Chapter 1~
Reunion.
Lyrics; 'Running up that Hill' -Placebo.
Author's note;
Spuee~ I'm actually finding this story SO easy to write. It comes so naturally it's unbelievable. Anyway, if in some places the lyrics don't really go with the scene, that's because it was the music part of the song that inspired me xD AND this is my first song fic, so no hating please 3 AND! xD I welcome critisism, so be sure to tell me what's bad and good about the story, but no flames, 'kay?
Ringing. All he could hear was a piercing ringing in his ears. But he was alive, and running, blonde hair whipping back as he did so. The left side of his face stung, the burning sensation travelling down the whole left side of his body, caused him to clasp his eyes shut, so much so that he felt they would snap at any given moment. His breath came out in rapid gasps and he came to a halt around a desolite corner, just a couple of feet from the newly blown up building. He still had the switch that he had used to set off the bombs in his hand. Throwing it to one side, his other hand raised to peel the gas mask off his face. Draping down the left side of his face, various shades from pink to red adorned his once pale skin. It stung, bad. He clenched his teeth, reaching to pull the hem of his top over his head. It was hard, the lamp black leather sticking to the burns that continued down his neck and torso, making the pain unbearable. Finally getting it off, he let the cold air hit his wounds, soothing them nicely. It wasn't long before he was on the move again. Trecking through the ruins of the mafia's once hideout. He peered around the corner, seeing the remaining members of the taskforce were still alive. "Damn..." The blonde mumble to himself. They were still alive, and he had lost the Death Note. He needed to get it back, and fast. Anger bubbled up in the pit of his stomach. Yagami had known his name... But how? He shook his head rapidly, turning to leave the scene. He gave one look back, blue eyes scanning the smoke that was still settling and fire that still raged in some places. It looked... nice. Almost like fireworks
Doesn't hurt me. You wanna feel, how it feels? You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
***
He stumbled a few times, finding it hard to keep up his steps. The leather of his boots were worn. How long had he been walking now? Too long. Hours surely. The sun was rising, and all that managed to form in his head were just thoughts about where the fuck he was. Finally, drenched with fatigue, the immense pain that ran down his face, neck and torso won the battle against his stamina, and he collapsed to his knees, hands hanging at his sides. He blinked a few times, before falling to the ground completely on his stomach. It wasn't long before he blanked out, falling unconcious.
You wanna hear, about the deal I'm makin'? You...
His eyes stung with tiredness as he awoke to the smell of breakfast. Sausages and eggs to be exact. Reaching up to feel his face, the blonde noticed a bandage had been wrapped around the burnt part of his face, and continued down his body. Who...? He didn't have time for that. He stumbled out of bed drunkenly, only to lose his footing and fall to the ground with a loud thud.
You and me...
All at once, he heard footsteps and the door swung open. The former mafia member sat on the floor in awe at the sight before him. "M-Matt!" He blurted, finding it sore to even move his mouth. The redhead that stood in the doorway smiled, the ash of his cigarette falling onto the floor. "Mello." He simply replied, adjusting his orange-tinted goggles as he eyed the blonde that still sat on the floor. "Need a hand?" He asked, out-stretching his gloved arm. The blonde tried to lift his arm, but the burns that had stained down his torso prevented him from doing so, causing him to whince in pain. Matt quickly lent down to the blonde male's side and wrapped his arm around his waist, hoisting him onto the bed.
And if I only could, make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places.
"Thanks..." The blonde mummbled under his breath, unable to properly thank the redhead no matter how much he wanted to. "Matt... How did you-" He was shushed by the redhead. "What happened to you?" The gamer asked, frowning slightly. Mello sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and dangling his arms over them. "It's a long story..." Matt took the hint, and nodded, turning to face the wall.
Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building.
"You saved my life..." Mello said after a short silence, causing Matt to turn back and look at him with a slightly confused expression. He took the cigarette that had been placed in between both his lips, crushing it into the base of the ashtray that lay on the bedside locker.
If I only could...
"...Thank you." Mello nodded before fixing his aqua gaze on the redhead. Matt mearly shrugged, as if it did not bother him in the slightest, but it did. He shifted in his position slightly, unsure of what to say to his friend. "It's my job." He finally decided on. "Ever since we were kids." Mello gave an exasperated laugh. His thoughts led back to the days in Wammy's House, when Matt would get Mello out of fights and arguements. He remembered one night very clearly.
