Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
The cold rain was stroking his face, when he went outside surrounded by grey smoke. He shivered with cold, putting his hands into his pockets. The slight drizzle transformed into heavy droplets, as it started to pour. It rained cats and dogs.
The dark side of autumn was showing its face, and all he wished for was a warm, cozy bed and a cup of hot tea before sleep.
Matt shifted slightly, feeling something bump his head and fell soundlessly on the floor. He lifted the corner of his mouth , when he saw Mello's soft glance.
⁃ What? - he growled dissatisfied
⁃ Come here – purred Mello, moving a little and lifting the corner of the cover up.
⁃ Pff – he snorted – I don't want to end on the floor.
⁃ Don't be a fool, we won't be sleeping - smirked Mello
Before Matt's eyes was infinite darkness, it was like he'd been blindfolded. He walked from memory, to spite the darkness. The night was starless, the milky white glow of the moon trying to penetrate between the clouds unsuccessfully.
The cold rain covered his cheeks, torturing them with even more hard raindrops. He was soaked to the bone, the wet clothes weighed on him, his red hair falling into his eyes, causing streams of water to flow down on his face.
He made his was through the people on the street around him, ignoring their comments, at once jostling them and being jostled. He clenched his fists, tried to control the tears welling up in his eyes.
He rested his face on his elbows to see calm, sleepy Mello's face. Golden strands were scattered on the pillow, shiny with colorful reflections, as if by young light shining through a narrow window. A smile wandered across Mellow's slightly parted lips and Matt's heartbeat fastened.
⁃ Shh... - he hissed to himself to calm down. He didn't want to wake Mello up either, or listen to him howling from early morning.
Mello murmured something incomprehensible and turned onto his right side, showing his blushed cheek. Matt, maybe due to boredom, maybe guided by a specific father instinct, started to hum a random melody that wandered through his mind.
⁃ Stop, you're so off-key. – Mello whispered softly. Matt felt warm breath on his neck and the first greedy kiss of today. - Since when is drunken babble a lullaby? – he looked at Mellow intrigued and reached blindly under the bed. Paper rustled, as he broke off a piece of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth with the enthusiasm of a five-year-old child.
⁃ Aren't you over doing it a bit? Trying to kill your worries with candy? How...childlish. - Matt giggled. He received a tender nudge soon enough.
Mello untangled himself from the damp bedding and got up of bed. He glanced on Matt.
⁃ I'm overdoing it? - Mello asked, crossing hands on his chest and stomping his foot in a remarkably childishly fashion. - I cant breath here, darling – he said and covered his face with his hand to make his point. - Open the window, or we will choke to death. - he said as he walked towards the bathroom.
⁃ Stop whining – Matt rose with a silent sigh and put a cigarette in his mouth.
A colorful wave of umbrellas hindered Matt's view, but he didn't care of it. He was still wandering, avoiding charms of city nightlife. He had a feeling that all the streets formed a special maze that had no end. Countless times he passed same grey building, the same lamp and still same cat digging through the trash.
No!
He knew this place by heart – whenever he walked this way, everything took a simple scheme like in a kaleidoscope. He lost the scheme by the next crossing.
He went to a public bathroom. He didn't want to go to the empty flat - not now. He twisted the cold water on and put his head under the sink, closing his eyes.
Matt stormed into the room and without a word dove onto the bed, plunging his face into the pillow. He smiled softly, feeling Mello's scent everywhere.
⁃ Matt? - Mello put down his pen and leaned back on his chair. He intently listened to the shallow breaths of his friend and betting that Matt had ran for a long distance.
⁃ What...? - Matt gave him an intrigued glance. He licked blood from his lips with the tip of his tongue.
⁃ Who cut your lip? - the sigh was stolen by a smooth kiss.
He gazed at his reflection in a mirror. Same face. Same glance. Same night.
He puffed on a cigarette and plunged look into gray smoke floating in the air, making a vanguard mosaic.
He snorted under his breath like a furious cat. He couldn't even remember Mello's face... it was so smooth and a bit feminine. His azure eyes, piercing everything around, and... And...
All the thoughts, which constructed from those blurry memories the image of Mello, fell apart like a house of cards. He reached into his pocket and pressed the green button, pulled the phone to his ear without even looking at the display.
⁃ Hi. I've blown up a building and there is high possibility that I'm the one alive. I cannot move, and it seems that the walls might collapse anytime. Could you...?
No, bloody hell, I couldn't! he thought, annoyed, continuing is sentence, despite of himself. The characteristic Russian accent was unique, that he could recognize it even at the edge of the world.
⁃ Give me a sec. I'll be there.
He smiled crookedly. He already knew that he'd never forget the sound of Mello's voice for the rest of his life.
Four years of long, painful waiting, expectantly for any graciously contact. Even maniacally deleting his phone number wasn't a solution – Matt knew it by heart. It was just a matter of time, until his fingers would dial those digits again, and for the hundredth time he would try to get a hold of him. But he couldn't force Mello to answer.
Finally he got what he was waiting for - Matt is supposed to pick up his friend, or what actually what was left of him, from mafia shelter. Excellent.
Why couldn't refuse?
Matt didn't believe in happy endings, but only five minutes were enough for Mello to be on his way to the airport.
Honestly, without Mihael Keehl, he didn't have anyone either.