Chapter Two

Just us two

Months passed by ever so slowly, and almost four months after Mello's leave, Lauren had had enough. One a day, that was clouded with gray storm clouds was the day Lauren had lost her cool. As she tossed the light green polish across the room, it shattered on impact with the wall. Her hand had merely slapped it out of Mae's hands. Mae glanced up, and saw the darkened look on her friends face. Mae couldn't stand it, and jumped off her bed to her feet.

"Get out."

"What the hell? This is my room too June, or have you finally snapped?" Lauren taunted Mae with a snicker as she looked away.

"No, I mean leave. If you're going to act this way cause you need more attention from Matt then get out. I can't handle all this bull crap from you anymore Lauren." Mae had finally put her foot down, but hot tears ran down her face as she pointed to the door.

Lauren just looked at her, with an expression of shock, confusion, anger and somehow it also showed slight glints of sadness. She didn't want to act this way, but it was her fault for not controlling her emotions. But why was Mae the one, her best friend, to tell her to get out. Lauren stood and let out an annoyed and heavily angered 'fine' and stalked out of her room. Lauren stomped past everyone and pushed everyone in her way, to the side. She was going to leave, and never come back. Passing by Matt, it seemed he had finally realized she was upset and approached her. His face was showing a worry look, as if to tell her that the storm would cause Mae to flip, but what did Lauren care? Mae had just told her to leave; she didn't care if Mae was petrified. Matt came up beside Lauren and began to follow her pace. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to stop her vicious rant walking.

"Kyliegh, where are you going? Why do you look so angry?" Matt said tightening his grip on her shoulders. Lauren slapped his hands off and continued to make her way to the front church like door. She simply replied as she continued walking. She told Matt, who was on her heels following, of the incident with Mae. He tried to calm her down, telling her it wasn't her fault, Mae was probably just a bit irritated and that she should try and apologize for the nail polish. His list continued, and as Lauren pressed her tan-ish hand to the silver doorknob, she turned to Matt for the last time.

"Matt, I'm leaving. I'm sorry. I can't be here. Take care of Mae, she'll need it." Lauren wrapped her hands around his pale cheeks, and pressed her cherry red lips to his, leaving this house was horrible, but leaving with the taste of Matt, wasn't as bad. He slowly and delicately wound his arms around her waist, bring her closer. Lauren's arms began to slip around his neck, as she fidgeted with his shaggy brown hair for the last time. His tongue slid up and down her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Lauren sighed and pulled out of the kiss, placing her forehead against his. He looked sad, but she knew that if they continued, she wouldn't have left till later the next day, and she couldn't stay any longer. "Gomenesaii." She whispered in a hush voice, "Good-night Matt, I'll always love you." And with her last parting words, she pulled free from his arms, closing the door behind her, leaving Matt standing there motionless for several minutes.

Matt sank to his knees, and began punching the flooring till blood sprayed from his knuckles. Looking at the small cut like smash, he began to curse at himself violently. Over and over he yelled at himself, he shouldn't have always been away from her. He should have always been around her, always saying he loved her and that she was his everything, but he had let his games get in the way, and now she had left, for good. Matt continuously slapped himself mentally and yelled at himself. He was abruptly broken from his mental screams, when a crackle of thunder and a shot of lightning shone through the window. Only then did it really sink in, "Take care of Mae…" Mello had also stated this. He had also had begun listing the things Mae was scared of and couldn't be alone during. As Matt began to recollect on the list, a shill shriek rose from upstairs. Forgetting the list, he darted back up stairs, to Mae's room.

