-bows head in shame- GOMEN! I have not updated this (and my other fics) in like a month! I'm sorry for the wait especially to we've all got our junk... Gomenesai... We'll here it is!
Summary: Matt is the son of a rich investor and for as long as he can remember Mello, his fraternal twin, has been by his side in the lonely mansion where he has grown up. His peaceful life ends when he begins to question his sanity when he realizes that what he thought was brotherly adoration for his brother is really love. As he struggles with his feelings, his entire life is thrown into turmoil when an unexpected woman claims that Mello is not truely a son of the Jeevas family. Amongst all this chaos is a girl who is determined to make all the chaos even worse. Will Matt's feelings change for his only friend when Mello begins to remember his bloody past, or will he persevere throughout it all and finally stop surpressing his feelings for Mello? MattXMello AU (Rated T for possible future yaoi and some violence)
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Mello, the rest of the story I do own.. No other mentions of characters from DN will be mentioned (unless I change my mind and L makes a magical appearance but I will change the Disclaimer if that happens)
Dedication: we've all got our junk
"Mello!" I run over to my brother, who is lying on the hot concrete, hugging his stomach and sporting a black eye.
"Mello, what happened?" As usual he just shakes his head and leaves me to wonder who is behind these horrendous beatings, but what he doesn't realize is that this time they've been arrogant. They left behind a sign that someone did this to him. A single orange hair is all I need and I'm off to the playground where I know he will be.
I run across the hot asphalt,sweat running down my brow and making the hair on my forehead stick to my face; I don't care. I turn the corner and then without pausing, I jump the small chain link fence that forbids entry to a shortcut to the playground; I stumble but somehow keep my coordination as I race to catch the perpetrator.
Finally I reach the sad excuse for a playground, with its broken benches and grimy fountains. The swings in the corner are ripped from their chains, the slide grimy and its faded plastic unforgivably hot. Everyone knows who has done this, but no one bothers to report it. It really made me sick to see how people were so cowardly in this world.
I walk across the concrete, carefully avoiding the litter strewn on the ground; that's when I see him. Damen Green. He's tall with tanned skin that is usually marred by greasy pimples and a head of dyed orange hair. He wears a dirty off white wife beater and old cut off shorts, his feet clad in dingy looking trainers. On his right arm is a black tattoo of a rose. He looks at me and then realizing the reason why I've come, he grins ferally. "Nanda?Little rich boy come to defend his 'twin'? How sweet is that?" His tone is mocking and I want nothing more than to hit him. "Why have you been beating up my brother?" I try to control my livid tone; I don't want to fight him- not just yet anyways.
"That little brat is always cheeking me,and other than that I have my reasons." He scowls at me and I suppress the urge to hit him. I must wait, otherwise my ten year old body will go flying through the decrepit brick wall behind me. I clench my fists and then see him sigh as he realizes that neither his mocking tone nor his refusal to properly answer my questions had me riled up enough; he was losing interest.
"Okay, well if you don't mind tatsujin-sama.." At this he gave a fake bow and then saluted me mockingly, "I'll be taking my leave." He began to walk away as I bid my time until his guard was down and then he glanced back at me, his eyes mocking me, "And tell Mello that I'll be back next we-"
That was it! I ran across the pavement and launched myself straight onto his back, in the process pulling out a small knife that I had taken from Francesca earlier.
"What the-! Put that thing down! Kono GAKI!" He tries to swing me off and my grip around his throat tightens; I won't let go, not until I avenge my brother who has endured countless beatings . I place the knife at the base of his throat and then tighten my grip on his neck.
"Don't move, or you'll die." Poking him with the knife, I raise his head so that even while I'm on his back he can see me; I blow a stray auburn hair out of my face and then scowl at him. "If you ever touch my brother again I will do something worse than this." To illustrate my point, I removed the knife from his throat and placed it on his cheek, slowly drawing it down the bumpy tan skin. He stifles a groan and I smirk. This is what I was going to resort to if he refused to leave my brother alone; I refuse to look at Mello limping, or bleeding or laying broken on the cement.
I tighten my grip further almost choking the idiot teen who has caused my twin so much pain. "Wakatta! Get off of me!" His voice is strained and his cheeks are flushed. I smile sourly and then trail the knife up to right below his eye and then press it into the skin. I draw it across the flesh, creating a medium sized cut; he hisses in pain and I give out a small chuckle. "This is just a reminder, so that every time you look in a mirror, you'll know that if you mess with a single hair on Mello's head I'll be coming after you and there'll be hell to pay. Got it?" With a sneering smile of my own I jumped off of his back, sheathing the knife into the sheath I had found with it. Damen stumbles and I let out a small laugh- which is more out of hysteria than anything else; It had taken a lot of courage (and observing Mello's behaviors) to pull that off- I wasn't usually violent.
Damen looks back at me, a dumbfounded look on his face and I can't guess if he's reasoning with himself or is just stupid. Considering it to be the latter, I begin to walk away and with one last grin on my face I look back at him; he's no longer standing where he had been a minute ago. I turn around slowly and with one punch my 95 pound body is on the floor and I feel blow after blow raining down onto me. I try to reach into my pocket, but with one hand he restrains both of my slim wrists. In his other hand is the knife I had used to cut him. He set down the sheath and then brought the knife up to mu own pale unmarred skin, and then slowly mimics the movements I had done just minutes ago. He grins as he reaches the skin beneath my eye and I screw it shut, hoping with all my might that he doesn't cut the skin; I may have acted tough, but my bravery had shut itself away the moment I jumped off his back.
