Sucker Love by StraightMeQueer
Rating : M
Category : Romance/ Drama
Summery : Denial is an effective defense mechanism that both Mello and Matt regularly use and abuse. But when confronted with bare reality, who will dare and step out of his comfort zone ?
Parings : Mello X Matt as main pairing, L X Light and Gevanni X Near as side pairings.
Chapter one
"Shit !" Mello cursed as his hair stuck in the broken helmet he was painfully trying to take off.
He soon realized that it was not the smartest move to make, as he felt his head hurting like a bitch and saw the thick blood straining its interior. The aching he was feeling on his left side suddenly spread to all his body, leaving him numb. He let his head fall back on the road with a loud thunk.
He heard a big rumble of people amassing around him talking about somethings like "important blood loss" "critical condition" "need to take him to..." wherever ! He was more concerned about his beloved bike that was nowhere to be seen. He desperately tried to gather the remaining strength he had to rise his head and see in which condition the poor engine was. But the quick view he perceived of his own condition made him fall back on the spot. His upper body was all drenched with blood, it was puring down his bare wounded arms and...
Hold on one damn second ! His arms were not bare. Where did his leather jacket go ? Did the collision strip him letherless ?
"Get a hold of yourself !" a concerned voice cried into his ear. He glanced over his shoulder and realized that he was now lying on someone's chest, an arm around his shoulders and the other on his forehead trying for stop the bleeding with a stripped cloth.
"The ambulance will be here in a few seconds" the voice pleaded again "please, hang in there".
Through his worn eyes he tried to distinguish the face, but failed as sweet numbness took over his sensations and tentatively invited him to comforting slumber. He let his eyes close and his soul drift from his aching body to that sweet escape. Every muscle in his body relaxed, the acute pain, the nauseating smell of blood, the disturbing voices, the striking serenes sound... Everything was gradually fading away. He was done resisting and willing to give himself to that inviting warm blaze.
When he felt a slap on his face.
A SLAP !
Who on earth dared to slap Mihael Keehl and think they might get away with it ? Apparently a very stupid creature. No, actually more like the lowest shithead who gives no value to his own damn life, so fucking stupid that he deserves to be banished from the gene pool. And that's exactly what Mello was going to do. His hand slowly slid down to his crotch reaching for his gun.
"Don't die !" the voice rose begging again with a sob. "Please, don't die on me !" the voice was slightly cracking.
Mello's hand froze. Three things were really torturing his mind right then.
First. Who was this stupid goggles-boy (now Mello's face was towards the culprit, thanks to the slap) who dared to slap Mello, the greatest ?
Second. Who ever said he was going to die ? He has been in far more dangerous situations and he has always come back unharmed thanks to his genius and his high sense of self preservation that this stupid shithead both lacked.
Third. Why was this dumbass crying and sobbing over his eventual death? If he ever was to die, no one would ever care. Except for his father and perhaps for L, but Mello highly doubted the detective was ever able to show a single other emotion than the blank face of the guy annoyed with the world. He would probably be more concerned if he ran out of cake.
"I am not going to die, you dickhead !" Mello shot back at him with his best deadly glare.
But before the astonished young man could form any sort of proper comeback, there were paramedics pulling him up on his feet.
"Move back sir !" One of them ordered.
As Matt was forced to part from the blond's body, he saw his head fall back on the wet floor, now fully unconscious or so Matt deeply hoped.
Minutes ago he saw the blond's bike get crashed against a black SUV that came rushing from the left. The biker was sent flying for eight meters before ending in front of Matt's driver's door. While his bike continued its track and dashed into his precious Chevy Camero, breaking its driver's door and smashing his right shoulder.
Speaking of his shoulder, one paramedics was examining it.
"You'll have to come with us to the hospital, we have to check if anything is broken" Matt dumbly followed him but refused to leave the blond's side, insisting on being in the same ambulance as his.
Matt woke up in a daze. He had the worst headache ever, his shoulder and arm were bandaged and he needed a cigarette.