***
Mello sat in the library, working on his essay for the following day, but he knew he wouldn't do better then Near. He never did. The fifteen year old boy whiped the tiredness from his eyes and looked at the clock. 00:56, he sighed closing the thick book with a bang. Gathering his stuff, he shoved them into his satchel and hoisted the strap over his shoulder, making for the exit. Before he reached it however, the entrance at the other side of the dark library slammed with a rather loud bang, causing the petit blonde to jump and spin around.
You don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies.
Mello listened. Four, no, five rather sturdy males were storming through the library. He turned to go out the third exit that was on the far left of the library, only for a few of the males to be waiting there for him. Mello's heart skipped a beat. He knew these guys, they had bullied him before.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder, there's a thunder in our hearts, baby.
"Hey Mello." One skin-headed individual said in his thick British accent. The small blonde didn't say anything, only afraid that he would agitate the boys that stood in front of him, clearly twice his size and swallowed the lump forming in his throat. It wasn't until one of them approached him from behind did he know that he wasn't getting out of this one so easily. The individual that stood behind him grabbed his arms, causing Mello to leave out a squeel of fright. The other members laughed at him. "Is Melly gonna cry?" One snorted, stepping up to take the first hit.
So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me we both matter, don't we?
His thick fist collided with Mello's stomach. The blonde gritted his teeth, thus causing the tears that fell from his eyes. They laughed again. Mello was sure he was going to be killed this time, since all five of them had caught him all at once. The boy that stood in front of him gave an arrogant smirk, pulling his fist back for another punch. Mello kept his eyes squeezed shut, that was until he heard a loud crash, causing his eyes to shoot open and see a flurry of black, white and red fly past his eyes and ram into the taller male. Matt.
You... You and me... You and me wont be unhappy.
He always came just in time. "You little shit!" Another one yelled, grabbing Matt by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Mello thrashed and struggled against the male behind him, trying to get free and return the favour to his friend. Eventually the blonde threw his leg backwards, kicking the bulky male in the shin. He heard the male cry out in pain as he quickly jumped for the boy that had his hands on Matt, colliding with him, sending them both to the floor. Now Mello was on top on the male who had punched him in the stomach, beating into him mercilessly.
If I only could, make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places. Be running up that road.
A punch came from the side, hitting Mello right in the eye. The blonde cluthed the side of his face, his ears ringing with pain. They couldn't last forever. Him and Matt had to get out of there and fast. He stood staggering slightly before he was sent to the floor by someone Matt had rammed into. Mello opened his eyes, finding it difficult to spot Matt in the dark, but Mello soon saw the red haired male curled into a ball under a nearby desk. He crawled to him under the other's legs, soon reacheding the desk that Matt was hiding under, and sitting himself next to the redhead.
Be running up that hill, be running up that bulding. If I only could... C'mon baby,
"Where the fuck did they go?!" The 'leader' of the group shouted, and it sounded like he was giving out to the others for letting them get away. Matt and Mello kept their breaths low, the blonde's right eye still throbbing from the punch he had recieved moments ago. As Mello thought back now, it was rather cowardly of them to have hid away under a desk, but at the time, it was the only chance they had of surviving what seemed like a life threatening attack.
C'mon, c'mon darling, let me steal this moment from you now. C'mon angel, c'mon c'mon darling
"Let's get out of here!" One taller boy said, aggitation clear in his voice. It wasn't long before they left, and Mello let out a sigh, followed by silent sobs. Matt had his head tilted back as he looked up to the underside of the desk, raspy pants escaping him. Neither of them said anything until Matt proceeded to get out from under the table. "Let's get back to our room, Mello." He said casually, as if nothing had happened, stretching his arm out to help his friend up. Mello looked up at him, damp patches staining his cheeks. Matt removed his hand from Mello's aid and knelt down on his knees infront of the blonde, wrapping his arms around him in a sympathetic hug. Mello stared wide eyed as the gamer forced his whole body wieght on him, before closing his eyes and embracing the hug too.
Let's exchange the experience.
"Don't worry, I'll always be here to save you." The redhead whispered. "Thank you, Matt" Mello replied, unable to get anything else out after he broke down in his friends arms.
*** If I only could... Be running up that hill
And if I only could, make a deal with God and get him to swap our places. Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building. No problem.