Mae stood there for many minutes, letting the tears run don her face freely as she watched her best friend leave her. First her crush and now her best friend, he family was slowly vanishing. Mae fell to the floor, and buried her face in her palms, letting the tears pool in her hand. Her face was growing hotter and tears felt hotter every new sob. Her thoughts were scrambled and broken into glass shards, she was confused, sad and irritated at herself. She began to wish she had never come to this orphanage, but she soon regretted saying that. If it wasn't for this place, she would never have met Mello, Matt, or Lauren. But she was horrible, kicking her best friend out was terrible and horrible and disgraceful. Soon rain began to hit the tall glass window fast and hard. Loud thumps traveled into Mae's ears, and pulled her out of her hands. She gently glided on to the extending window ledge and leaned up against the window. Pressing her red hot face against the cool glass was calming and she closed her eyes. Minutes of listening to rain droplets fall on the clear glass, a loud crack of thunder and a shooting strand of lightning made Mae jump and give a shrill shriek. Her dark blue eyes widened at the thought of thunder. She leaped from the bed to the closet and pressed into the corner with her knees pressed tightly against her chest, provoking a slight pain in her bust, but Mae ignored it.

Matt has finally reached the wooden structure. Turning the knob and throwing the door open, he looked around for the blonde girl about his age, but no sign of her. He began to search; since the door was shut it proved that she was still in the room, just hiding. He threw up the draping purple blanket and black sheet and kneeled down to search under the bed, no blonde. He looked in the small cracks in between the dresser and bed and the dresser and wall, again, no Mae. He began to panic, and even raided her wardrobe, but again no Mae. Matt began to panic; he began to whisper her name as if calling her like a dog. When he got no reply, he cursed loudly and checked everything once over again. When he had closed the wardrobe once more, he noticed the closet door was cracked slightly. Examining through the crack, he began to slowly open the door more. Sighing with relief he had found Mae; she was clutching her legs to her trembling body and was pushed into the corner. Matt slipped into the small room, shutting the door fully behind him; he pressed himself against Mae's trembling and cold body. He gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in between his legs, holding her close, trying to mimic the advancement Mello did. He rested his chin on the top of her head, as she dug her face deeper in his arms, and pressed closer. He began to sweetly coo a song they both shared, Ocean by Mae.

Mae had heard the commotion Matt was causing but didn't dare move. She began to tremble and pull herself tighter into the closet corner. She had always been terrified of the thunder ever since her parents' death. Hot tears streamed down her face, and skimmed her cheeks. She would pull tighter into her own ball, she wanted Mello. She tried to imagine his arms pulling her into a tight embrace, hiding her face into his chest while her eyes were shut tight. He would sing sweet melodies to till she had fallen asleep, only then did he quiet down, and just hold her. She wanted to feel the safe warmth of his body pressed so close to trembling and frozen one. As she remembered his memory, arms pulled her into a warm embrace as it was like when Mello did. Opening her eyes, she looked at the crimson and black striped shirt of Matt. Closing her eyes softly she pulled into his chest closer and gripped his shirt tighter. Warmth was surrounding her as she sat there in between Matt's legs, kneeling on her knees with her face pressed against his chest. She began to hum to the song Matt was cooing in her ear, and she seemed more relaxed.

Matt was surprised by how long the storm was going on. Mae had seemed to calm down, or she was asleep. His arms were wrapped around her sides and his hands feel beneath her bum. He was lucky Mello wasn't around. Hell he wouldn't be here if Mello was here, he and Lauren would be in his and Mello's room, taking advantage of the loud thunder and quiet children, but I guess taking care of Mae was just as good. Looking down, he noticed her eyes were naturally shut and her face was pressed against his chest, she had fallen asleep. Her hands were balled into fists and still slightly gripping his striped shirt. Matt only sighed and looked out the closet door, checking the time and the weather. The digital clock that sat on the shelf across from the closet read in glowing red numbers 6:30 am. It had been 7 hours after Lauren's leave and 3 after Mae had fallen asleep. Looking through the crystalline glass, the sun was starting to rise as raindrops decreased in a random pattern. Matt gave a small smile and leaned his head back on the wall behind him, slowly falling asleep himself.