"How are you doing today, Mr Jeevas ?" a petite brunette woman asked warmly, while checking the screen next to his bed.
"Okay" he replied than realized his voice was too faint. He cleared his throat with a quick cough before resuming "I guess"
"Well, you still suffer from some post traumatic symptoms such as headache" you're telling me "nausea" aw, now that you mention it "and static dysfunction on your right shoulder" Not really.
She resumed examining his shoulder and forearms.
"But it's nothing serious." She finally looked him in the eyes "It will wear off during the next two days" she reassured giving him a smile. I'll remember that.
"How long have I been here ?" Matt asked the doctor who was writing down the report.
"You were admitted, yesterday around 6pm" she replied.
Matt glanced at the clock. 3pm ? Damn I've been sleeping all this time ?
He sighed heavily as he remembered he didn't sleep two nights in a row trying to finish his lately purchased game.
That with the analgesics and the soporifics would explain his mini-coma.
He skipped so many classes. Not that he cared.
Fuck ! My part-time job. I need that money. Damn it!
"Don't worry !"the doctor spoke again. Did I say that out loud ? "Your medical insurance covered all your fees."
Matt gave her a grateful smile. He was not very skilled when it comes to communicating.
"You are free to leave, but I would advice you to spend an other night here, just to make sure everything is okay" she added walking to the door.
But somewhere in his wooziness, Matt was realizing he's been missing something important. He suddenly jumped up on his bed.
"Hold on a second" Matt yelled "How is the blond who came here with me ?"
The doctor checked the file she was holding. "You mean Mihael Keehl ?"
So that's his name ! "Yeah, did he...did he make it ?" Matt asked feeling his throat go dry.
"His condition was critical. He'd lost too much blood and needed an important transfusion" She explained flatly.
"What's his blood type ? I-I can do a blood donation." Matt heard himself offering, but he didn't care how odd it sounded.
That guy needed to be saved. "I'm disease-free and-"
"Cool your jets young man. The transfusion has already been made. And besides you've lost quit a lot yourself" she answered calmly.
"Oh, that's.. good news" Matt fell back onto his pillow with a sigh of relieve.
"His father happened to be in the UK. He was the Donner "
"Happened to be ?" Matt tried to coax some more information from her. "You mean he was abroad ?"
His lad did insult me in a very good, accent-free English back then. Matt nodded to himself.
"I'm afraid I already gave you too much informations as it is." She opened the door "Now if you'd excuse me"
Matt rose up again "Just one last question, please" he pleaded with his best puppy eyes "Can you give me his room number ?"
The doctor shot him an annoyed look before answering "He's no longer in this hospital. His father transferred him to a private clinic"
Before the door closed again Matt could hear her saying "Our hospital is too low a place for his son."
Matt looked back to his mother and for the hundredth time in the last hour he repeated.
"You don't have to worry, mom" He gave her his best reassuring smile "I'm fine. I'll be out tomorrow morning"
"We were so worried when you didn't come back home last night, Mail" Susan Jeevas protested. "You should have called us earlier"
"I just woke up two hours ago, mother" Matt explained obviously annoyed with the use of his real name.
"The man who caused this has to pay for hurting my poor child" the overbearing mother said while hugging Matt and squeezing him tightly for emphasis.
"M-Mom !" Matt tried "You're crashing me !"
The overwhelmed mother let go, while Matt recovered his breath.
"Still..." she continued as she stroke his hair "He smashed his bike into your car. You weren't even driving. Mad dogs like him shouldn't be on the roads. He's not gonna get away with this"
"His bike received a shock from an other car and accidentally landed on mine" Matt explained "Plus, the guy must be in a far worse shape than me, he was the one who absorbed the first impact"
Susan decided to give it a rest for now. She sighed "Anyway, you rest well" She said heading for the door. "I'll go talk to the police officers waiting at the reception."
At that exact moment, Matt heard the sound of someone running down the corridor.
Someone with high heels.
Someone who was rushing towards his room, while sending "excuse me" "Oh, sorry !" along their way with that blatant high-pitched voice he knew too well.