"Oy! Mazui kao!" Then I hear the clatter of the knife as a blow strikes him on the back. Suddenly he is falling and I am trapped under his lithe form. Somehow for someone who was so skinny, he was heavy... After much pushing and maneuvering I am out from under him and panting as I look into the green eyes I have come to memorize.
"M-Mello.." Mello merely grins but then upon further inspection of me, he frowns; Mello hates it when I get hurt.
"Baka. Why did you go after him? He could have had his gang with him!" I chuckle nervously as Mello continues to skewer me with his eyes. "Gomen... It's just that.. I hate seeing you hurt.." I move closer to him and then envelope him in a hug.
I bring my mouth to his ear and in barely more than a whisper I say to him, "You are my important brother and I will not see you hurt." Whether it was the intensity of my words or the fact that he was relieved, he hugged me tighter. Then I could feel his breath in my ear. "That doesn't mean you go running off to catch the wicked villain Matty. Leave it to me; I'm perfectly fine with fighting both our battles." With that he released me and took my sweaty hand into his, and together we walked down the litter strewn path that lead to our house, leaving both the unconscious teen and the ornate knife laying on the ground. Yes, I was glad Mello was better, however I knew one thing from that day on; I would let Mello have his way, because in the end his will was greater than my bravery and determination combined.
As blows rained down onto me, I focused on all the good times Mello and I had shared; Ironically enough as I neared unconsciousness, I reveled in the fact that not once during my beating did I let out a sound. I focused on more memories as the pain all over my body increased and then blissfully, I fell out of consciousness and into the painless world of insubstantial memories.
I walked out of the classroom and looked out of my watch. Over an hour of my time is what that blasted teacher wasted, and all she did was blather on about how my achievement test grade was really low. I mean for god's sake, I did take it in summer in my bedroom while playing video games! Of course it's going to be low!
I walk faster, ready to apologize to Matt for taking so long, when I notice that every bench in front of the school is empty. I look out into the sky and realize it is no longer the sky blue I've come to adore, but a fiery orange that signals the end of another day... No I couldn't have taken that long.. It had only been an hour and a half... I whip out my cell phone and my eyes widen as I take in the time; my watch had put it at five o'clock, which meant that it was two hours behind... I press the number one on my simple cell phone (well simple compared to my computer genius of a brother). The phone rings and rings and then I look around, as I hear something... Something that sounds vaguely familiar...
I kneel down towards the spot that the sound is coming from and then I see it; Under an ivory colored bench is Matt's cell phone and the cross that always adorned his neck...
I pick up both items and stuff the phone in my pocket while I look at the piece of jewelry in my hands. It was the only thing that Matt had been given to remember his mother, who died in childbirth.. I clench my fist around the fragile chain and then put it around my neck, the cross hanging loosely by my collarbone. And then I'm running. I don't know where I'm running, but I have a feeling that wherever my gut leads me, is where I'll find Matt.
I curl up into a ball, trying to ignore the piercing pain in my ribs and arms. They had finally untied me, and then they threw me into a dingy old room that I presumed was the janitor's closet. I had given up long ago on trying to open the door; I was too weak to even stand for long, much less kick down the door.
I make small patterns in the dust on the floor, wallowing in my own misery. I didn't even know why they beat me up like they did... I had never even met them... Then my thoughts returned to the small scar under Haylee's eye; Was it pure coincidence that I had seen a scar that was so similar to the one I had made on Dean all those years ago? I knew I didn't inflict it on her, but it made me wonder; Did Dean do it to her because of me? As I think about the impossibility of it all, I just shake my head. It must have been done to me out of pure unfathomable hatred?
I punch the ground lightly causing pain to shoot through my arm. That was an even more of an impossibility...
I try to sit up and let out a muted shriek. Those idiots must have broken the entire right half of my body!
Then the impossible happens. I hear the door lock click and I would have jumped for joy had I even been able to sit up.
"Matt!" I feel a tear of joy slide down my cheek as Mello bends down to pick me up in his warm arms.
"How did you find me?"
Mello just shakes his head and proceeds to walk out of the dark parking garage. I wince in pain as Mello jostles me as he's climbing the stairs, but don't bother to say anything; I'm just relieved that I'm with him now...
"Well, well. Lookie here boys. Gaydar's brother came to rescue him!" Haylee jumped down lithely from a fire escape and glared at Mello.
"Let me through and I won't kick your skank ass. Right now anyways, " Mello tried to move past her but was pushed back by her gloved hands; He couldn't defend himself because he had me.. Sometimes I felt so useless and this time was no exception.
"Put me down Mello," My voice is eerily calm and it takes all my strength to utter those few words. I am and never will be as brave as my brother, but that doesn't mean I can't try.
Mello didn't listen to me and just hefted me up a little, so that my ear was the closest thing to his mouth.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." He gingerly slung me over his shoulder and then he was off.
He kicked Haylee in the stomach and then we were running down alleys, the shouting coming from Haylee's goons resounding off of the brick walls.
"Hold on Matty. Remember, I'm fine with fighting both our battles." That line that had passed through my mind not too long ago made a sad smile appear on my face.
"Hai,"
That seemed to spur him on and soon we were in front of the mansion that had come to mean home to both of us seven years ago; I sigh in relief as he opens the door and we set off to our room.. Everything will be all right. At least that's what I have to convince myself of, despite that nagging feeling that tomorrow would be worse than today... Sometimes life just sucks.
Again gomen! Okay.. so I decided to throw in how Mello acquired his trademark cross :)... which is something that I've always wondered... so yea... Hope you liked it! REVIEW!
