Disclaimers: Still not owning Death Note
Leaving
"And if you see me losing faith,
And what it means to die.
Don't let me leave before I know
What lies beyond the stain glass doors."
"Okay that should be it."
"Whatever."
"You're in a foul mood."
"Shut up Matt. Just because you fixed the stupid door and got me chocolate doesn't mean you can talk crap to me."
Matt shrugged and sat carefully on the floor, pulling a laptop over to him. He began to type something into it at an inhuman pace.
Mello simply sat sprawled across the sofa and stared at Matt's back. The good mood he tried to keep a few hours ago was starting to wear off. Scowling, he snapped off a piece of chocolate and focused on that. Talking to Matt wasn't something he needed to do. Or felt like doing.
"So you are in a bad mood. Why?"
"One: I'm not in a bad mood and two: none of your business."
Matt looked over at him then at the floor, rolling his eyes.
Mello didn't like this. At all. He was ignoring him. How dare he? "What are you doing?"
"None of your business."
Mello scowled again. If looks could kill Matt would, no doubt, not be breathing. "You're being an asshat. Why?"
"Because you're being an asshat."
Mello twitched. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"
Matt glared up through his goggles at him, his red hair a mess and hanging over his face. "You."
"What?"
"You have, Mello."
"So I'm the problem, hm?" Mello knew he could be an ass. Matt told him that plenty of times before. But never had Mello been a problem. Near was Mello's problem because Mello hated the kid. So then does that mean that Matt hated Mello? Well damn him if he did. He began to grind his teeth together and stare back at Matt. "Why am I your problem?"
"Because you're an ass." He simply stated, looking back at the laptop. It was soon snatched from him and dumped on the floor near his knee. He glanced up and opened his mouth to say something then promptly closed it seeing the horrible expression on Mello's face.
"Damn you."
"We're all damned. Especially us. Look what we're doing! Chasing after stupid Kira and most likely going to die in the process."
"You didn't have to help me you know!"
"I did! And I will! But you don't appreciate it do you? The fact that I would risk my life to help you."
"Oh shut up. I do appreciate it."
"You do an awful good job at hiding it then." He uncrossed his legs and stood up. Pushing past Mello he started for the bedroom until he felt a hand close around his elbow and yank him backwards.
"Do I need to show it? You know it don't you?" Apparently, they didn't know each other as well as they thought.
"I don't know much. You don't like people to know about you Mello."
"Matt."
"What? You know it's true. You hide away from everything. You're too focused on beating stupid Near to the finish line."
Mello grabbed the neck of Matt's black and white striped jumper. He pulled his friend towards him and stared with an icy coldness into his green eyes. "Shut up about Near, it annoys me. And you're pissing me off."
"You piss yourself off!" he spat out. Suddenly he was thrown into the nearest wall and he tried not to wince when his head met the bricks. "Ass."
The blonde frowned and bit his bottom lip, curling his hands into fists. It took a good few minutes for him to finally gain enough composure to talk. "I'll be leaving in a week. I have plans and I tell you something, I'm glad I do. I need to get away from this shit hole. And the apartment."
"Go then! Leave right now if you're so determined!" Matt peeled himself off the wall and flew to the sofa, picking up the controller to his previously abandoned game. To further his point of I really couldn't give a shit, he concentrated on the game and drew a half empty packet of potato chips towards him. Making sure all the while that despite the noises he heard he didn't turn around to look at Mello. He soon got lost in concentration and didn't even hear when the door banged shut after a few minutes of cursing and shuffling around and things clattering to the floor.
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So this was it then, he had left Matt alone and took everything that was his with him. That was okay though for his stuff only included his clothes and one hell of a stack of newly brought chocolate bars. Mello doubted he would go back to the apartment and so set off to look for any place to stay. It had stopped snowing outside but the ground was still white and the raging wind was freezing cold. The perfect night for him to leave. Briefly he saw Matt's face in the back of his mind, laughing at him for picking this night of all nights to storm out. "Oh bog OFF!" he spat in a hushed tone.
He eventually found a place to stay a few blocks away. Not as far from Matt as he would have liked, but it was late and he was tired. Besides, it was only for a week. And where do you plan to go after you have completed your plan? Back to Matt? His features contorted into a scowl as he looked around at his new... dump. There was almost nothing here. With the exception of a bed. He turned around to a squat, red faced man and handed over a weeks rent. Okay so he had swiped some cash on the way out. So what? All it would have been used for would be cigarettes.
The little man waddled away and left the blonde to stare at his surroundings. Not much to see, but through the window, he could almost spot Matt's apartment. He grumbled in displeasure and thumped his things onto the floor, taking out only a bar of chocolate and throwing himself onto the mattress. The sheets didn't smell good. Christ what had he done leaving? But he had to. Any more crap from that prat would have led to bloodshed. It would take a while for his anger to fizzle down and he knew that he shouldn't think over what happened for it would only irritate him more. It wasn't Mello's fault. It was never his fault. It was Matt and his decision to call him a problem and to bring up Near simply to annoy him more. Mello should have known something like this would happen. When he left Wammy's he had spent quite a few months floating between different bed and breakfasts. But when he eventually caught up with Matt and found he had a place to stay, he wondered how long it would be before he would be thrown out. He never tried to extend that time because he thought Matt's nature was good enough to put up with him, apparently not. He glanced down at the melting chocolate in his hand and wrapped it up, laying it back inside his bag. Rolling over, he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes. Only one more week, then the desert, and then what? He heaved a sigh and tried his best to get some sleep.
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Notez: Another chapter! 8D Thank god exams are over so I can focus on stuff like this. And drawing... and Lol'ing –shot- I did not just say that.
But yeah. I see drama!