
Mello and Near were curled up together in the middle of the blanket. Mello was curled up into Near with his head on the white haired boy's shoulder, Nears arm rapped around Mello's thin waste. Mello sighed, looked at Near, and received a gentle kiss.
Matt Forced himself to look away from them and watch the finally of the fireworks. Why was Mello with Near? he couldn't help but ask himself. Had Near pulled him out of an exploded building and spent months tending his wounds? No. Had Near gone through with a kidnapping that had earned him two bullets in the chest and a grazed cheek? No. Who had been with Mello through his entire life? Not Near. No, it was Matt, the best friend.
I should be happy for them. They are happy, so I will be happy for them. Matt told himself, and clapped as the last burst of exploding, pigmented shards of flaming metal fell, cooling and disappearing from the sky. Mello was like fireworks, he decided: Nice to look at, from a distance, but in the end just that; something to look at, not to actually touch. Matt knew that, and he had accepted it. That acceptance, however, did not make the knowledge any less painful and that pain any less real.
Matt hopped to his feet off the blanket. Mello and Near fallowed suite, Mello bending to fold the blanket and slip it back into the backpack he had brought.
"That was fun. I'll see you guys later, Mello, Near," Matt said, offering a hand to the two younger men in front of him.
"Matty, you can't leave yet. We should go hand out some where," Mello protested.
"Sorry Mello, I want to beat traffic, and, by the looks of it… I already lost that one," Matt said. He had stopped calling the blond Mell after he and Near had started going out, after doing so once in front of the near albino and receiving glares that would have stopped Mello in his tracks. "I'm just gonna' go home tonight."
"You know, Melly, we should fallow Matt's lead and head home ourselves," Near said provocatively, using Matt's old nick-name for the blonde none the less, and it was like a kick to the diaphragm for Matt. Mello, however, squealed with glee.
"Well, I won't hold you two up any longer. Night guys," Matt said, heading off toward his car, which he had refused to exchange after the whole being shot fiasco that had led to the capture of Kira. You know, the name Matt isn't even mentioned in any of the Kira documentaries, not once. The only time I was recognized was as the assistant to Mello that got shot, and the one time Mello mentioned me as being more than that they cut the scene out. Matt thought. What could he say, he was in a pity party mood.
He decided to, rather than head strait home, back to his cheep apartment and games and computers, head toward his favorite bar, a slightly dingy haunt, but it was always seeping with strong liquor, loud music, and dancers who, while not on the same level as a particular blonde, were not terrible on the eyes. And, as a bonus, it almost never had any lines at all.
Mello, from Near's car, frowned as he watched Matt, who was a car ahead of them, turn in the opposite direction of his apartment. He was worried about Matt, but shook the worry out of his head, smiled and kissed his boyfriend. Matt was just his friend, after all.
END.
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