To Mae's surprise Matt was softer then she ever really knew. He was easy to fall asleep on, and soon after he had begun to sing, Mae had swiftly faded into her slumber. She could hear his heart beating, every beat rung in her head and made her heart jump. She had a strange feeling of comfort rush over her, and she snuggled into Matt more ever so quietly. She could barely hear the commotion outside her closet now. It was muffled by her focusing on Matt's heart. She had heard Mello's heart beat as well, but it was never this clear in her ears, no one's heart sounded so calm and cool. It made a lovely beat, one that calmed the outside world and allowed her to fall deep into sleep.

"Gute Nacht, Matt." Was the last whisper that escaped her lips as she fell into a deep slumber.

Mae awoke pleasantly to the feel of arms protecting her and warmth spread over her body. It took her a moment to remember what had happened. Tilting her head up Mae found herself now looking up from into the sky blue eyes of Matt from his gloved palm. A small grin stretched across his face, as Mae copied. Mae gave a tired yawn and laid her head on Matt's chest again, but she didn't fall back asleep. She was only waiting for Matt to tell her what was going to happen to them now that L was dead, Near had taken the place as L in pursuing Kira and the leave of not just Mello, but also as of last night, Lauren as well.

Matt had awkwardly awoken and again checked the clock. The digital numbers showed 12 noon. He had only been able to grasp about 6 hours of sleep, while Mae had about 9, lucky girl. Sighing to himself, he looked down at the blonde, her hair was somehow neatly rolling down her back and falling of her shoulders while her breath came in soundless and evenly. Matt gently pulled one hand and caressed her cheek, she gently nuzzled into his palm and opened her once shut eyes. He gave a slight smile, as if telling her all was right and the storm had passed and with her coping smile she raised her hand to cover her lips as she yawn. She again laid her head back down on his chest and waited for words of comfort. She needed the most comfort more then anyone, her brother had died, her knight had left and her best friend had left. Matt related to her feelings, he had grown-up with both Mello and L as his guidance, now one was dead and the other had left, and that was just the beginning. The one girl he had loved so much had left the night before, and he couldn't have stopped her. He blinked a tear back and laid his head back on the wall.

"Matt?" a hush whisper escaped Mae's lips and broke the silence of morning.

He was replied with a simple huff of breath, but no eye contact, not yet. She had expected much, since if anyone came in at this moment they might believe Matt and her had been doing was nothing you would expect out these two. They liked other people, the other ones best friend to be more exact. But the feeling that was manifesting within Mae's chest, caught in her throat, it was so unfamiliar yet it wasn't.

"What are we going to do…?" Mae's lip trembled as tears perked in the corners of her eyes. Thinking of her life without Mello caused her so much pain, and by the dear God, it hurt.

Matt somehow had felt the tense word roll of her tongue out of place when she said them, and faced her. Her head hung while her hands engulfed her face. Matt frowned, he had promised to take care of her, though Mello nor Lauren had said it aloud, he knew they had also meant to keep her smiling till they felt they could return, and damn it, he was not going to let her cry anymore! Matt's gloved hands cupped Mae's face. Her blue eyes were turning bloodshot from crying, and it made her look tired along with her porcelain skin. Matt frowned and began to wipe away her tear with each thumb. "Well, obviously I'm going to be the one to watch over you from now on. In simpler terms it means no more crying, thinking about crying or thinking about the others. Mae…" Matt began to explain as he had finished drying Mae's face of tears, he whispered her name and began to lean in.

Mae chocked back the thought of crying more. She had to become strong, and if she didn't start now, when would she? She hung her head and couldn't fight back the tear any longer. She covered her faced in the palms of her head and let the tears form puddles in her hands. She kept letting them fall, until hand grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. Those same hands were used to cup her face and dry the remaining tears. Matt spoke to her, telling her things like they were rules to follow, like back in school. She let the gloved hands cup her pale cheeks and pull her attention from the floor to Matt. His eyes glistened and Mae was too focused on his movements then what he was saying. Before she knew it, he was leaning in to her lips. Mae didn't fight back, but pulled his hand away from on of her cheeks, allowing her to lean up and finish the gap between the two. In the single kiss, all that tightness in Mae's chest was loosened and she realized, she was in love with the gamer boy, and it still kinda hurt.

