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Matt's POV
I opened the door and walked into our house, arms full of groceries. I could hear loud, aggravated commands coming from the kitchen and I could help but smile. I walked in, placing the bags on the table, quietly, because Mello was on the phone.
He was sitting sideways on the counter, his right leg folded on top it with him, holding and eating a bar of chocolate in his right hand, and holding the phone with his left. He smiled at me, softly, when I looked up and he put the bar down to give me a sweet wave with his fingers. Then he rolled his eyes and went back to bitching into the phone.
By the sounds of the call, Mello was trying to plan some big 'underground' event like a fight or something and this guy wasn't being very cooperative. I began putting the groceries away. I looked up at Mello and noticed his 'focused face' staring up at the ceiling and his right hand was swung around himself on his left. I smiled, brightly, when I noticed he was absentmindedly playing with his wedding band.
That's right. Mello is mine. Mello and Matt. Mihael and Mail. Just like it always was and always should be. We tied the knot a few months ago, now, a nice August wedding. The fourteenth. I suppose you want the story now, huh? Alright, I guess I can spare a prologue.
Once upon a time, there were two, very sad, very lonely, little boys. They had lost everything. Their mommies, daddies, siblings, homes, lives. They were left with nothing but some clothes, a couple heirlooms, and some memories. They were alone.
Until, they found each other. They ended up at the same orphanage and were assigned as roommates. They soon enough became best friends. Inseparable. They got in a lot of trouble, beating someone up, anyone who pissed Mello off got punched. Stealing chocolate. Stealing the games back from Roger's office that were confiscated.
But they were happy. The blonde and the ginger. Mello and Matt. Mello and me. We grew up together, did everything together. Mello would drag me out of bed in the morning and take me to go get food. We would sit in mostly quiet except for the low music of my games while I played and he studied for hours on end. Mello did pride himself on being number one at Wammy's, but he had to work for it. Sometimes, I would be able to convince him to take a break and play with me.
We were the perfect pair. I was always calm and uncaring about almost everything and Mello was too emotional and often came back to our room after someone was stupid enough to piss him off and had a bitch fit. Throwing stuff, punching stuff. I always let him get it out. He would get up into my face and scream at the top of his lungs but I didn't care.
Why didn't I care? Because I knew he had to get it out and I knew he would never hit me. And he didn't. He always felt so bad after he calmed down for taking it out on me but I just laughed at him. I really didn't care. It meant he trusted me enough that he could scream out whatever he had bottled up inside at me.
And he did trust me, and I trusted him. We even knew each other's real names. The students weren't suppose to share them at Wammy's since one of us would become L's successor. Mello knew I had no interest in becoming it though and that I would never use his real name against him.
Mello also knew L's real name. He had found it on a file of past Wammy's kids. It didn't say specifically that it was L's but Mello was a genius and he was more than capable of putting two and two together. And of course, being his best friend, he had to tell me. We never told anyone else though, and never would.
Years passed and we just grew closer. We hit puberty and turned into hormonal raging teenagers. One day, I realized I might actually have feelings for Mello. I didn't think I was gay, but I wasn't sure. I had never really liked anyone before. Guy or girl.
When we had just turned 13, we were both on my bed watching a movie, when we started having a pillow fight and we fell off the bed and he ended up on top of me and I felt my face heat up when my stomach erupted into butterflies. Basically. About a month after that, Linda had come over to our room for a while and we ended up playing truth or dare. Linda decided to make a complete fool out of the two of us and dared Mello to kiss me. Mello never turned down a dare. It was both of ours' first kiss. It was light and awkward and think I held my breath the whole time, but it was nice.
I remember, one night, I was in our room on my bed and I was thinking about that kiss. I was thinking about how I wanted more. I absentmindedly mumbled about wishing there could be and the next thing I knew, I had a hershey's kiss flying at my head.
"What's this for?" I asked the blonde on the other side of the room.
"It's something my mother use to tell me. When I was little she would give me one and tell me, 'Don't forget to wish upon your hershey's kiss'. You sounded like you were making a wish so I thought that might help.
I smiled. "Thanks." I unwrapped the chocolate and popped it in my mouth thinking, I wish Mello were mine.
Nothing really happened after that. Nothing was awkward between us and we were still best friends. I never told him how I felt. I couldn't. I was afraid he would hate me. Afraid I would lose him. Losing him became apparently inevitable.
About a year after our kiss, he left. I still don't fully know why. It was just after a meeting with L. L had just solved the Kira case and put Light Yagami behind bars. He came here to talk with his obvious successor, Mello, but after the meeting, Mello came running into our room crying and screaming about how he didn't want to be L's successor. He packed up his stuff and left.
I withdrew. I didn't eat or sleep or even go to class most of the time. I locked myself in my room and played video games. I developed my terrible nicotine addiction. I wasn't particularly depressed, I just didn't care enough to take care of myself anymore. Mello was always the one that dragged me down to get food or told me to go to bed and shut my game off when I ignored him. I missed him.
Linda tried taking care of me and she was more successful than anyone else. She would bring me a plate of food usually in the morning and it would last me all day sometimes two days and there was usually still stuff left. But it was something.
Three years after Mello left, and I accepted that he wasn't coming back, I left. I moved to America but Roger made me give him my info so he could get ahold of me and make sure I was doing all right. And I kept in contact with Linda.
I guess it was a good thing I did tell Roger where I was because about a year later, I got a call.
"Hey, is this Matt? It's Mello." I still remember the call perfectly. I heard those words, his voice, and I fell. My knees gave in and buckled and I went down. He had heard the bang. "Hello? Matt? Are you alright?" He sounded so worried. My heart was pounding so loud, I was sure he could hear it. It felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. "..Hello?" He tried once more and I finally forced myself to answer.
