I really don't know if I should continue writing this or not? I mean, I will probably keep it going for a little while, considering I have nothing else to do at the moment, but if people don't like it… Then I'll maybe try and focus on another idea? Anyway, reviews would be a great help, but I hope you enjoy~

Mello had always told me I was completely irresponsible, but I'd never listen, that was until he finally had enough of me and left. Five years had passed since that day. I didn't know it was actually possible to miss someone so much.

Quite pathetic, if you ask me.

He was probably out there, not a care in the world. Not even a second thought about me, nor my well being, yet all I did. Every minute, of every hour, of every day. I thought about him. Where was he? Who was he with? Was he safe? Was he even still…

Never mind say it, I couldn't even think it. Mello had to be safe, he was always the smarter one out of the two of us, even if he was out on the streets I know he'd find a way to get food or shelter. He was Mello, and there was no doubting his skills when it came to survival, because he was one determined son of a bitch.

It is odd. Why I think of him so much. I guess it's because he was my best friend, or rather the only friend I've ever had. I could trust him with anything, all my secrets, not that I had many to tell in the first place. It was just nice to know if you ever needed someone to talk to, or even just sit with, he'd be there.

I couldn't help but blame myself for him running away. It had all happened right after we moved out of Wammy's. Finally free from that shit hole of a home. We rented a small apartment on the bad side of town, and did what we could for money.

Well, when I say we, what I mean is Mello. I never got a job. I just hacked, that's how I got my money, but Mello didn't like it. He said it was unfair. That I should earn my money with my body and actually work hard. However, I did always doubt what he meant by his body, considering Mello was one of the prettiest guys I knew, no homo, hell knew what he did for cash.

Anyway, my point is. Mello got pissed. He came home one day and went on and on, telling me I was useless, I was just going to wither away at my computer screen. That I wasn't living. Little did he know I was planning to hack into a bank. It was a huge deal I'd been working on for months. Then we'd be able to leave this place, get a decent apartment, and Mello wouldn't have to do, whatever it was that got him so hot and bothered when he came home, for money.

It was successful, but he wasn't around to experience the joy and thousands of dollars that came along with the robbery. It was a shame really, but I finally moved. Even if that did mean he'd no longer be able to find me so easily, I had to move. Living there was making me miserable.

Now here I am, in L.A, I have a small studio apartment, it's nothing too fancy, just nice. I really wish I could have shared the money with him. He did so much for me all those years ago. He kept me going when I'd already given up. He was my backbone, my support system, and when he left those things left with him.

Fourteen cans of red-bull later and forty eight hours at the computer screen and I'd finally done it. I tracked him down. There he was. That beautiful mother fucking blond.

A small chuckle left my lips, although I wasn't quite too sure what it was. This sensation, being able to track him down after all that time. Maybe it was the determination that drove me insane, or the fact that the world was falling apart at my doorstep, and I was completely oblivious to it. Well, some part of me must have known. Something in my head was telling me I needed to find him, he was waiting. I knew it.

Grabbing my fur vest and leather gloves. With the sound of the zip snapping under my chin, and my goggles slapping harshly against the skin around my eyes, I headed out the door and down the street.

The sight I was met with. Well, let's just say I hadn't been out for a couple of weeks, but this… This I was not expecting.

People. No. They weren't people. What were they?

Diseased? Insane? Some sort of occult? I had no idea, but to be honest I was not sticking around long enough to find out. I jumped in my baby Camaro before I was spotted and pulled out of the parking lot.

The city was well… Mayhem. People were killing, looting, rioting through the streets. But, most disturbingly… Eating other people. To be honest I'd dreamed of this day. I had. I was a slob, all I did was sit in my apartment and played games all day while going through the occasional forum for a chat with other strangers like myself.

That would have been the ideal life for me. But, not now. Right now I wanted Mello. I needed to see him before he ran. I knew him. Where there was danger you'd find Mello.

I fumbled with the dial on the radio, tuning it in until I found a live station where a very erratic woman explained what was going on. Apparently this had been happening for a couple of weeks now. Oh wow. I really didn't have a life at all if hell was raising and I'd literally not cared enough to notice.

