Mello POV

Alibi

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We both could see crystal clear

The inevitable end was near

Made our choice, trial by fire

To battle is the only way to feel

...alive...

"Get the Hell out of here." The boy in front of me glared at me but didn't move. He stepped closer to the shivering mass of clothes on the floor, a system of trembling limbs. He had a devilish smile on his lips that really pissed me off, sending shivers run down my spine, but I couldn't move closer. He was too close to the mass. Dangerously close.

"What if I want to stay right here and play some more with your little friend? What will you do?" he calmly asked and took another step closer to the boy on the floor. I froze. He knelt next to the boy and faked a tender pat on the boy's back. The latter shivered in pain and I heard a hiss that made my blood freeze in my veins.

"Let him go. He has nothing to do with us." My voice was pitiful, I could ever hear the light plead in it. It made me want to vomit in disgust. And fear. For the first time in my life I was so afraid I couldn't even move. How could I ever let him so close to Matt? I had to had prevent all of it...

-Flashback-

Matt and I were having a brake in the common room, him playing with his game boy and me just watching around. I noted a boy that I had once hit for stealing my books, another that I had helped with some easy exercises...And a boy I had sent to the nursery for a really long time. Broken leg. He had tried to get in my bedroom and steal whatever I had in, but I caught him and...well, let's say he didn't have a good time.

"Why do you always get those weird glares...?" Matt asked me, still concentrated to his game.

"I'm not popular" I said and scanned the room once more. That boy was staring at me. I frowned. What did he want now?

"I can see that..." Matt commented and his eyes flew to the boy with a curious expression. "Hey, that boy on the corner...Do you know him?" he asked.

I wanted to tell him, but...

"No". I had to protect him from getting in trouble. It was the first mistake to be done, as it proved later on...

"Oh..." he just said but his brows arched. A twisted expression appeared on his face and he was gaming again. That confused me, but I didn't say anything. I would explain this sometime...

But I didn't have the time. After an hour I left the common room to pay a quick visit to the toilet. When I got back both Matt and that boy weren't there.

"Shit..." I hissed and stormed out again. I run to the central hall, to the corridors that linked the many champers of Wammy's, to the bathrooms (and they were four of them), I even checked the attic. They were nowhere to be found.

"Shit, Matt where are you?" I coursed under my breath and pressed my face to the closest cool wall, trying to catch my breath. That wall saved Matt. I could hear his voice pleading behind that wall, and something like smacking coming out. I quickly opened the first door I met and saw them: that boy standing above Matt, and Matt on the floor. The boy tore his eyes from his victim and glared me with a happy smile.

"So, you've finally made it here..."

-end of flashback-

"Why are you doing this?" I asked and gritted my teeth.

"Oh, c'mon, isn't it obvious? God and they say you're smart." he mocked me and managed another kick on Matt's sides. He groaned in pain.

I was pacing before my mind could record the move.

"A-a-a...We don't want to injure the poor boy, now, do we?" his finger, pointing Matt stopped me. Damn...

I froze. Of course I didn't want that psycho to injure my friend. But I had to save him. How? 'Think, Mello, think! Use that brains of yours!'

"So...you asked why I'm doing this." he casually said and knelt next to Matt on the floor. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head up. Matt yelped and tightly closed his eyes to prevent the tears from rolling out. "It's so simple, Mello...I just wanted to show you what it feels to be in pain. It's like this." His fist connected with Matt's jaw and he gasped. "...like this" he kicked Matt's stomach and he screamed. "Like this." he punched his face and Matt screamed. He was hurting him...Damn!

I saw red. In an instant I was above him. I smacked his hand off Matt's hair and threw him on the floor.

His eyes grew wide with surprise as his head hit the floor with a loud thud."W-what are you doing?" he whispered in fear.

"Showing you what happens to whoever touches Matt." I hissed through my teeth and send him flying with a fist to his groin. He yelled but I was long gone. I just wanted to save Matt, not kill the boy.

I'd find time for that later...

"Matt...Matt, can you hear me?" I whispered and touched my friend's face lightly. He opened a pair of watery eyes and he forced a smile. My heart ached to his sight. He reminded me of my mother.

"Y-yeah...fine..." he gasped and gasped again, once more as I tried to lift him from the floor.

"Hold on, I'm taking' you to the nurse's "I lulled him and support him, throwing his arms over my shoulders. "You're going to be fine." I told him and he husked. Maybe he didn't actually have the strength to talk.

"Mello..." he whispered while I was drugging him down the corridor to the nursery.

"Shh, it's ok, we're close now."

"Mello stop..." he muttered and I turned to face him. He instantly pushed me on the wall and he knelt down holding his stomach. He threw up repeatedly. I held him in order not to fall, but both he and I were trembling.

"Are you ok?" I asked and helped him up once more. Silly question, of course he wasn't ok.

