Manga: Death
Note
Rating: PG-13 to M
Warnings: OOCness, Yaoi, Use of drugs,
language, adult situations, lemon (not in this chapter
however)
Pairing: MelloXMatt
Matt leaned against the wall
of the apartment complex, waiting for Mello to leave the building. He
took a long drag on his cigarette and looked up at the top of the
building as if he could see the blonde from where he stood. That
would be nearly impossible, however. He took another drag from his
cigarette then flicked it to the ground, putting it out with the heel
of his shoe. He turned and looked at the building moodily shoving his
hands in his pockets. Here he was trying to do something nice for
Mello and the blonde didn't even have the courtesy to show up on
time. He had been waiting impatiently for him for about thirty
minutes. Matt smirked. 'Probably doesn't want to go...but I told
him that I have chocolate for him...so I thought he'd at least come
out.'
Mello fidgeted with his shirt, observing his
reflection in the mirror. Matt had invited him to go do something
with him today. He thought it strange to just leave the case, but
Matt had insisted it would be worth it. There had also been a few
words exchanged about chocolate. Mello huffed a sigh, tugging at his
shirt that barely covered his navel. Where was Matt taking him? It's
not like he didn't trust Matt, it's just the man was always so quite.
Adjusting his shirt one more time, Mello turned on his heals and
headed for the door. He took the stairs of the apartment building
slowly, taking his time. At the bottom, the metal door opened with a
loud squeak, letting light fill the dark hall.
Matt glanced back as he heard the door open. 'Finally...' He turned and walked over to the blonde. He held out the bar of German chocolate that he had bought for Mello. "Here..." It was odd; the blonde ate so much chocolate and yet seemed to not gain any weight at all. This fact confused Matt more then the last level of 'Dúr Arcania,' one of the most difficult games he owned. He gave Mello a slight smile, knowing that the blonde would go with him if he promised him more chocolate. It was nice to be able to have a secret weapon. 'It's surprising that Kira doesn't try to use that against him.' To Matt's knowledge, he was the only one that used Mello's love of expensive chocolate against him.
Mello walked over to Matt, taking the chocolate from him and examining it. It was a German chocolate, sweeter and richer than semi-sweet chocolate. He unwrapped it, taking a small bite out of the corner. Sweet and rich. Mello inwardly smiled and looked at Matt. "So where are we going?" he said, giving an approval and an affirmative that he would go with Matt. He continued munching on the candy.
Matt thought about what he should say. Did he want to keep it a surprise or just tell Mello? He considered the responses he'd get for both answers. There was a better chance to survive the surprise route. Mello could be rather dangerous when pissed off. "It's a surprise." He turned and started to walk away; glancing back to make sure that Mello was going to follow.
Mello shrugged off the answer and let it be a surprise. Walking quickly he kept pace with Matt, moving along side him. Maybe Matt had found a lead on Kira? Or had he actually found one of the death notebooks? Mello shivered, thinking about what this 'surprise' might be. He licked at his chocolate, giddy about what this new turn of events. He looked over at Matt, with his long sleeved, stripped shirt, and tight blue jeans. 'The chances of him having more chocolate are slim.' He thought, slightly disappointed.
Matt glanced at Mello; he had noticed the blonde look over him. 'He's probably looking for more chocolate. Psycho...' Even though he knew almost exactly what the blonde was thinking he couldn't help but blush a bit. Mello had such a piercing gaze it was almost like he could strip-- Matt shook his head. 'We're not thinking about that...' he scolded himself. He paused and turned a corner. Walking into an alleyway. He had hidden his bike there and walked to the apartment complex where Mello currently stayed so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. It wasn't like he expected Mello to walk to the amusement park.
Mello fallowed, walking into the alley with Matt. He noticed Matt's motorcycle waiting just off to the side. 'This place must be far away.' was one of Mello's first thoughts. The next was 'He's never let me ride this thing... where do I hold on?' He approached the bike, letting Matt lead it. He was hesitant, waiting to see if Matt would give him instructions about what to do next.
