Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any thing relating to Death Note. sigh.
Suggested listening: 100 Suns by 30 Seconds to Mars
Black shoes ran across the hard surface of the street. Water drops flew into the air as the man hurried through the many puddles that were gathering. Everything was quiet but the sounds of his running and the rain that slammed against various surfaces. The man had no idea what time it was. His only indication was that the sun had not come up yet, making it known that it was still night. Even though he could barely see anything, he knew exactly where he was going.
The blonde haired man finally stopped at a small apartment complex. After easily picking the lock into the main building, he made his way to the bottom floor. In a secluded corner there was a door with large golden numbers. 03. Water was dripping off the slick leather that covered most of the man's body, creating a small puddle where he stood. Feeling no need to knock, he began picking the lock. It took only a few seconds for him to gain access to apartment number 3.
Pushing the door open to where it almost hit the wall, the blonde stepped inside the dark room. There was only small lights coming from the various game systems lying by the tv. The smell of smoke hugged him as he moved in enough to shut the door. He looked around. It was dark but he could still make out the different shapes around him. Despite the small place, everything thing seemed to be neat and organized, which surprised the man. The friend he knew was never this clean. It made him question if the friend was here alone. Taking the risk he moved on down the hallway.
It didn't take him long to reach the end. There was a small alcove on the right that held a bathroom and a door that was opposite. Noticing there was no light coming from the crack underneath, he wondered again what the time was. He pushed the door open just enough for him to look in. The blankets were hanging off the bed and there was only one out of the five pillows actually on the mattress. But no sign of anybody. Pushing the door open all the way, he saw a light coming from under a door to the left. He looked around once more to see if there was anyone in the room. After confirming there wasn't, the blond slowly walked to the door. As he got closer he heard the sound of water running.
He pressed his ear against the door gently. If his friend was with a girl, the last thing he wanted to do was walk in on them. Even though he was notorious for not caring about things such a peoples privacy, he was respectful when it came to this friend. The sound of water could no longer be heard in the room. He moved his ear away from the door, placing one hand on the knob. Almost immediately as he started to turn the knob, the door opened from the other side. The friend that he had been searching for stepped out of the bathroom. The blonde stood where he was and watched as he walked with his head down until he stopped at the black shoes. His head began to lift up, eyeing the person in front of him. The bathroom light had yet to be turned off, which allowed the blonde look into the green eyes of his friend as their eyes met.
"Mello?" The man said.
"It's really fucking easy to get in here you know?" He said with a slight laugh in his voice.
"How did you..." The red haired boy let his voice trail off as he continued to stare at his friend.
"You're not that hard to find Matt. You really should try to be more careful." Mello sighed to himself.
Mello made his way to the bed and sat down, making the last bit of the hanging blanket fall. He returned his eyes back to Matt, who was still standing in the light. He realized his friend was only in underwear. Not boxers, but briefs. It wasn't that he cared, or felt uncomfortable, it was just then that he realized that Matt had a small blush on his cheeks.
"Mello... are you okay?"
The blonde had averted his eyes to the ground. He knew that it had been years since he'd seen his friend. Mello had left without telling him where he was going or when he would be back. Inside he knew that Matt would be upset about it. Honestly he could say the same if Matt would have left unexpectedly. The two friends were close, probably the closet out of Wammy's house. Mello's only friend was now standing in front of him, after he broke into his home, after he left without a word, after 5 years. The blonde began to feel the guilt he had felt before.
"I don't know Matt.. I really don't know." His blue eyes raised up and met green ones.
The red head slowly made his way to the dresser. Pulling on a pair of loose sweat pants, he walked to his friend. Placing on hand on Mello's shoulder, he sat down next to him.
"Mel, you're soaking wet! Where the hell were you?" Matt shot up and pulled his friend with him.
"I ran." He said quietly.
"You ran? What do you mean? Ran from where?" His voice filled with concern.
"I don't know."
Taking Mello's arm Matt dragged him into the bathroom. He slipped off his jacket and placed it over the tub, letting the water drip down.
"C'mon. I'll get you out of these clothes, they're soaking wet and you'll get sick."
Mello faded in and out of what was happening as he drowned in his own thoughts. Why was Matt doing this? Was it just a kind gesture? He didn't think his friend would be anything other than mad at him. Mello just left him. Matt wasn't one to hide his feelings either. Almost all the time he could tell what the red head was thinking by his eyes.