It seemed to surprise Matt, even if his face didn't show it, that Mae didn't wait for him to lean down, but that her small dainty hand had freed his grip on her cheek and quickly closed the gap between her and him. He had been preparing for her head to tilt or drop, not for her face to close in and take his lips. His hands fell from her face, and traced her curves until he hit her hips. She slid her arms around his neck and played with his dark brown hair. He licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and was even more shocked when she allowed him to enter by simply parting her lips. When he had slipped his tongue in her mouth he could feel the blush rise on her face. He smiled and began to slowly lay her down, by sliding his hand farther down on her leg and lightly picked her up, him over her. He knew this was bad, and it should never have happened, but he didn't want to stop, and by the sweet sounds of her light moans it seemed she didn't either.

Mae couldn't believe her own body. Mae had been surprised by how much she had wanted this, how much this felt so good. She allowed her arms to freely slide beneath his hair and wrap around his neck, deepening this rule breaking kiss. She was enjoying every moment of body contact, she shivered when he ran his hands down her body, allowing his hands to take rest at her hips. What had caught her by a total surprise was his tongue sliding across her bottom lip, asking to come to her mouth. A blush began to arise as she parted her lips and welcomed him in. Silent moans escaped her throat and rolled between her lips. Each one was caught by Matt's ears, and he smiled in the kiss. She began to become over powered, and noticed that Matt's hand was slowly moving down father to her leg. She thought he was going to go father then this, to take her completely. She banished that thought as his hand slightly raised her leg, forcing her to fall back on her back. She was fine with Matt taking control, it didn't bother her at all.

Matt's hand had stayed holding her leg, he actually raised it and held it next to his hip and leaned father into Mae, taking advantage of her willing state. He was loosing his mind with her. This lip-lock had done something, and now all he wanted was her entirely. He wanted to stay in the dark with her for the rest of that day, maybe time as well. He gently restrained her wrists from behind him and put them above her head. He could feel her smile. He was in control of her body, and that's how he liked it. He slowly pulled away from her lips and began to kiss down her cheek, her jaw line, and finely her bare neck. He began to nip at random bare spot till a shill moan had escaped her lips and her body took control once more, but only for a second, to arch her back, and grind her body against his. He had found her weak spot, and snickered at he placed a kiss upon it, as if to mark the placement. Matt began to nick that spot, playing it as if by accident by laying butterfly kisses all down her neck. He enjoyed her shivers that radiate from her body into his and her moans drove him crazy. It felt like a game he constantly would play till her won, and it seemed to him, that this game was harder then it looked.

Mae's face grew darker as Matt pressed her leg against his side and held it there. She had felt his lips press harder on hers giving his tongue more room to roam in her mouth. He body went limp, and she didn't mind if Matt wanted to use that on his side. Mae could feel the room grow hot and she realized that Matt might actually be able to take over control of her body, and make it his, the thought didn't seem to bad now, this whole sensation was much to good, much, much too good. Mae groaned with displeasure as Matt removed his other hand from her hip to group her wrists and pin them above her head. The feeling of this being a discipline made Mae moan more, like telling the teacher how it was making her feel. She groaned again when his velvet lips left hers. He began to kiss down her cheek, jaw, and down her neck. For a gamer boy, he surely knew what he was doing. A tingling feeling like a static shock made her moan loudly and her back arch, which made Mae flush red because her body grinded against him, and as he continued to nick at that tender area, would control how much pressure was applied to his body. She continued to gasp and moan as he had finally left his lips upon her tender area. Mae was loosing it, and opened her mouth in an attempt to stop his actions, there body's had no space between them.