I feared that maybe I'd be killed by one of the diseased purely for ignoring their existence for the first few weeks they decided to wreak havoc.

I bit down on the finger of my glove and tore it off with my teeth, wiping my face with my, now bare, hand. I needed to think straight. Mello was the priority here. I needed to get to him, and fast.

He was in the next town over, which was roughly another hour away, and according to the radio station it had been hit harder than any other state. Great. Just, my, fucking, luck.

"Fuck, Mello." I grunted, slipping my glove back on, both hands now firmly planted on the wheel. Another hour to kill before I was killed. Great.

But, I was wrong.

When I reached the town it was dead. Everything was a mess, but it was dead. Cars piled up, bodies, everywhere. It really was horrific, however it would have been more horrifying if I actually gave a shit if I died or not.

I cruised through the streets slowly, he was at a bar. I didn't remember the name, but thankfully I had a good memory when it came to buildings and landmarks.

The Winchester.

"Well, hello beautiful."

I smirked, feeling like a complete prick for talking to the boarded up building in front of me. He had to be in there. He just had to be.

I hopped out of my car, locking it behind me, and keeping my hand on the gun hidden inside my vest, just in case. You never know who is going to jump out at you, or in this case what.

I looked up, and there he was. That arrogant asshole. One foot up on the corner of the roof, almost as if he'd fall if a breeze hit him. What a cocky asshole, but I'd never been so happy to see such a prick.

I chose not to say anything, instead I crept around the back and picked the lock, I couldn't control the foolish grin that was plastered to my face, at the sense of achievement. I just couldn't believe I'd found him in such a short amount of time, there was no mistaking Mello. That was him and-

Click.

Fuck…

Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. I could have stayed in my apartment, I did not come from the comfort of my plush home, that was most likely safe due to there being no break ins the whole time I was hiding there, just to be killed by some scared idiot.

I raised my hands either side of my head, innocently, along with my head to look at my captor.

"Don't shoot! Please! My friend he-"

"Go on…"

I sighed and lowered my hands. He wouldn't shoot. Mello was an asshole, but he wouldn't blow his ex? Best friends brains out.

"Well, you know I noticed this arrogant prick, he's pretty small, and has a filthy mouth-"

"I may have a filthy mouth, but I can do pretty filthy things with it."

I was cut off, but I simply rolled my eyes as he pulled me inside, locking the door behind me.

"How'd you find me?"

"You know, you actually wasn't that hard to track down when I actually bothered to look."

Yeah right, five years, not too hard. Whatever Matt, you know he can read you perfectly, so why are you even trying to put up a front?

"I see. So you must have missed me if you spent five years looking for me. Don't you think maybe I let you find me this time?"

What an asshole.

"I missed you."

"I know."

Prick.

"So…"

I didn't know what to say, why did I have to say anything? This was awkward as hell, somehow I'd imagined this like one of those movies, where the people run across a meadow and into each other's arms. Hell no. This was only getting worse and I was kind of regretting it now.

"So…"

He mimicked me, shoving his Beretta down the front of his- hell fucking no, was he seriously wearing leather pants? Whoa, fucking midriff. Mello. I clucked my tongue and shook my head, taking a seat in one of the booths, sighing as I slouched down into the worn out seat. A seat were plenty of hard working people had sat once before me, to take an hour or so to relax before going home to their families.

But, not anymore.

It was strange, and now that the end of the world was happening, I realised. I wouldn't miss any of those normal things, because well… I didn't have any of them. I never left the house, online delivery saved me from doing so.

But, it was sad. I'd missed out on so much. Mello was right. Mello… Wait he was saying something. I snapped out of thought and looked at him, now paying attention to whatever it was he was blathering on about.

"I've been here for a week already. You didn't notice did you? I figured you'd find me soon enough though, when you found out, you know… About the infected."

He knew I'd look for him? Wow, he really had gotten cockier. I hadn't imagined it was possible, but here we were. But, what did he mean by infected? Did he know how all of this started? He probably did. Mello was pretty smart, and if something big was happening, he was sure to at least have more information than the regular Joe.