"Oh no, you didn't !" Matt half-asked, half-scolded his mother. "You didn't tell Misa that I was in the hospital, now did you ?"
Susan shot him a confused look "Why not, Mail ? She's you girlfriend, after all. She was so concerned when you didn't show up for you date yesterday and kept calling me for updates every hour"
"Because, mother !" Matt started "She's gonna act crazy-" his sentence was cut off by the entrance of said girlfriend to the room.
"MATTY !" Misa yelled to him. I never though her voice could get that high.
Then without any warning she threw herself at him squeezing him in a bone crashing hug.
"I'll leave you two love-birds together" Susan said closing the door.
Please, don't abandon me ! Matt pleaded with his eyes, but it was too late.
Just when Matt was about to faint due to air deprivation, the over-energetic blond released him slightly then rested her head on his shoulder (the bandaged one).
"Oh, Matty. I thought I'll never get to see you again" she sobbed.
"Misa, I have no serious injuries. Just a dislocated shoul-"
"Thank god you survived !" she interrupted "It was really horrible thinking you were dead." I'm sure it was.
"It was worse than being ranked second on the university popularity poll." That bad ?
"Or even worse than that time, I had to wear that ostentatious blue dress for the high school festival" ostentatious ? She has that kind of vocabulary ? First news.
Matt knew Misa was now on 'autopilot mode' and that this pesky conversation -or more like speech- could go on forever if he didn't give her a stop.
But it was her own special way of displaying concern. So he thought he might as well let her express her feelings.
"And even worse than that time when I accidentally swallowed that-"
Or not.
"Alright, Misa" Matt interrupted, lifting her chin with his good hand. He was so not ready for this. "I'm sorry I made you worry so much"
"But, Matt-" Matt put a finger on her lips. He haven't smoked in the last 24 hours and was experiencing horrible withdraw symptoms. He needed to make her shut up. And he knew exactly how to.
"I know I missed our date, so tomorrow after your classes are over, you can come over to my house." He gently approached her lips to his. She really is cute.
He printed a quick chase kiss on her slightly parted lips.
Mission complete. He thought with a smirk.
As he was going to part, she held his head with both hand and deepened the kiss, inviting his tongue into her mouth. Matt obliged.
He needed comfort, this mouth was comforting, those perfectly shaped breasts pressed against his chest were comforting too, his hands on her back were also comforting.
He might as well slide them down a bit and rest them on her-
"No, Matt !" he heard her say then pull back completely. "Not here"
But !
"We'll have all our time tomorrow" she added teasingly, while grabbing her purse.
"You rest well, baby. Misa-Misa has to go"
Matt let out a sigh "Okay, see you tomorrow then"
Who on earth refers to themselves as a third person ? Except for schizophrenics.
Matt decided not to dwell on the matter and rather appreciate the silence that refilled the room.
Misa can sure be annoying as hell. But she was sincere, caring and strikingly beautiful. He was envied by every guy in their university for going out with her.
She has already started her model career way before they met. Matt still didn't know what exactly attracted her to him.
He was a geek, who wore goggles and stripped clothes loved gaming and programming.
And smoking. Speaking of which, he needed a cigarette. He needed it bad.
He wrapped his body in a hospital coat he found lying on a chair in the corridor then headed for the reception.
He needed his clothes back, his cigarette pack was in his vet pocket.
The receptionist gave him a small bag containing his wallet, cigarette pack, lighter, goggles and PSP inside.
"Your mother has already taken your clothes." She explained busily "She left you a change, if you feel like using it."
"Okay, thanks" He mumbled.
Matt breathed the fresh air outside and immediately lit a cigarette.
As he enjoyed the familiar sent and felt that calming sensation rise into him, Matt found his mind going back to that leather-wearing-blond-bicker.
Mihael Keehl.
He has heard that name before. That face seemed familiar too. I must have met him before. Where ? When ?
Taking one more deep inhalation, Matt frowned as he tried hard to remember.