"Yeah. Hi. I'm fine, just.. surprised, is all."
"I know. I'm sorry to be calling out of the blue after so long, I just didn't who else to call." There was silence for awhile because I didn't know what to say. He finally continued. "I got myself in quite the mess here, and I was hoping you could help me." He laughed a little.
"You left." That was all I could get out. Tears began stinging my eyes but I blinked them away and bit my lip, refusing to let my voice portray them. I would not let Mello know I was crying.
"I know. I know. I'm sorry Matt. I'm so sorry." I could hear his own voice shaky and I knew I couldn't talk much longer without breaking down, so I told him I would help him and he told me where he was.
I got on the first plane to LA and showed up at his apartment the next morning. The whole trip, my mind was scattered. I mentally prepared myself for meeting Mello again so that I wouldn't just break into a blubbering mess as soon as I saw him.
Normally, yes, I'm not emotional. At all. But Mello was the exception. I couldn't help it. He meant everything to me. He was my first friend (first real friend, I never really got along with anyone at school before Wammy's), best friend, my first crush, my first kiss, maybe, just maybe, my first love. He was the one who brought happiness back into my life after I had lost everything. I admit, I was really excited to see him again, albeit, scared.
The door opened and in the doorway, stood a tall blonde, draped in leather, with a slightly bloody burn covering half his face and shoulder. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my long lost buddy. I could feel tears start to form in my eyes but I ignored them because I was wearing my goggles. Thank God.
He stepped out, smiling and opened his arms asking for a hug. I gladly accepted and wrapped my arms around his waist. We stood there, taking in each other's warmth and scent and feel for a long few moments. We broke away and went inside and spent the evening tending to his wounds and I listened to him tell his story.
Apparently, he had joined the mafia and not too long ago, there was an infiltration at his headquarters. The building was blown up, killing nearly everyone inside. Mello had survived but he had gotten caught in the fire a bit and that's what caused this burn.
Over the next couple days, things seemed to just fall back into place. We were best friends again and every emotion I ever had towards Mello had returned.
He had been working on a small case in the mafia and I was helping him with it. We had been sitting in the living room of his apartment when he got a phone call. I kind of tuned most of it out, playing a game but when he hung up, I looked up. He looked actually depressed, and I knew something bad was going down when he went to take a bite of chocolate but changed his mind and put the bar down on the table.
"What's wrong?" I asked, turning off my game and turning to him.
"I think I'm going to die." He said simply. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I was once again grateful for my goggles.
"What? Y.. You can't!" I forced my voice to be calm, not letting Mello know I was crying. I stood up. Mello gave me a very confused look. "I.. I just got you back.. I can't lose you again." I tried to keep my voice steady but I knew I was failing.
Mello stood up and grabbed onto my goggles, pulling them down to around my neck. He gave me a sad look as he wiped the tears from my face. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I felt a rage suddenly come over me. I was going to tell him what has always been on my mind and do whatever I could to get him to leave the mafia.
"I.. I love you, Mello!" I choked it out. Here goes nothing. "You can't leave me! I was completely lost these past years without you! I couldn't eat or sleep or anything because all that was on my mind was you! My grades dropped right off the charts! I missed you so much, it hurt!" He hugged me, suddenly, arms wrapped tightly around my torso and I sobbed into his shoulder. "Please.." I sobbed.
"Matt.. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." I could hear his voice quivering, and I knew he was crying now, too. "I love you, too, Matty."
It was all smooth sailing from there, after those words were said. Mello quit the mafia, and by quit, I mean he killed everyone who was still alive who knew he was connected to it. We moved to New York and bought a house together. I continued working as a hacker, and Mello started working as an event planner. Not exactly the type you're probably thinking of. He doesn't plan like birthdays or weddings or stuff, more illegal type stuff like fight clubs or raves or even the occasional orgy. We're both careful with our jobs though. No one knows who we are, we work under aliases or online. Also, every once in awhile, we get a call from L and help him out in a case if he needs it. He even visits sometimes with Watari. We also get occasional visits from Roger and Linda, too.
Anyway, two years after our reunion, I popped the question. I guess you're all up to speed now.
"What?" Mello snapped me out of my daze. I guess I had finished putting the groceries away and sitting at the table.
"Huh?" I replied, quizzically.
"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes. I just got off the phone. What were you thinking about?"
"You." I smiled at him as I stood up.
"Oh? What about me? Good thoughts?" He smiled.
"Just thinking back on my life and how big of a part you are in it." I laughed at how cliché I sounded. Mello started laughing with me.
I walked into the living room and turned on the stereo and cranked the volume.
I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
A look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe the smile right from my face
I was dancing around the living room, singing along to the music. Mello was leaning in the doorway, laughing. I directed my attention to him and sang the next verse to him. It suited us actually quite well.
Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidents arose from circumstance
One thing led to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung
I ran up to and gave him a light kiss then stepped back and held out my hand. He laughed even more and took my hand and I pulled him into the living room, dancing into the chorus.
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what my heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
He wrapped his arms around my neck tightly and we swirled around the living room, smiling like idiots.
And now you find yourself in '82
The disco hot spots hold no charm for you
You can concern yourself with bigger things
You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings
I pulled back every few moments to sing out loud to him, but he just laughed and pulled me back down to him.
'Cause it's the heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I love you so much, Mail." I smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss.
And when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambitions you remember well
I pulled away and whispered back, "I love you too, Mihael. Thank you for marrying me." I buried my head into his shoulder.
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
Our pace slowed a little, despite the beat and we just held each other, twirling in happiness.
It was the heat of the moment
The heat of the moment
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment...
A/N: This will be a multi chapter story that I will update on a relatively regular basis. I hope you enjoy it!
-Carter