"Yeah, I didn't notice. Fuck it. Mello come here. We need to talk. I'm sorry okay. I've been looking for so long and-"

No. I couldn't. Don't let him have the upper hand. He can't do this to you. Not again. He makes you think he trusts you and then he leaves. It's Mello. He'd leave you for dead if those things attacked right now. Keep yourself together.

"And?"

"Nothing. You know what it doesn't matter Mello. You left without even giving me a chance! I woke up and you were gone! I was hacking a bank! To get us money! To keep you from fucking hell know's who for money!"

Slap!

I raised my hand to my bright red cheek and gawked at the blond opposite me. The expression on his face wasn't too desirable. The blood rushed to my cheek and it began to sting. Shit, he'd hit me really hard. That was one thing I didn't miss about him. How much he use to hit me. But, looks like I'd have to get use to this all over again. Maybe he'd get complete control over his anger. But, I did have to admit I deserved that one.

"Mello I'm… I didn't…"

"Shut up."

His voice was stern as he raised a hand to me, cutting me off from talking, for now.

I simply nodded in response. I was not arguing with him, not now anyway. Not when we'd just been reunited after so long. Even if it wasn't all I'd expected, he was here, and that was all that mattered right now. I let out a small breath I didn't know I'd been holding and then something in my mind clicked.

I reached into my pocket and dug about for a second or two, before pulling out a long string of beads, more so a rosary. Mello's rosary, I know he'd left it for me when he ran. The morning he left I found it hooked to the end of my bed, not a note, or even a goodbye. That was my goodbye.

"You left this. I figured it would only be right to return it to it's rightful owner."

I leaned forward, hesitantly placing it over his head it suited him much better, but it almost looked a sin to wear it with all that leather. But, of course, only Mello could pull of such a look. Sometimes it made me wonder what made him hold so hope in their being a God. He wasn't too religious, but he did always drag me into a church every time we passed one.

"Thanks… I didn't actually think you'd notice it, let alone keep it."

At least he wasn't brooding and acting like he hadn't left it for me, that was what I'd expected of him in the first place. Maybe he had grown up a little. I could tell his temper was a lot more under control now, had he been working on it?

"Hey, Mells…"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any food stocked up in this place? A bed? I have my car out back, maybe we can stay the night then leave in the morning if you want?"

"Sure thing. We have food. Come on."

With that he stood, heading up a narrow set of stairs, and up to a small apartment. Hell this must have been Mello's place. I was right. I knew I had to be. The interior all black and red. Every piece of furniture of Gothic design, and not to mention the shelves and bookcases full of classical titles. This sure was his little haven, huh?

"Nice place."

I complimented, as I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, quickly looking over the names, not really knowing many of them. I never did read so much. But, Mello. He always had his face buried in a book back at Wammy's.

"Thanks. We have to leave though. People know I'm here. We're not safe. We'll leave in the morning."

He seemed to mold perfectly to the leather sofa, camouflage at it's best. With a small nod of agreement, I decided to join him, shuffling to the edge of the couch and leaning on the arm, just taking the whole room in, admiring the view.

"You grew, huh? Still too thin though."

I knew he'd say that. He always use to poke at my stomach whenever I seemed to gain one, it was odd really. I think he liked it, but I wasn't too sure. He'd usually just be all 'hey fat ass you need to drop a few'' but with Mello that meant he was actually taking notice of you, so I never complained and just shrugged his words off.

"You never did like me when I was thin, never liked me anyway..."

I grumbled the last part to myself, but I knew he heard me when my shin was met with the tip of his boot. I hissed and glared at him, only to be flashed a smile that read; 'dare complain and I'll only do it again, and harder.'

"Show me to the bedroom."

"Oh, eager now are we? Down boy. I may have to kick you again."

Fucking jackass.

Mello grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the bedroom, there was a double sized four poster bed. It was actually a little small for what I'd expected of him.

"Have you packed? There's plenty of space in my car, so maybe we should get that done so there's less hassle in the morning if we have to make a quick run for it."