Matt smiled at Mello. He had never before let the blonde ride his bike and he doubted that he had even ridden one before. He rolled the bike to the end of the alleyway and swung his leg over so he was straddling the machine. He looked back at Mello and held out a helmet. "Put it on and get on behind me." He waited for Mello to do as he was told. He thought about omitting where to hold on from the instructions, but he didn't want Mello to fall off, and he was rather reckless, he could even admit that. "You can either hold on to the handle bars on either side of you seat, the back of the motorcycle," he paused giving Mello an oddly coy look, "or you can hold on to me, which is probably the safest."
Mello huffed a sigh, faking a frustrated and insulted face. He slipped the helmet on, and attached the strap under his chin. Giving one last weary look at the bike, Mello swung his leg over to get on. His first instinct was to back away, and not sit so close to Matt. However the bike had other ideas, making it so Mello was pressed as close as possible to Matt's back. Blushing a little, he searched for the handle bars. Finding said handle bars; Mello gripped them firmly and tried to pretend that sitting this close wasn't embarrassing.
Matt glanced back at Mello, barely catching the light blush. He raised an eyebrow then revved up the bike and tore out of the alleyway, "Hold on tight." He swerved into traffic, moving around cars with ease, going a good fifty miles per hour over the speed limit. He watched out for the police, he didn't really want to get pulled over today. Of course if you could go over 180mph they wouldn't bother, because they would never catch you.
Mello could barely hold on as Matt tore out of the alley. After a particularly frightening turn Mello abandoned all dignity and wrapped his arms tightly around Matt's lower half, pressing his face into his back. They were going to die, that was the only thought running through Mello's mind. He cursed himself, finding it was much easier to hold on to Matt to keep balance. With the scenery flying by, all Mello could really do is hold on to Matt for dear life.
Matt felt Mello grip him tightly around the middle. He wasn't trying to scare the younger male, but he had obviously done it. He wanted to get out of Kyoto before the traffic got bad. If Mello hadn't taken so long, he wouldn't have had to drive this fast. Once they made it out of Kyoto Matt slowed the bike down to a normal speed. He glanced back to make sure that Mello was okay. He couldn't tell from the position he was in. "You okay, Mello?" His voice came from the speakers in Mello's helmet. It was one of the reasons that he had, had Mello wear it.
Mello was surprised to hear Matt's voice so clearly. He figured the helmet must have been bugged. Mello hoped he hadn't heard him freak out and yell around that one turn. The question Matt had asked finally clicked, "Fine..." Mello croaked, letting his grip on his friend go slightly, but still holding on. The machine was a dangerous thing; Mello would remember to not ask for rides on it again.
Matt heard Mello responded through the ear piece that he was wearing on his left ear. He smiled. "I'm not that bad of a driver. I'm not going to crash, scouts honor." He chuckled taking a smooth curve heading toward Tokyo.
Mello seriously doubted that Matt had ever been a Boy Scout. People don't grow up building fires, singing camp songs, and roasting marshmallows to be like Matt. Unless Boy Scouts has a new 'How to kill your friends and never get caught' coarse, Mello would be skeptical about this 'scouts honor.' "Just get us there." Mello growled, feeling the muscles in his body start to cramp from the 'odd' position he was in.
Matt rolled his eyes. He wasn't surprised that Mello was skeptical of his driving. The blonde wasn't one to trust anyone except himself with his own life, and motorcycles were rather dangerous. Of course Matt had been driving one forever. They entered within Tokyo city limits a few minutes later. He got off the highway taking the back streets to keep Mello guessing. It would have been quicker to get to the amusement park on the highway but it would be too obvious and Matt knew other ways to get there.
Mello was lost. Matt had started taking back streets, and Mello had no idea where they were anymore. "Where are you taking me?" Mello knew he had already asked, but this 'surprise' was getting frustrating. The bike couldn't possibly be bugged at the speeds they were going, (the wind in the sound piece would break anyone's ear drums) and it's not like anyone knew what they were talking about.
