disclaimer: i do not own Death Note, or any characters...if i did Mello would be forced to share his chocolate with me... R&R Please!!
Scene 1: HURT
"What the hell is this?!" Miheal Kheel, also referred to as Mello, yelled as his boyfriend Mail Jeevas, also known simply as Matt, busily detangled himself from the small and oversized pyjama clad Nate River, usually recalled as Near. Mello's eyes burned with rage and immense anger, all along inside he knew this was happening, but he had been in denial. He wanted to trust Matt more then anything, more then how Matt loved his video games and cigarettes. More than how Miheal loved chocolate bars, and that was saying a lot.
"Mel…" Matt murmured in a soothing tone, "It's not what it looks like…" The redhead said as he got off of the albino known as Near. Mello's boyfriend walked towards Mello, stating all the words the blond wanted to hear and believe. But it was over…
Mello stomped out of the bedroom he shared with Matt in their high school dorm, "Stuff yo' arse in it, 'cause I don't wanna hear it!" He body shook with not only the anger he felt but the emotion of betrayal. How could Matt cheat on me? The disgust of his actions, especially in the room they both shared. Matt's desperate hand grabbed onto Mello's forearm, the hold like iron shackles.
"Mello, just let me explain!" the redhead pulled the blond so that he was facing him.
"Don't give me that shit!" Miheal Kheel scream before whispering in a voice filled with hurt, all the anger used as a façade peeling off to reveal the raw underneath, "Let me go…Matt…" The emotion so distinct that Matt's hold loosened, and Mello took this opportunity to dash out, grabbing his jacket, before he completely broke down.
Leaving Mail Jeevas to stand there, staring at the hand that had held his lover there by his side.
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Mello didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he was there on the track. This was where he always was when something was troubling him, and in this case, hurting him. The chocolate-lover was the school's track star, and was often found running laps and laps around the huge orange track after classes and in the morning before classes even began. He flung his jacket onto the grass as tears stung his eyes. On habit he took a hair tie from his pocket and tied up his shoulder length orange blond hair into a ponytail at the back of his head. Stretching quickly before taking off, he kept running and running as tears streamed down his face. Mello didn't even stop when the dark clouds rumbled and showered cold drops of hard rain. Even as he gasped for air he continued, pushing his lungs with no mercy. Why, why, why?? The more the young man tried to clear away his despair, the more thoughts and memories with Matt came back to slowly erode his heart.
"Stop." A voice came out from off the track and all at once Mello cooperated. His hurtful glance reached Lawliet, known as L, the school's psychologist consoler. His lanky arms were outstretched and Miheal all at once dove into them, sobbing loudly. "There, there, everything is okay now," L murmured softly into Mello's now tangled and down hair. L's voice was like silk, soothing and smooth to the blonde's ears. Even when it felt as if the whole world was against Mello, Lawliet was to be always on his side, comforting him to no end. When the dark void materialised in Miheal's heart and subconscious L was always the one to fill the wound and stitch it up while Matt had been too oblivious and busy to see or care to Mello's emotions.
"Let's get out of this storm before you catch a cold," L draped a neat coffee brown jacket over Kheel's shaking and shivering figure. The blond closed his eyes as the consoler gently lift him and brought him to the warm sweet scented office where him and L spent so many hours at.
Where Miheal called home when all else abandoned him. His sanctuary…
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