[Authors note: I haven't forgotten about this story. It ended up that I started this chapter and then ran into a complete block about what I wanted it to be about but it's finished. Don't think just because I'm updating other stories that I've forgotten. If I don't update it's because I'm looking for ideas that don't come from just sitting there. It sucks and it's hard but I promise that I'll update eventually. But anyway, here is chapter two of Whisper, Whisper so please, review and enjoy. I hope it lives up to the first one that you read.]

Quiet whispers

"Hiding behind that cigarette isn't going to stop any of my questions Matt." Mello sat with his legs crossed staring at the red head from the other side of the room. He noticed the other didn't respond quickly, instead taking another long drag from exhaling and staring into space. He had been doing that since they had come downstairs. Why hadn't the red head just told someone what was going on? Maybe they could have stopped the problem before it persisted. No, that wasn't like Matt. If anything he would figure out how to deal with it himself. For him to even think about telling Mello would mean that he was somewhere near the end of his rope. Mello rubbed his temples, he didn't need this stress coming home from work. He could live without it but not without his best friend. "What was the first thing you remember them...it...he...she, whatever said to you all those years ago. I know you remember, even now."

Matt glanced upward seemingly staring past the blond man before sighing, "I'd rather not talk about that right now Mello. Right now I just want to sit here and smoke and then smoke more and keep on smoking." Mello nodded watching the red head do just that for several more minutes with a frown on his face. He rolled his eyes, "They like you Mel, so it's not like they're working to get you out of my life. It's actually the opposite." Most of the mans shaking had come to an end at this point. "They tell me things like I'm not good enough for you. I should have worked harder to make myself smarter for you, I should try looking nicer and doing things when you come home from work." He shrugged, "I try to be on call when you need me but sometimes shit happens, you know." He watched Mello nod. "They can be so quiet that I can't understand them or they can be so loud I'm surprised no one else can hear them but me. The best way for me to deal is to completely zone out." He flashed the other a dark smile but Mello had no idea what he meant when he said zone out. "Usually they're their loudest when you're not home."

The blond tilted back in his chair unsure of what to say to the red head so he didn't for several more long moments. He cleared his throat thinking of the situation. "What are they saying right now Matty?" He asked blue eyes running over the other who took another long drag before shrugging with one shoulder. "So they're not saying anything anymore?" The red head shook his head staring into space. "Alright, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing just yet but I'm guessing I should be jumping for joy that they like me?" Again the other man shrugged without making a comment. His eyes seemed to be moving further and further away. "What is zoning out Matt?"

Finally the others eyes shifted towards the blond and remained there. "Zoning out?" He repeated before frowning slightly. "I can show you but I can't show you."

Mello nodded watching the other. "If you're going to show me then do it. Does it make the voices stop?"

Matt flashed the other another smile, "It makes everything stop. I don't know what happens when I zone out but I've managed to wake up in some really interesting places." He started another cigarette staring into the kitchen where his gameboy was hidden in one of the many cabinets. He wondered if Mello would go get it for him if he asked. No, that would be leaving him alone for too long. Mello was already weary of him. He deserved it though, the other should be very weary of him at this point.

Mello stared at the other for several seconds before opening his mouth but nothing came out. Instead he opted for blinking and shaking his head, blond hair whipping his face heavily. "What the hell do you mean you've woken up in some interesting places?" He questioned already feeling like he didn't like where this conversation was headed. "Tell me about some of the places you've woken up."

'Yeah Matty, tell him about all the wonderful places you've been. The people you've met and the things that you've done. I'm sure Mello will be SO understanding about it all. He won't get mad at all. When was Mello ever known to have a temper when you've managed to keep something from him. Are you completely sure that you want to pop this all out on him at once. He already thinks you're insane. Yes, add fuel to the fire. He had enough problems without you making more of them'

'I can't just not answer his questions. He's asking them and I have to-'

'Wrong. You've managed to keep everything to yourself this far and now suddenly here you go having diarrhea of the mouth. Do you think it will get better if Mello knows everything? It won't. It never gets better. It won't get better. I promise you that much. Have I ever told you wrong?'

'No. But Mello will understand. We're friends and-'

'Mello understands what he wants to understand. He's a grown man that comes up with his own conclusions about everything. He was ranked second while you were an undeserving third. You can't out think him so just shut up. Mello's already walked out on you once. You were meant to be left behind and the only reason he hasn't left this time is because he's fucking you and you've managed to get tied into his world. Sit quiet and look pretty. It's all you're good at.'

Mello leaned forward, "Matt, what the fuck are you doing?" Blue eyes had narrowed as if attempting to discern everything he was thinking from his movements. "You just suddenly stopped talking. That's weird for even you, you don't get lost in thought."

Matt shrugged shifting awkwardly in his chair attempting to keep everything normal. "Sorry. You know weird places. Go to sleep in front of the game and wake up in bed."

'You're an idiot.'

Mello frowned, "I see. Do you think I'm stupid?" He asked seriously slowly dripping into one of his many moods. Mello didn't feel anything by half; he was always dominating and always volcanic.

Matt shook his head slowly, "Of course not. Why would I think you were stupid Mello." He mumbled gently sliding his chair backwards hoping to create just enough space that if the other decided to swing it wouldn't connect. "I just don't think this is the best time to talk about this. I'm tired and…"

"And?" Mello hissed his gloved fist clenching several times. "Do I look like I care if you're tired?" He watched the other shake his head. "Don't play me for stupid Matt, I know you better than anyone or at least I thought I did. It's pissing me off that you've been keeping this secret and at the same time you've told me but have the nerve to try and keep something else from me. I'll ask again, where the fuck have you woken up. Lie to me and I'll lay your ass out and think about the potential hurt to your brain later."

'I told you to shut your mouth, now he's mad. Good for you, he's giving you the attention you wanted.'

"I didn't want attention." Matt mumbled shaking his head.

"Come again?" Mello leaned forward his expression suddenly bored. "Either you tell me now or I drag you to Wammy's where we can have a lovely tea filled sit down with Roger."

Matt glared, "You wouldn't dare."

The blond grinned clearly finding humor now, "Oh what's that? Have I finally gotten though that fog of a mind you have? Try me Mail, I'm done playing this game. Either we talk about it or I drag you to the one person you've spent your life hiding from. Don't think I can't drag you kicking and screaming because I've done worse."

'Let me handle it.'

'No. It doesn't matter what you do at this point.'

'Let me handle this.'

Matt's face set into a glower which could even been seen though his goggles and fringe. "Mello."

"Matt. I hate games, we're not kids anymore. I'm not playing this shit with you. Go get in the car."

'Let me fucking handle it you incompetent-'

Matt stood completely ignoring Mello as he made his way back up the stairs rubbing his temples heavily as if he had a headache.

Mello nearly growled as he followed the other taking the steps two at a time before rounding the corner and nearly bumping Matt who was holding his car keys. He looked slightly shocked before taking them then staring from Matt to the keys.

"So you want to go instead of talking to me?" He questioned watching the others hunched walk before frowning. Something was off suddenly.

He shrugged, "you were taking me anyway."

"True. Let's get going."

Mello couldn't see the slight smirk playing on the others lips as he headed down the stairs zipping his jacket up. "Let's, it's been a while since I've last spoken to Roger."

[Ending note: So...here it is please read, review and enjoy.]