"Done, and done. They've been packed a whole week, while I was-"

While you were what, Mello? Waiting for me? I know you were, so you don't need to try and deny it, funny thing was, he didn't. He just shut up and showed me the pile of bags and suitcases full of clothes and food, and other miscellaneous objects.

"So we're going to bed now? I'm sleeping in my boxers. Don't complain."

He simply groaned and sat at the edge of the bed, tugging off his boots and leather pants. I chuckled when he struggled getting them past his thighs, watching as he suffered.

For some reason I wasn't so hungry anymore, and then maybe I figured it would be a good idea to only eat when really necessary, food was going to be difficult to get a hold of now, and we were both thin enough as it was.

"Hey, Blondie."

I sat down on the opposite side of the bed, we now had our backs to each other as we pulled our clothes off. First my boots met the wooden floor with a clunk, then my vest, jeans. But, my goggles remained on my face. I wasn't taking those off unless necessary. Although it would be nice to get a better look at him without that golden tint.

"Yeah?"

"Want me to fix up your phone for you so it works?"

"Sure, I suppose you will come in handy in the future. I was right to wait about for you."

Now he'd admit it, huh? Only because I was of use. Whatever. I took the phone as he handed me it. placing it next to my own on the nightstand.

"I have parts in my car. I'll get it fixed up when we're on the road tomorrow if you're willing to drive for a few?"

"Sure. I don't mind."

With a sigh I ran my hand through my hair, and was a little surprised when I felt a tug on the elastic at the back of my goggles.

"Me-"

I turned around to see him, he was kneeling up on the bed, pulling my goggles from my face.

"Hey, hey, hey! Mells you know I don't-"

"Shut up."

I sighed and complied, as he pulled my goggles off, giving a small smile as he set them down on the nightstand. I didn't know what his deal was half the time, but he knew I hated my eyes. So it really made me feel sick when he pulled shit like this.

"Mello, enough."

I warned, or rather I tried to, my tone wasn't threatening enough at all. Never would be, nothing would scare Mello off, especially not me. He knew he had me wrapped around his little finger, and he knew I loved it that way.

"Fine."

He moved away from me and jumped under the covers, tugging them up to his neck and turning on his side, his back facing me of course. It was humorous sometimes how he could act so adamant and tough, yet the next minute he'd be sulking like a baby. Now that he thought about it, it was quite cute…. No. Wait. No. Not gay. You don't like Mello. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Get in."

"Fine."

No arguments Matt. Just get in bed and get to sleep. I told myself, countless times. Ah, shit the covers sure felt nice. I stretched my legs out as I pulled the covers up over myself, lying down on my back.

"Hey Mells… What is it? Why are they… You know?"

"I don't know Matt…"

"You think we're going to be okay?"

"Get to sleep."

"But… I'm not tired yet."

"It all started three weeks ago-"

There was a pause and the sheets ruffled as he shifted into his back, there now being less space in the bed, we both lay with our arms tucked under our heads, looking at the ceiling. It was a little awkward I had to admit, but at the same time, nice. I didn't realise how much I'd missed his company. He was sarcastic, arrogant, and pretty much an asshole. But, he was my asshole, and I'd missed him like hell.

"-I don't know what it is exactly, but it's some sort of virus. It spreads through the bite, or you know, blood to blood contact."

"I see… So zombies?"

"Kind of, but you don't come back. It's more of an infection, a disease. Not the undead type."

"Oh, well that's a shame…"

Mello turned his head and raised a brow at me.

"A shame? Why so?"

"Well, you know. It would have been like the real apocalypse, but now there's a chance of a cure."

"You're such an idiot."

Finally, he cracked a smile.

"I missed that."

Automatically I was greeted with his back once again.

"Night."

I sighed and shook my head, a small grin on my lips. I turned onto my side, our backs facing each other. It felt nice to share a bed with someone. I think the only person I'd actually came in contact with was the landlady, and the occasional delivery guy. Oh well. I had to get use to them now, I had no choice.

"Night."

"I missed you too…"

It was a whisper, and I could barely hear him due to his head being buried under the covers, but those words meant the world to me. I buried my face into the pillow, with a small sigh. I hope living with Mello was going to be a lot different this time around.