He nodded...Eyes shut he held my hand and, legs shaking, he stood up. "Ok...I'm ok..."

The way to the nursery was long; I thought he was too injured to even move. But in the end he was able to make it to a bed, and I immediately called the nurse. Said woman came spinning on her heels and gave me the usual "Leave me alone with the patient" look. I was too worried for Matt not to comply...

I had no actual reason for my being so aggressive or so protective, or so anxious around Matt. The thing was that I was anxious about Matt. God, I had only left him alone for ten minutes or so and look what happened! That freak (oh, he was going to pay for that) beat the shit out of him! No wonder the aim was me, but...Matt was the one who was hurt, mainly because of me, partially because of his misfortune to be my friend. And I couldn't protect him! I just had to protect him, but-but-but...

'Agh, no way...How could I have possibly known that this boy aimed for Matt to make me suffer?' But, on the other hand, that was a reason why I had no friends. Friends are a soft spot; your enemies know where to hit you. So, it seemed that Matt was my soft spot...Hmm...'Wait, suffer?' Why did I, to begin with? The answer would have to wait. I needed a clear mind to concentrate...

But, above all, I needed time to understand why I felt so scared when I saw him on the floor. The world seemed cold for a while as I thought he was-

"Stop. He's fine now." Yes, but I was the reason why he was hurt. No matter how much I thought about it, I would come to the same conclusion: it was my fault...

"He's ok now, you can see him, Mello!" the nurse told me happily and I stormed in the room without a moment hesitation.

"Wow, calm down..." a soft voice welcomed me. I turned my eyes to see Matt on a bed, and I shoved myself on him. He gasped.

"You're nuts, Matt! You're nuts!" I cried. "Why did you follow him, huh, why?"

"Take it easy, Mels...He just said he wanted to show me something...I'm fine now thanks to you..." he whispered and hugged me.

"No you silly, you're bitten because of me!" I screamed but hugged him back. It was too much to refuse him, anyway.

"Don't agree." he simply said and pulled away. He smiled and I could clearly see a purple bruise along his jaw line, and another one under his left eye. Ouch...that must had hurt...

"I'm sorry for that." I muttered and dragged my finger tips on the bruise under his eye. The skin felt hot and pulsating.

"You didn't hit me, he did, and I don't care about it so much anyway." he calmly stated and smiled this never-fading-away-smile of his.

"But that bo-"

"Mello listen to me! I know. He wanted to drag you along in order to hit you too. I know something has happened between the two of you and I won't ask you till you're ready to tell me yourself. Sure it was something crappy again, him saying something wrong and you hitting the roof, but it's fine." He looked at me with those brilliant emerald eyes and I could see how serious he was about it."You can't change what you are, Mels, and I don't want you to either. What you do is what you are and...Look, you're my friend and I like you for what you are! So, excuse me but I have no problem with it..."

That was a surprise. I felt Matt had red through the lines this time and knew exactly why I was so afraid and anxious. That part of our friendship usually belonged to me, so it was weird -but pleasant- to see Mat taking my place for once. He could understand me the same way I did...

"But this boy and I wer-" I tried to protest, even so half hearted.

"I know, Mello, but I really, really don't care! I mean, ok, he punched me a little and I can't say it didn't hurt, but...but.." He seemed out of words, but his eyes spoke much louder than his lips would ever do. I had thought many times in the past that his eyes were the most expressive thing on him, and I was proven right, there was only one more thing to ask after those words.

"If you knew, why did you go?"

He glared me with a hint of determination in his eyes and I felt my heart jumping in my chest. God, I loved his eyes...

"I knew you'd come." he told me and hugged me again.

It was crazy. And it was twisted. And it was real. He trusted me. And I knew he was right. I could have never left him alone, I would have searched for him even outside the building, I would have turned the whole world upside-down in order to save him. A punch more or one less was nothing compared to what I would have done for him.

It was clear for both of us that our lives were bonded together; it was proven more than once or twice along the years we knew each other. It was inevitable that one day this would come, finding the real meaning of our friendship. Our choices made us who we were, and mine led me to find the only person I would ever truly...love.

"Oh, no..."

I had no alibi for dragging Matt along this brute life of mine, but I did. I had no reason to let him be my friend, because I knew it would hurt someday, would hurt us both. But now we were friends. And it was absolutely forbidden to me to even feel in order not to have a soft spot, 'cause I wanted to succeed in whatever I had in mind. And when you have something else in your mind apart from your goal, you usually fail. It was wrong from the start to befriend Matt. Everything was wrong...

The problem was that I always did the wrong thing.

Pfff, at last this one is over...^^. Well, would you mind to tell me how it was? I really want to know in order not to make mistakes in the other chapter I'm about to write! Please, R&R

Oh, I almost forgot again : Disclaimer- I don't own Death Note or the song "Alibi" by 30'' To Mars.

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