Anime: Death Note
Pairing: MattxMello
Rating: T (will go higher)
POV: changes
".." - speech
(..) - thought (it's easier this way)
A/N: Sorry it's taken so freakn' long for me to update, I was in the middle of writing this chapter when the parental unit decided she was up for some spring cleaning before I left for Europe. Knowing she would undoubtedly go through my things (like she always does) the notebook I kept the beginnings of this chapter in were put into hiding. Before I left for Europe, I realized that I hadn't written anymore and that this trip would give me some free time to finish it…the only problem was…where had I stashed the notebook? Then, after returning from Europe with a new notebook (which contains an unfinished fic of L/Mello) I then had to go to Colombia (exactly one week after returning) and wrote "Kiss me" during my stay. It was then that I talked to deeafrancu who subscribed to me on my (now deleted)'blixxlex' account on you tube and just so happened to read my fics as well. She told me I should go look for it, and as soon as I did so, I actually found it! I finished writing it during my trip to Costa Rica and have been editing it since. (and writing chpt 3!) So, if u wanna thank anybody, thank her!
Dedications: This fic is dedicated to deeafrancu and Beth (TsukidaiyoMello) for being so awesome! Thanks guys! And thanks to everyone else for the inspiring reviews!
"Sim"ply Curious
Chapter 2
Calm before the Storm
Upon returning at a much later time than promised, Mello found Matt, who had waited patiently for his return, passed out on the couch, PS3 controller in hand while the screen flashed 'Game Over'.
Mello sighed, hanging his jacket and unloading his newly acquired crate of chocolate and cigarettes on the 'kitchen' counter. He then back to face the couch, his guilt creeping up on his conscious.
"Sorry Matt." he whispered, crouching down beside their couch to look the sleeping boy in the face. It wasn't his fault he had to go so far in order to find someone who would sell him supplies under the table like drugs. They needed to stay under the radar. But still, to Mello it was no excuse. Matt had waited up for him until he had lost consciousness, which was something that rarely happened. Indeed Matt was a sleepy looking person by nature, but he was so loyal as to keep watch and play watch-dog even as Mello slept. This situation made Mello pity the gamer, with his blind loyalty. Thus, his guilt. Why would Matt stay with him, watch over him until he couldn't even stay awake? He wasn't worth it, in his opinion, and it only caused harm…
He stared, watching the way Matt's shoulders and chest moved with each steady breath. He was thin, not as thin as Mello, no, no one could match the figure that made even women jealous, but he looked light enough…
"I should get you to bed." Mello whispered aloud, standing n sore legs and bending in order to hoist the other boy into his arms.
Matt groaned in response to the sudden movement and leaned into Mello's arms, attracted to the body heat. Whatever the reason may have been. It only made it easier on the blonde, so he paid it no attention. He tucked one arm underneath his legs, and carried, now, his full body weight, out of the living room. He found it relatively easy to carry Matt down the short hallway, pausing in front of the door to said boy's room. He held one knee against the door jamb, settled Matt's legs on his thigh, and reached for the doorknob.
It jiggled, but did not open.
Locked, of course.
"Dammit Matt." Mello muttered as he swept Matt back up and continued down the hallway, to his own room, the door of which, he noted contentedly, was open.
He settled the redhead down on his bed, and attempted to pull the white sheets out from under him, causing the sleeping boy to stir in the process. Finally succeeding in stripping the bed of it's sheets, he returned to Matt, softly tugging off his boots and gloves, leaving the goggles for last.
"You give me a lot of trouble, you know that?" he spoke quietly hoping, somehow, Matt might hear his reprimanding tone.
"You'd better not mess up my plan tomorrow, I'm not gonna go through a bunch of your crap just to find out what's bothering you…and it better be good." Mello continued as he tucked one hand behind the boy's neck, wrapping his other arm around his waist, lifting Matt against himself in order to pull his goggles off with ease.
Once off, Mello was left with the serenely sleeping boy's face, milky complexion only adding to his awkwardly handsome features. Mello blushed, something he never did, as the redhead's lips parted slowly and mouthed words inaudible to his ears. He laid the boy back down quickly, causing Matt to frown and toss in response. Mello sat up and left his room, flustered, and turned the quick corner out of the hallway into the living room and kitchen. He switched off the TV, and focused his attention to the items on the counter.
He took the case of cigarette packs and put them into a drawer along with the single pack Matt had yet to smoke. He would never voice his thoughts about Matt's smoking, but he had always secretly thought there was some eroticism in the way he let his cigarettes dangle from his slightly parted lips, and how those lips would purse as he took a drag, or lift it with pouted lips when he was deep in concentrated thought.
Mello shook his head, blonde locks swirling around his face as he tried to rid himself of the vivid imagery.
He snatched up his crate of chocolate bars and stacked them into the freezer of their old-as-dirt fridge. Closing the freezer compartment, he opened the fridge door, reaching to the counter once more to grab his last item. A small, glass bottle filled with a pink liquid. He placed it in the butter bin, somewhere Matt would never find it. Closing the cool door, he sighed.
"Sorry Matt, but I gotta know." he grinned wickedly.
"And it'll be funny as hell…" he added as he headed back to his room, switching off lights and locking down for the night (or early morning) as he went. Finally returning to the comfort of his bedroom, he dressed down in the dark, placed his gun on the night stand, and dropped himself into his bed. He lay uncovered, thinking.
Sure it might be odd that he was 'in bed' with Matt. But there was no escaping it since he sure as hell wasn't going to subject himself to the fucked-up couch. Besides, it didn't bother him much anyway. They were close, and he was tired. Mello slipped into mental darkness, dreams of their childhood taking over his drowsy mind…
A/N: Well, I think this chapter is a lot shorter, but it was better to end it here than where It originally ended... I hope I didn't make any mistakes...