Matt finally glued his lips to her spot and he began to nip and teethe on the spot. A rather unwanted loud moan escaped Mae's mouth. Matt prayed no one heard it. Once he pulled away from her neck, a small purple bruise was visible. Matt snickered and for this last time, he nipped the mark causing even a bigger gasp to exit her mouth, and by using that Matt caught her lips once again and began to fight for dominance once more over Mae's mouth.

Mae, being pressed to the floor began to here movement outside in the halls. She abruptly broke from the kiss, each one pulling their tongue out of the other ones mouth. Matt seemed bewildered and leaned into her ear. His hot breath was intoxicating, but she had to tell him that is was time to stop.

"M…Matt…" her lungs began to fill with air, "Other kids are out. Listen." Mae breathed silently.

Matt was forced to release Mae's wrists and leg. Crawling to the wooden structure, Matt pressed his ear to the door. Cursing under his breath, he leaned against the wall, and was facing Mae. She had sat up and sat with her knees bent and spread. He was able to notice her finger was lightly tracing her lips. Matt snickered and crawled over to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and dragged her back to the wall with him. Setting her in his lap, he would be listening for any movements now, while she leaned back and watch.

When he had released his grasp on her wrist and leg, Mae began to take sharp in takes of breath. She heard him curse at the laughing and playing children just behind the thin wooden wall. Mae finally sat up and began to trace her lips, shocked that had just happened, she maybe had daydreamed of it happening with Mello and her, but never with Matt, and God was that amazing. Mae closed her eyes and smiled. Mae's eyes shoot open when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and dragged her back. When the little ride ended, Mae looked up and was staring up at Matt's glittering blue eyes. She leaned back and began to interlock her hand with his. His chin lay on her head and watched with a smile as she weaved her fingers through his. Leaning back, Mae let out a small sigh.

"What's wrong Mae?" Matt whispered into her ear directly.

"Nothing bad, it's just…that it's best if no one knows about 'us' until we become adults." Mae said, and felt Matt let out a huff of disappointment. Mae giggled and knew why he was disappointed.

"Does that mean these can only happen during thunder storms?" Matt asked displeased.

"Precisely, and very early in the morning and late night." Mae turned to face Matt, his lips curved into that frown again. Mae pressed her lips to his and pulled back again. "Cheer up Mattie, its thunder season." A snicker was glittering in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his head to her collarbone. Mae blush, it was new for someone to be this close to her bust, and it scared her. Matt didn't seem to mind.

"Mae?"

"Yeah Mattie?"

"Two things, one if you can call me Mattie, I get to call you Mae-Flower or June-bug k'?" he spoke still pressed to her chest.

"Sure. What was the other one?" Mae asked laying her head on his and smiling.

"I so claim these." Mae opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by 'these' but her question was answered by Matt's hand tenderly massaging her right breast. Mae's face turned dark red as she clutched onto Matt tighter and was holding back gasped and huffs. Matt seemed to note her reaction and release his hold on her chest. Letting out a gasp, Mae smiled and gave a quiet 'okay' to his ownership.

After the leave of Lauren and Mello, many thunder storms seemed to become fond with that part of the England region. Nights had been spent in the closet, Matt exploring every inch of Mae, trying to win his game, while Mae just tried not to want to scream in pleasure. As the five years past by, it was too quick for both Mae and Matt as they had finally made it pubic to Whammy's that they were together, and Rogers mysterious call in day, each number he dialed, frightened Mae more and more, while Matt tried his best to keep her mind off the phone calls, which he was quit good at. Hardly did they know, that they had dived in to a pool of betrayal when their lips met that first time in the closet.