Matt chuckled; he knew that Mello would eventually ask again. "I told you that it was surprise, but you'll see it soon. We're not far away now." He smiled in spite of himself. He hadn't been to an amusement park since he was really little and he was sure Mello was the same. For some reason he was excited. It was odd, really, to be excited about an amusement park. Of course Matt loved things that went fast so just thinking of all of the roller coasters made him smile.
Mello glared daggers at the back of Matt's head. Fine, let this be a surprise. Shifting around, he continued to try and get comfortable. Mello felt as if he was hugging Matt from behind, rather then holding on. It seemed weird, seeing as the two hardly ever came in physical contact with one another. He knew that at any time during the day if he felt the need to contact Matt, he was just a cell call away, but rarely had they ever touched one another. Mello cursed himself for thinking to deeply and wished he had more chocolate.
Matt glanced back at Mello. He could feel him shift against his back and kind of wanted to tell him to stop moving around so much. Every time the blonde shifted it sent an odd shiver up his back. It was really to be expected because even though they were, in most senses of the word, friends, they had never been in close contact. The closet Matt had ever been to Mello, before this, was sitting next to him on the couch in the apartment head-quarters that they used to share, before the Kira case forced them to move again. He shook the feeling off and concentrated on the rode. He glanced up a few minutes later; you could see the amusement park over the buildings and houses of Tokyo.
Mello started to notice the thinning of houses as they were supposedly getting closer to their destination. Was this a rural area they were going to? Was Matt dragging him all the way out into the country side? What could possibly be out there? Glancing up, he noticed some odd shaped buildings and structures in the distance. "Matt, what are those towers over there?"
The red head started to laugh quietly. Mello outsmarted him on a lot of things but apparently the blonde didn't know what an amusement park looked like. "That's our destination. Space Paranoia." He looked up at the amusement park; he could barely make out one of the rollercoaster drops. He smiled, 'This is going to be fun...' If Mello freaked on the bike, Matt was pretty sure that he'd freak a lot more on the rollercoasters, but the red head was going to get him on at least one. No matter what.
Mello could feel Matt tense and laugh. "Space Paranoia? What the hell is that?" As they got closer Mello could see strange colors and shapes of twisted metal and garish buildings. "Matt, what is this? I don't understand." Mello had a demanding tone to his voice. As a small child he had spent most of his life at Whammy house, not venturing out into the world except for oddly arranged field trips. Whatever this place was, Mello had never heard of it.
'Wow, he really doesn't have a clue.' Matt had also grown up at the whammy house, but when he left he learned about the real world. Obviously unlike Mello and probably Near. He couldn't help but laugh at the blonde's confusion, even though he knew he would most likely hear the familiar click of Mello's gun as it was pointed at his head. He pulled out another chocolate bar and tossed it back to Mello, knowing the blonde would catch it with out thinking. "It's called an amusement park, you know with rides, like rollercoasters and such." He knew that Mello knew the definition of amusement park at least.
Mello caught the chocolate with little effort, only letting go of Matt with one hand. Amusement park eh? He had read about these, but spent little time on the subject. Things like this had never interested him as a child. He unwrapped the chocolate skillfully, licking it. Dark chocolate. Mello let himself be distracted by the candy as they pulled up closer to the park. "Who are we meeting here?" He took a large bit, chewing on the delicious candy.
"Meeting?" Matt started to laugh again. Mello was rather clueless when it came to normal stuff, or so Matt guessed. "No one...didn't I say that you needed a break from the Kira case? It'll be just the two of us. No one else knows about this..." He had made sure that they weren't followed, which is why they were riding this particular bike, it was untraceable. He wasn't going to let anyone screw up this day, especially "L" and Near.
