Amore mio...

Chapter 1

'Why do I have to forget the bills? It's alaways the bills, for L's sake! And the damn lady upstairs, it must have been her fault that they boot me out...Argghh, that for damn sure, I have to spend the night somewhere out...'

A very angry redhead was heading down the long bulevard into the night. Two hours ago he had seen a small memo hunging outside his bedroom's door, saying that he had to leave soon. "Due to unpaid bills of months and noise", the memo informed him. Jaw droped and hart on his feet, Matt had quickly packed his stuff (DS in pocket, cigs in pocket, laptop in his bag and nerves raw) and burst out of his room, cursing tha lady upstairs and whoever was living in the filthy block of flats.

'And now what? Now what the fuck? No money, no place to stay at all...Great. Just great.'

A pair of shiny green eyes stared at he black sky for awhile. The moon was on but no stars were to be seen that night. Matt didn't care, he just needed a place to spend the night.

A year in London, another in Japan, back to London again for some months, two years in the US. A very long tour...'Of course this tour was planed for two, but mister ingredibly incretable had lots to do in Japan.' Mtt thought bitterly in the memory of his best friend-and crash- Mello. He had decided to run away and have his own tour, chasing Kira with his guys of the Mafia. Four years ago, damn it, why did he have to think about it now?

Matt fixed his eyes on the road. 'No need to think of Mello right now' he decided and lit one of his eternal cigarettes. He blew the smoke and kept on walking.

Sometimes, though, it's hard to supress the past and your memories. They always-ALWAYS- come back to you harder...

---Flashback---

When Matt entered the room, Mello was droping his black clothes in a suitcase, pressing them down with nervous movements.

Matt stood in the doorway and looked at his best friend."Your leaving" he simply said

"Yeah, I do" Mello hissed without looking at Matt. He closed his suitcase and held it tightly with a shaking hand, his pale fingers more pale because of the preasure.

"You're going after Kira, I bet." Matt said again in an icy tone that made Mello stare curiously at him, arching his brows.

"I'm going after Kira." he stated.

"And, of course you won't let me come with you.". That was a statement.

Mello smirked, a ghosted smirk that would soon disapear from his pale lips."You know me so frickin' well, Matt. Why'd you have to even ask?" he asked and let go of his lugagge. When Matt didn't answer, he aproached him and strech his hand to caress him.

Matt slaped the hand away, but streched his own and huged Mello tightly. "Take care of yourself, ok?"

Mello pulled mildly away from his friend's hug. "I will. Someday we'll meet again, you know...I'll be waiting." he said calmly and left the room.

"I'll be riching for you..Mells" Matt whispered, but loud enough gor Mello to hear.

---End of Flashback---

"What a bastard. Even while leaving he was sure I had to go searching for him..." Matt murmured and stoped walking. He was standing out of a big wooden door.

He had finaly made his desicion. He made it through the door and rung the bell, breathing a big, cold breath.

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"Qualcuno suonare alla porta...*1" a soft female voice called, and imediatelly brought a strange blond by her side. A very blond, very attractive, very handsome young man dressed in total black outfit.

"Get me*2" the blond said and opened the door without asking who was outside that late hour of the night.

His jaw droped in surprrise, his eyes went huge and his mind almost stoped working. The man that was standing outside his door was too fake to be a mortal, too alive to be there and very familiar to have him confused. This cooper hair, those green eyes, that cigarette huging from his lips-

"M-Mail Je-Jevas?" Mello ('cause it was Mello indeed) whispered in total horror and got pale.

"I'd told you I'd find you some day, now, hadn't I?" Matt stared at him smiling, though not less surprised than his companion.

"Mello? Che e la porta?!? *3" the female voice aksed, and Mello covered his face, cursing under his breath and clanching teeth.

"Un vecchio amico, Monica...Matt... *4" Mello answered, still looking at Matt, his eyes shine with a mixture of happiness and surprise and...dispair?

He grabed Matt and almopst druged him in the house."What are you doing here? How did you came here? And why?" he whispered and pinned him on the wall.

"Take it easy, I just wanted a place to spend the night, I was booted out from my apartement! Now let go off me!" Matt whispered himself and pinned Mello's arms down.

"Mello? Mello?" that voice again.

Matt stared mockingly at Mello. "...Oh, Mello, you're in trouble, right? Who'se she?" he asked and anjoyed his friend's face as it was getting red like a fresh tomato.

"She's...a roomate...I'll explain to you later on." Mello said, looking behind his back. "She's Italian, not an english word she knows apart from 'fuck me' and 'ass'."he said again, this time smilling a bit.

"Oh, I got it." Matt mattered and smiled despite Mello's words.

By this time a short brunette came out from the kitchen. She wasn't bad. Rather...cute, but surelly not for Mello. She had this silly smille on, the one that reminds you of a stupid monkey who has just grabed his banana.

Forget the monkey face and monkey hairs and you have Mello's..."companion" pictured.

"Monica, amore mio, questo e il mio buon amico, Matt *5" Mello said to the brunette and then turned to Matt.

"Matty, that's my living Hell, Monica."

Monica, haven't understand a single word, she smilled cheerfully and huged Matt. She was barelly touching his chest.

"Il cibo e pronto, venite! *6" Monica said hapilly and Mello grabed Matt's hand again and followed her in the livingroom.

"Make yourself at home..." Mello whispered at Matt and stared at him, eyes shine.

Matt smiled and looked at the food Minica was surving on the table. He then looked back at Mello and smiled sarcastically.

"So, apart from feeding you so well, does he do anything else to plesase you...Mells?"

---end of chapter one---

Small dictionary

*1 : "Love, somebody's on knocking the door!"

*2 : "I'm going"

*3 : "Mello? Who'se in the door?"

*4 : "An old friend, love...Matt..."

*5 : "Monica, love, this my good friend, Matt"

*6 : "Diner's ready, come!"