As he came back to reality he realized Matt was taking off the soaked red boxers that were on his friend. The shower had been turned on and steam was filling the small room.
"You get in the shower. Warm up, and get clean. I'll get you some clothes to wear."
After his friend left, Mello took a minute to look at himself in the mirror. His straight blonde hair was wet and sticking to his flawless face. His eyes were overcome with sadness. Who was he? Mello could not answer the question. He was lost.
When he returned to the bedroom Matt was not there. The light had been turned on and there was a pile of clothes lying on the bed. Mello took the plaid boxers and headed back into the bathroom to put them on.
"Mel?"
The blonde opened the door and walked to the rest of the clothes his friend had placed out for him. Matt was standing next to the dresser. He had a small white mug in his hands. Mello finished putting on the sweat pants and the loose tee shirt as Matt walked up to him.
"I made you some hot chocolate." He said as he set the mug carefully on the night stand.
"Thanks." Mello said and sat down on the bed.
The bed was surprisingly comfy. Either that or Mello underestimated how tired he really was. He looked around more at the new surrounding. All the blankets had been neatly placed at the end of the mattress and the pillows returned to a neat state. Matt's room was messier than the previous one, but still neater than he expected it to be. There wasn't much in the room. Other than the bed, there was a small dresser and a bookshelf. His walls were a tan color. Almost like the sand you'd find on the beach. When his eyes passed the curtains, he realized it was still dark and he had no clue what the time was.
"What time is it?" The blonde said as he continued to stare around the room.
"Nearly three in the morning." Matt said as he sat down next to his friend for the second time.
"Why were you up?" Mello asked, averting his gaze to a tired looking red head.
"Bad dream." He mumbled as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.
"You still get bad dreams?"
"Yeah, sometimes. But more importantly, why are you here? And why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Mello took a moment to piece his answer together. He hadn't thought about what or how he was going to Matt when he wasn't even so sure himself. What would he think of him? Mello was the one who pushed everyone away. He's the one who did this to himself. Despite the conflict going on in his head, he decided that Matt was his best friend, and he trusted him.
"I lost everything." He said bluntly.
"What do you mean?" Matt turned his body to face his friend.
"I lost it. I lost it all. My home, my friends.. even myself. I don't know what to do anymore Matt. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know anything. And.. I'm scared." With those last words Mello met emerald eyes that were staring at him.
"Mel... you don't have to be scared. There's nothing to be scared of." Mello lowered his head in response.
"Listen, you can stay here as long as you need okay? You should know that no matter what I'm always here."
"But why? I.. left you. Without saying a single word to you. I thought you'd be pissed at me."
"Seriously?" Matt couldn't help but laugh to himself. "You should know me better than that. I knew you left because of the Kira investigation. I understood, and I knew you'd be okay. You're Mello." A smile came across the freckled face.
"Thank you Matt. Really. I'm not sure what I'd do without you." A smile came to Mello as he responded.
"Well I do know what you're gonna do now. You need to sleep. I can't imagine you took any kind of transportation other than you're feet here. I'm sure you're tired as fuck."
"Yeah I am." He chuckled, covering his mouth slightly with his hand.
Grabbing one of the blankets from the end of the bed, he threw it at the blonde. "Here, It'll get cold."
Mello wrapped the warm blanket around him. "But where will you sleep? I can sleep on the couch, this is your bed after all."
Matt shook his head. "You need this bed more than I do. I'll sleep on the couch. I'll talk to you in the morning Mels."
He made his way across the bedroom. "Don't hesitate to wake me up if you need anything." Matt shouted as he closed the door.
Mello lied in the warm bed as he watched his friend leave. Matt was so nice to him. Even after all that happened. At least he knew he had a friend that cared about his life. But the blonde still wondered if the ginger knew just how he really was.
The smell of chocolate filled his nose. He turned to the nightstand to realize he had forgotten the drink that Matt had made for him. Taking the warm mug in his hands, the steam hugged his cheeks.
After quickly finishing the chocolate drink, he placed the mug back on the table. Curling up in the blanket, the blonde then realized just how tired he was and fell asleep almost immediately.