Mello twitched, having the urge to pull his gun out and stick it to Matt's head to remind him who was in charge. He just couldn't understand what was so funny. Knowing Matt could feel his agitation, Mello kept quiet. "So this is a...break? We've come here to... ride these things? What will we learn from them?" A part of him wanted to just trust Matt and let him lead him though this crazy place. However, the deeper thinking part of him told his conscious to keep asking questions.
Matt sighed. Mello was truly hopeless when it came to acting normal. He pulled into the parking lot. "The point my dear coco killer, is to let go and have fun." He pulled the bike into a parking space and shut it off. He turned a bit so he could see Mello; they're faces were only a few inches apart. "To relax got it? This has nothing to do with learning or thinking and I don't want to hear about the Kira case at all today." He knew that he was seriously overstepping boundaries with giving Mello orders, but he wanted Mello to take a break. "Please?"
Mello stared right back at Matt. Had he just called him a coco killer? The strange pet name had almost distracted him completely from the command given to him. Who was Matt to tell him what to do? However outrageous it seemed to take orders from someone who worked for you, Mello couldn't resist the sad, puppy like 'please', Matt had added at the end. "Fine... I will try to...'relax' with you." Mello gave Matt a skeptical look. "And refrain from talking about Kira." Mello shifted, ready to get off the bike. He tried to swing his leg over, but found getting off the bike was much more difficult then getting on.
Matt smiled. He had gotten as much as he wanted out of Mello for now. He was just happy that the blonde didn't show him where his gun was hidden. He got off the bike and made sure that it wasn't going to fall over any time soon. He looked up at Mello. 'Probably doesn't know how to get off.' Now Matt had two options, explain to Mello how to get off the bike or just pick him up. Matt chose the latter in the name of "science" he wanted to see how Mello would react. He stood straight and picked Mello up slightly bridle style, the blonde was fairly light and Matt was rather strong.
Mello had been pondering how he was going to get off this bike for awhile now. Watching Matt had given no clues, and Mello was worried about how he would look struggling off this stupid contraption. Suddenly feeling Matt's arms around him, lifting him up, Mello gave out a small yelp of surprise. Instinctively he reached out for something to steady himself, letting his arms wrap around the back of Matt's neck. Mello was stunned, just looking at Matt has he held him bridal style near the bike. "Matt...put me down." Mello said quietly, yet with a deadly tone in his voice.
Matt couldn't help but blush when he figured out what position they were in. He had planned to put Mello down right away, but had found himself frozen as he was. That was, until Mello told him to put him down. Matt hastened to obey. Setting Mello down on his feet. He looked away, possibly even turning redder. Hopefully Mello wouldn't be too annoyed and demand that they leave. He had worked so hard to make this day work.
Mello tugged at his shirt, straightening the material. Matt just stood there awkwardly, Mello couldn't understand why. He had given him an order, and Matt had obeyed it. Deciding that it was nothing, Mello glanced at the park entrance, to the bag in the front of the bike, then back at Matt. "What do we do now?" He knew the question sounded stupid, but Mello was unsure of how to go about 'relaxing' and 'enjoying' this amusement park.
Matt blinked and looked at Mello. 'Good, he's still willing to humor me with this.' He smiled and walked toward the gates. "Follow me." They reached the front gates and Matt paid for two tickets to get into the park. It was then it hit him that what this might look like to someone on the outside. 'It's like we're on a date...wait...date? Friends can go to an amusement park together...but I am taking Mello here...so by definition is this a date?' Matt shook his head and decided to drop the thoughts; he didn't need to calculate everything out like all of the other children trained to be L.
Mello fallowed, watching Matt pay for two tickets, and walk into the park. Sticking close to Matt, Mello was shocked by the amount of people at the park. Did people really come here that often? So many different signs and colors beckoned his attention, Mello felt slightly overwhelmed. From what he remembered from books about amusement parks was that people came here to ride on man made contraptions, eat strange fried foods, and play games. He could hear screams coming from one particular ride. He eyed it suspiciously. Did it 'hurt' to ride it? Why were people screaming?