He might have met him at a game store ?
No way !
He didn't look like the gamer type. He looked really badass and threatening even in a pool of his own blood.
He seemed the kind to have his fights in real life not on a screen.
Maybe at his part-time job or in his neighborhood ?
Impossible !
Judging by all that expensive leather he wore and the model of his bike, he sure belongs to a wealthy family. He doesn't need a part-time job and he certainly doesn't live in his modest neighborhood.
Matt dismissed the though with a shaking of his head and lit yet another cigarette.
No, he's probably the spoiled son of some big-shot businessman. That doctor did say something about his father regarding this public hospital as not of a match to his family statue.
Whatever !
Why does he keep on thinking about the guy who sent him to this hospital ?
His eyes !
Yeah, there was something about the ice-blue eyes of that stranger.
Their look was freezing and yet lonely. He looked like a guy who has been through a lot and who's used to put up with tough things in life.
Matt could tell that the blond hated to feel vulnerable or defeated. There was so much strength and pride in those eyes of his.
But damn, he was rude ! He did treat me of dickhead as I was gently saving his life !
Well,okay.
Maybe not saving his life, but I was holding him and speaking to him so he didn't lose consciousness.
Plus, I was the one who called the ambulance.
"That damn prick does own me his life !" Matt decided as he nervously crashed his cigarette.
It's not as if we'll ever meet again. I should just forget about him.
Matt felt a weird tug in his heart.
Forget ?
He can not forget those eyes. They were so catching, so deep, so intriguing.
No. Matt can not forget.
How is he doing now ?
Maybe he was transferred to a private clinic because his situation got worse and needed more medical expertise ?
He did lose a lot of blood. The sight was horrifying ! He must have at least some broken ribs or even permanent damage.
What if his condition got more complicated and he could not be saved ?
What if he was already... dead ?
Matt felt his heart ache and his legs go weak. He hurriedly rushed to a seat in the entrance and sat down.
What if those bright eyes never shone with life again ?
Matt shook his head. No, he could not be dead. He said so himself.
But Matt needed to make sure.
He walked to the receptionist.
"Excuse me, Madam. Do you have any updates about Mihael Keehl ?" The blond woman eyed him for a long second.
"He had a car accident yesterday and was transferred to a clinic" he resumed nervously.
"Is he a friend of yours ?" she finally asked while searching for something under her desk.
"Yeah" he lied.
"No, I don't know about his current condition. But would you please sign this paper ?"
He blinked."What for ?"
"His father didn't take his belonging. Would you please give them back to him ? We're overbooked here."
Matt hastily did as told and received a bag in exchange.
Then he run back to his room.
What the hell am I doing ?
The bag contained three items. All in black and all in leather. A pair of pants, a jacket and a wallet.
Matt seized the D&G wallet.
This is wrong ! I shouldn't be doing this !
But if he planned on giving him those back, he needed an address, right ?
He followed his curiosity and opened the wallet.
There was some cash, two credit cards and the stranger's ID written in what Matt presumed was a Germanic language.
So he really isn't English.
He read on it "Deutschland" . That explains the blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin.
Okay, that was a cliché !
He's nineteen. Barely two months my elder.
An idea stoke him as he remembered where he have seen him before.
Of course ! At the University !
The student card he found shortly after, confirmed his conclusion.
He majors at ...Philosophy ?
How unexpected !
"So he really has something in that beautiful head of his !" Matt's eyes widened at his own words.
He did not describe that prick as beautiful.
.
Matt's eyes landed again on the picture.
What he meant was "He did have a beautiful mind, with that pretty face-"
Wrong way ! Epic fail !
Matt laid on his bed again, still holding the card with the picture. There was no use to deny it.
"This dude is beautiful." Matt finally admitted his eyes closing.
Yeah, savagely beautiful.
A/N: When I first started writing this, I didn't know where it was going... But now I'm already on chapter twelve, so bear with me :)
I'll try to update at least twice a week.
It's my first Death Note fanfiction, so be gentle ;) Maybe drop a review ?