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A wave of uncertainty washed over Mello as he drew ever so closer to the church like door. Passing the bushes, he began to imagine his memories of her again. Her pale blonde hair would be spinning in the windy breezes that would pass by in spring and her blue eyes always sunny and big. Mello stood still, gazing at the memory as if he was looking at it for real. He sighed once more and moved on to the structure he had once called home. It stood like a church; autumn colors stained the windows and a bell rung in the distance. When Mello had finally made his way to the front door, he wrapped his hands on cool metal knob, and pushed the wooden barrier open. Light had flooded his vision, and the commotion of several whispered filled the main room. Children, some he recognized some he didn't, were gathered around, waiting. One Mello had opened the door, the crowd of children wrapped around him, like a circus ring. They gawked at his grown-man stature. His blonde hair tussled and choppy, but still had remained the same length, about shoulder. His face was more defined as a scar manifested its life on his left side of his face. His blue eyes were scanning the room he had just entered, for the face he had hoped to see.

Finally, in the distant hall, he recognized the pale skin feminine silhouette of his childhood love. Her hands were clasped in front of her, as her pale skin illuminated to blackness that covered her face. A snow white dress fell loosely over her body, and rose above her knees. A smile protruded on his face as he escaped the sea of children and made his way to her, to his Mae. As he slowly moved closer to her, he realized that the figure wasn't her, but another girl he had befriended here at the orphanage, Lauren, but everyone called her Kyliegh. As he moved closer, inching his way ever more to her, he could faintly make out her distinct amber eyes and long flowing chocolate hair. He moved closer till she rolled off the frame, and began fading into the hall.

Mello followed the girl he had grown up with. Questions continued to boggle his mind, had Matt done as he said and token care of Mae? Had he treated her like Lauren? Did Mae have to sing herself to sleep every thunder storm? He had hoped Matt listened to him, if not there was going to be hell to pay. Walking down the wild hall, he had lost Lauren was now lost. Trying to play it cool, he slipped his leather gloved hands in his pockets and simply wander idle down the hall till the setting looked familiar. As he looked around the halls for anything that might point in the direction of Mae, a sliver of light fell on the ground, suggesting a room. As Mello neared the door, there he heard the voices of others; about three he could make out. A young girl's voice that sounded like a church bell or a sweet breeze in spring was shouting against the other girl. The young man associated with the two girls, was the only one sounding calm. Mello was only able to catch a bit of the conversation till he pushed the door open in shock to seeing the three.

Lauren had been called earlier that day that something had happened to Near, and to come quick. She was informed by Roger that her ticket was in her mail, and he was right. In about five hours, she had been returned home. It seemed all too familiar to her as she dropped herself on her bed. Lying on her bed, she remembered the night she had left. Tilting her head to the wall, an almost invisible green splatter, and Lauren whispered to herself what it had been. Roger walked in and bowed to Lauren. She pulled herself over, and let her legs hang over the side facing Roger. He told her Mello was out front, and it would be best to show him back to his room. Lauren nodded Roger away and commenced a graceful prance to the front door. Once she had finally reached the front room, Mello was surrounded by children, and with a smile started making his way towards her. Rolling off the door frame, she vanished, walking down the hall to her room. She knew Mello would loose sight of her eventually, and since this hall continued down to their room, she didn't worry. Upon returning, without Mello behind her, she opened the door to see a familiar blonde under a brunette boy, their lips glued to each other. With trembling lips Lauren whispered their names, Mae and Mail. Pulling apart, the girl, who was definitely Mae, grew a bright red as her dark blue eyes widened in shock at seeing Lauren, while Matt hung his head and cursed.

"What's your problem!? I leave and now you're all over each other! Does Mello know!? I bet not!?" the first girl threatened.

"Calm down, please Kyliegh, I started this." The young man calmly said trying to take the blame.

"Matt, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." The tender voice of an angel sounded worried.

"Can some one explain to me what's going on?" Mello opened the door, revealing Matt and Mae sitting on the bed, while Lauren had her hands balled in fists and her brown hair was tussled and she was pissed.