Matt found it a lot easier to take in everything at once. He was used to lights and multiple things going on at once, probably from his video games. He was okay with crowds, despite the fact that he was just as anti-social as Mello. Well, maybe not as anti-social... He glanced back at Mello, wondering how the blonde was taking it all. The younger male hadn't really been to anything similar to this, so it was probably all new to him. Matt stared at him for a moment; obviously Mello's brain was going to short circuit with trying to process all of the new information. "You've really never been to a place like this have you?" He had thought that Mello knew enough and been around enough people and seen enough festivals and such to be able to process an amusement park like a normal person, it seemed that this was not the case.
Mello blushed, noticing Matt observing him. "Why would I have any need to come to something like this?" He said hotly. From what Mello could tell, people came to this park in groups of two or more. He had never had someone offer to come to something like this with him. Who would come any ways? Near? Mello almost laughed at the thought. Mello decided to humor Matt and go along with whatever else he had in store for the day.
Matt gave a slight shrug. "Alright...I get it." Matt looked around Space Paranoia, he quickly memorized where certain things where and then grabbed Mello's hand, leading him to the rollercoaster that he wanted to ride first. It was more of a subconscious decision to grab the blonde's hand then anything else. Hopefully he didn't regret it later.
Mello let Matt lead him by the hand. It was an odd feeling to have such small, yet strangely intimate contact with the man. Mello would admit that Matt was older then him, but Mello had always been the one to dominate the conversation and atmosphere. This was the first time he had seen the older man so free and open. Leading them both to a strange ride, Mello read the sign in front of the entrance. "A Roller Coaster?"
Matt smiled and turned to Mello, letting go of his hand. "Yeah. We're going on it." He paused and thought a moment, if he should explain anything. "Just so you know...it'll go a lot faster then my motorcycle, but you'll be in a little box like car, so it's totally safe. They test it and everything every day." Matt wondered if Mello would agree...He would probably have to promise him more chocolate, since he didn't have any on him, or do something for Mello to get the blonde to ride it.
Mello made a face at Matt, unsure if he wanted to go on this ride. However the look on Matt's face was priceless. He looked so excited and happy, it was almost sickening. Giving a small shrug, Mello fallowed Matt into the entrance of the ride. 'I'll humor him.' he thought to himself.
Matt mentally did a victory dance. He figured that Mello was just humoring him, but it didn't change the fact that he was basically in charge of the day, making decisions and such. 'Probably because he has yet to figure out this place.' Matt leaned against one of the metal barriers; they were now waiting in line. He looked back at Mello. "Thanks for coming today..."
Mello crossed his arms, waiting. "Don't read too much into this, it's a one time ordeal. Don't think I'll do this again!" He glared half heartedly at Matt, looking around and observing the people around them. Mostly families and groups of young teens. The two men looked oddly out of place. Mello shifted uncomfortably, a few rows up a young couple were practically eating one another's face. They were making quite a scene. Mello pretended not to notice, like many other people in the line.
Matt gave a little sigh. "Alright..." He looked away from the blonde and up the line a little further, trying to figure out how long they would need to wait until they could get on the rollercoaster, but before he could start thinking about numbers a young couple caught his attention. They seemed more interested in each other then the line. Matt stared at them for a moment. 'They're two guys...' he thought relatively calmly, then wondered how many people in the line found it disgusting just because it was two guys. Suddenly his brain played a little trick on him and he saw himself and Mello doing the same as the young couple. Matt's eyes widened and he stared at the ground, face reddening, and not daring to look at Mello.
Mello noticed Matt's sudden change in demeanor. What was wrong? He could tell that Matt's face was red, and something was bothering him. "What's wrong? Why are you blushing?" Mello thought about this for a second. "Is it because I won't come with you to this again?" The line was starting to get dense, people pushing into one another. Mello stepped away from the man behind him who was getting unsettlingly close. Not noticing, Mello just kept moving closer and closer to Matt.
