Note: I've started this quite some time ago, and decided to get it finished lately in my 'let's finish every incomplete story' frenzy.

This started with a promise to foreverunloved to write a fic for her around any word she would choose so she wouldn't leave FB, and she gave me 'seaweed'. It took me almost 10 000 words to be able to insert the word in the fic XD
And I used it as the title because really, I couldn't come up with anything else.

Truth is, the sole purpose of this fic was Matt's condition and a lemon related to that (that you'll get later) so I'm quite scared that I needed that many chapters when what I had in mind was what's in the last one only. But oh well... XD
It was supposed to be a oneshot but it's too long for that I guess, so here's the prologue. Thus the fact it's not really long.
The rest is already written so you'll get a chapter per day until it's over :)

It did hurt. Like a bitch. Matt didn't even know if he was still alive or not. You don't know what it's like to be dead after all, so you wouldn't know when you are.

The gunshots had stopped, but he was afraid to move. Feels quite like being still alive...
His goggles had slipped so he thought safe to open the one eye that was still shielded. He cracked it open but the lens was covered in blood. This eye couldn't see anything.
Matt kept the unshielded eye closed. He could feel the blood still running from his scalp, flooding along his forehead and nose side. Better not get blood into this other eye... and they would see that he was still alive, and would probably finish him. Oh fuck, it really hurts like a son of a bitch... what do I do now?

Matt woke up again. If he had forgotten that he was still lying against his car, the pain reminded it to him quickly. He could barely see anything, but his eyes had opened instinctively before he could even think that it wasn't safe to do so. No final bullet?
His sight adjusted as much as it could, the surroundings blurry, and there was no one around. The men had gone. No, actually, there were people around. But not the ones that shot him. Lidner's bitches... Matt spotted an ambulance, and ER guys coming his way. He wiped the blood from his uncovered eye but it had dried. How long have I been out?

The pain was immense, but Matt knew that no vital organ had been touched, he'd be dead already if that was the case. Damn, Mello had been right, better be cautious... the bulletproof vest he had forced Matt to wear had saved the redhead's life. Mello? Fuck, I hope you made it out better than I did...
Matt could feel his scalp burn. A bullet had racked the skin. Lucky to be so short, huh... probably lost some hair in the process... that's the important thing to have in mind right now, how my hair looks like...

Matt chuckled, and regretted it. His chest couldn't take the jolts, and more pain shot through him. He thought he would pass out again, but the guys in white were on him, and they took him away, urging him into talking to keep him awake.
My car... will they take care of it?
It all went dark again when the pain was too much to take, as the ambulance drove at breakneck speed through the traffic, the bumps of the dampers and the hard turns getting to his body like a hundred knives.

Mello's chest constricted at the sight of the news. He was mortified, he had never meant things to go that way. One more reason to hate Lidner. The woman had fucked up really badly this time. Not that it was surprising, she wasn't as smart as she wanted to make believe.

First, she had rooted for Near, thinking that being on the 'good' side would bring her to the top faster than by working with Mello. Second, she had tried to seduce Near to secure her position. Near was as asexual as a Lego brick, and damn, did the woman know of the word 'paedophilia'?

Then she had thought that Mello wouldn't have the guts to shoot her if she tried anything funny, the day she had to lead him to the SPK headquarters. Walking around half naked when she realised he was in her bathroom wouldn't save her ass. If anything, Mello wanted to shoot her arrogance down her throat for thinking that he could get distracted from the case by a pair of boobs. Who did she think he was?
But he didn't have to shoot her after all, she finally showed him the way to Near, when she realised he wasn't kidding to the slightest. It wasn't all of a sudden very appealing to her to risk having her brain splash out the tiles of her pretty bathroom, was it?

And damn, she had been stupid enough to hand Takada out to him...

Who am I fooling right now? It's all my fault...

His chest constricted again, but this time it wasn't because of the emotional pain. He knew what it was.
In the end, I wasn't that smart after all...
Mello heard a crash, shards of the window behind falling around him. There were cries and sobs, and then nothing.A painful jerk, and his eyes opened.
There were flames all around, the heat was unbearable. A strong feeling of deja-vu wrought Mello's guts as he tried to understand what was happening. Is that hell?

His left arm was numb, and he could hardly breathe. It wasn't the smoke only, his lungs seemed to refuse to fill. Opening the driver's door, he burnt his hand on the handle and fell to the ground. Forcing himself to crawl with only one arm responding to his brain, he progressed slowly, feeling the flames lick at his body, but he was unable to stand up, let alone walk.
Shit... fuck... what's that mess? Have to get outta here...

It seemed to Mello like hours of raking his only valid elbow on the ground. The pain of his skin burning took over any other feeling and he tried to hurry, but it was still too slow, and he could feel life escape him little by little.
Suddenly a wave of fresh air washed over him, and Mello collapsed. Body out of the fire, mission complete, brain black out.