Part 1
"Exit Wounds" - Placebo
~Want you so bad I can taste it,
but you're nowhere to be found.
I'll take a drug to replace it.
or put me in the ground~
He could no longer stare at the image on the screen: The very last image he had been able to get ahold of. It was filled by a slightly blurry image of a man in a heavy black coat with furred trim and blond hair peaking out from underneath. Blue orbs stared menacingly at the security camera, along with the gun pointed up. Seconds later the feed would be lost and all previous data corrupted; all except what he had saved to server.
His fingertips touched the screen. "Where are you?" The image was over two years old, and to be honest he was losing patience...and hope.
Two years and eight months since he had seen him, kissed him, felt his skin, fucked him. He was supposed to be there helping him, not chasing his shadow. That night, the one where the argument had gotten so terribly out of control and almost landed him in a hospital-but instead, in Mello's bed-should have been the turning point. Mello was to be formally inducted into the mafia the next day and Matt was certain he had convinced him not to do it alone, to have outside help. A friend..something more.
At least until morning came and he had been alone.
He wanted the blond so bad he could taste the kisses; the hollow of Mello's hips, the salty trail of-
His fingers left dirty streaks on the computer screen, and Matt could not honestly care. He bared his teeth as his lips trembled—out of anger or desperation was uncertain.
"Goddamn it!" He hissed, closing his eyes. He needed to know Mello was alright. He did not care about the case, or some petty childhood revenge or whatever it was. He only cared about his friend.
Who, like a ghost, left no trace.
"URG!" Matt screamed and his fist shot into the computer screen. The monitor flew off the desk and landed on the floor in a loud crash. Matt was all controlled rage for a few long moments-a deadly, oddly silent calm-before he picked up his keyboard and slammed it against the edge of the desk until keys began to fall off, and a crack formed in the middle. He let the damaged item fall from his grasp and grabbed the next closest item to repeat.
The room looked like a hurricane had bowled through it when he was done-and he simply .care.
As if mocking him, Mello's image still shown on the cracked, flickering monitor. He put his boot through it and walked from the room without a second glance.
He could replace them tomorrow.
Tonight...he had to fix everything else.
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AN: This is a three part series, little scenes that are interconnected but each have a very different feel so will be different chapters. I should have the next one up tomorrow, but for now i'm looking over the next chapter of Must Love Sharks.
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Disclaimer: i do not own or make money from the anime Death Note, or the lyrics that inspired this part of the fic-those belong to Placebo, as stated above.
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