'Shit!' He hadn't want Mello to notice. He was unsure of what to do next; he couldn't just tell the chocolate addict that he had just had a little day dream about them making out which had caused his heart to flutter semi-painfully in his chest. He looked up at Mello, willing his face to stop being red. This thought, however, was pushed out of his mind as soon as he saw just how close the blonde was to him. His heart started to flutter in his chest again. 'Dammnit...stupid body...' Mello was his boss and his friend, nothing more. It had taken him forever to get Mello to admit that he was his friend, he wasn't about to screw that up now. Even if... 'No, we're friends, nothing more!' He told himself sternly.
Mello took a step closer to Matt, feeling the man behind him get ever closer. Mello was tempted to pull his gun out and tell the man to back off. Another part of him, however told his conscious that that would be a very bad idea. Mello was so preoccupied with the man behind him, he didn't notice the one if front of him. Suddenly Mello ran into something, he was chest to chest with Matt. The crowed behind them was closing in, and Mello had run out of space to move up.
Matt's eyes widened slightly, he stared at Mello. They were so close. His heart was beating even faster now. "Mello..." 'God...' Their faces were barely a foot apart, they had been closer on the bike but Matt had been able to focus on other things, now there was nothing else to focus on. The image of them kissing kept playing in the back of his head.
Mello noticed that line in front of the two started to move. People were starting to walk and get on to the ride. Matt, however seemed to not notice and stay stuck to the spot. Mello set his hand on Matt's chest, leaning up slightly to his ear. "Matt...move." He whispered, just trying to give him a little push to regain some personal space.
Matt's heart painfully skipped a beat. Still Matt followed the order he was given, despite the fact his brain was now permanently in lemon land. However, his body didn't seem to want to cooperate with his brain. He tripped and nearly fell on flat on his face; he would have if his quick reflexes hadn't thought ahead and had him grab the metal barrier. 'That was close.' He stood straight again, taking a deep breath, now that he was a little further away from Mello he could think slightly more clearly.
Mello sneered, watching Matt stumble and almost fall. 'Good job….' he thought to himself. He was going to share this but Matt seemed in his own type of agony. Mello wondered what had gotten into the man. People in front of them were now entering, and the two fallowed after. A young kid with an ugly pullover ushered them into one of the lines, waiting for the roller coaster to come back from its previous riders.
Matt rubbed his eyes. He tried to get his brain focused and away from lemon land. 'The rollercoaster...just think about that.' He told himself this over and over. Eventually it worked and the image of him and Mello face fucking disappeared from his mind. Hopefully it wouldn't come back. The rollercoaster train soon came back and the riders were let off, then the new riders where allowed on. "Inside or outside?" asked Matt looking back at Mello.
Mello thought about this, not really sure what was the better choice. "...Inside is fine." Getting into the cart after Matt, Mello wasn't sure what to do next. Did they just sit here? Noticing a small seatbelt on his side, Mello tugged it on. Was this all? Suddenly the black metal bar that was in front of the pair came down, startling Mello. "Why is it doing that? I have the seatbelt on!" The black bar stopped snuggly in Mello's lap. Mello gave a slightly frantic look at Matt, unsure of how to make it go back up.
Matt jumped a bit when Mello freaked out. He had been right. He looked at the blonde. He gave him a reassuring smile. "It's cool. It's an extra safety precaution; it'll go back up at the end of the ride." He was calm, but excited. If he remembered what he read right, this roller coaster dropped and turned simultaneously, so it looked like you would go off the tracks.
Mello mumbled something Matt couldn't hear. Suddenly the ride started to move. A woman gave muffled directions over a load speaker, but could barely be understood. The ride clicked and cracked its way up a steep hill. "This can't be safe..." Mello said quietly. He was unsure of what to hold on to, finding a spot on the black bar to let them rest.
Matt glanced at Mello. "Don't worry, it is."
