Disclaimer: NO, Damnit, I don't own Matt or Mello. Or death Note. I don't even own a Death Note, Godamnit!
AN: still in Maine. Maniac still here, bored as hell. Not really, just in a fanfiction mood
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"Mello?"
Mello looked up from his seat, smiling at Matt. "Yepp?"
Oh crap. He was in a good mood, one of those rare moments where everything in the world had to be right.
Unless, of course, you were Matt.
"Umm..." He smiled hesitantly. "I just got news."
Mello rolled his eyes. "Oh Matt! Are you pregnant?" He looked up and down Matt, seeing that he wasn't going to have something thrown at him. "Who's the father?"
"No, Mello, I'm... not... pregnant. Thanks for asking." Matt sighed and took a seat next to Mello. "Mello, I'm..."
"What?" snapped Mello, whom appeared to have lost his patience. "What do you want?"
"Well the truth is..."
"Are you in love with me, Matt?" Mello elbowed Matt in the side. "Are ya? Huh?"
"No, Mello." Matt smiled sadly, he was not in the mood for joking. "This is definitely not something from your fantasies."
"Are you calling me gay?"
"No. Mello." Matt put his head in his hands. "I'm-" He stopped, stared at his comrade's face. "I'm leaving the orphanage."
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"Mello?"
"What the hell do you want?"
"This is MY room too, y'know?"
"Screw you." Mello's head was buried in the pillow, earphones leading out to an ipod or MP3 player of some sort.
"Mello? Why does it bother you so much?"
Why did it bother him? Perhaps, just perhaps, it was because Matt was abandoning Mello?
"It doesn't bother me." Mello's face was buried even more in his pillow, his word becoming fainter, almost to the point where they were not audible.
"Oh really?"
"No.."
"Then you don't mind me leaving?"
"Nope."
"Alright, then, I'll tell Roger that I accept being relocated to a new place."
Mello, despite all the things you could say about him, was not at all stupid. He realized immediately that Matt did not want to leave, and was just, in fact, forced to do so. "You know damn well I wouldn't care if you left me. I'm fine on my own. I never needed anyone but myself, and I can deal without you, Mail Jeevas."
Half of Mello's monologue was unheard, mainly because the pillow was blocking out his voice. "Mello? That made no sense whatsoever. I can't hear you..." Matt reached for the pillow under Mello's head, ripping it out from underneath him. Matt backed up, expecting a blow to his body, but Mello's head just hit the mattress.
"Huh?" Matt was rather surprised, Mello just lay there, face down, rather lifeless, still listening to music. Matt grabbed the back of Mello's head, his blonde hair pulled back and Matt saw a glimpse of Mello's face before a hand slapped his cheek and Matt hurtling onto the ground.
Mello fell off too, mostly because he was still attached to Matt. Both of their heads hit the ground with a thud, and Matt got up first and saw Mello on the ground, kneeling, his eyes covered by his hands. Matt figured Mello's eye had been stabbed out or something, immediately he pulled Mello up by his arm and yanked his hands away from his face.
Where those... tears? "Mello?" Matt was taken aback. "What?"
"Fuck you."
Matt felt something hard hit his nose, and toppled over and fell. His head hit the carpet, made a thud. Mello stood over him, rubbing the back of his head from where he was pulled to the ground. Mello kicked Matt's side, and Matt couldn't take it anymore.
Matt jumped to his feet. He rubbed his leg before he swung a fist right at Mello's face. Mello was not expecting this, but he ducked anyway. Matt ended up throwing himself off balance, and Mello pushed his side, to which Matt collapsed on the bed. Mello stood over him and seemed to be shouting.
"Fuck you Matt. You are a damn liar and you know it." Mello paused, attempting to wipe away the now drying tears on his face. "You promised you wouldn't abandon me. You mother fucking lied!" Mello swung a fist down at Matt, whom rolled out of the way and kicked Mello's side.
Mello fell to the ground, not expecting that, lay there wallowing in embarrassment from crying. Matt stood over him, looking like he was looking for a truce. Mello, of course, was too pissed at everyone to care.
"What are you talking about, Mello?" Matt's eyes looked down at him threw the goggles. "Huh?"
Mello rolled over and lay on his belly. "You are doing what my sister did. 'I'll be there, Miheal, don't you worry. I'll be there even though mom abandoned us, and dad abandoned her.' Ha ha, the little bitch mooched off of some guy and left me my own. I don't think I can take this from someone again." Mello stretched out his hands towards a dresser in front of him. "My dad abandoned my mum, my mum abandoned my sister, and she abandoned me. I always thought that you'd be the one I'd abandon, I never thought you'd abandon me."
"I'm not abandoning you, Mello."
"Fuck hell, Matt. This is always what happens. You haven't had this long a conversation with me in so long. Goddamnit Matt, you know it." Mello turned over and stared at Matt, whom looked as if he'd just been shot and didn't know how to die. Mello saw Matt extend a hand, to which Mello accepted.
"No, Mello. I will never abandon you. As long as you promise not to abandon me." Matt sighed, looking over Mello's head; he had begun to get taller than him.
This was hard for Mello to accept: he knew that Matt going to leave him. "No, Matt. You're leaving. That's that." Mello sighed, sat down on the bed. "Go away, I never want to see your face again."
Though Mello couldn't see it, Matt began crying through his goggles. "Alright. I'll leave."
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"Roger?"
Matt stepped gingerly into Roger's office, being careful not to intrude on any important business that he might have been working on.
"Yes, Matt?"
Roger looked over Matt, whom was hiding his face in shame, head held low. "About being relocated to a new orphanage..."
"Yes!" Roger smiled. "You wanted to leave, correct? Said Wammy's was too much for you? We have set up a new place for you to go to, if you desire."
"I don't want to leave!" Matt virtually began crying while Roger sat there trying to grasp hold of the situation.
"Matt." He looked down from his desk, dark eyes through spectacles watching the redhead. "You do not have to leave."
Matt immediately stopped. "I don't?" He asked inquisitively.
"No." Roger smiled, as Matt brightened up and immediately left the room. He was half way out the door when he swung around and said "Thank – you!" and continued to run up the stairs and tell Mello the good news.
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"Mello?"
Matt entered the room, looking for the blonde. "Mello?"
"Yes, Matt?" A voice standing right behind him answered immediately, Matt turned to see a tear-stained blonde boy eating chocolate. "I understand if you want to leave. I would want to get away from me, too."
Matt smiled and hugged his friend, who was now stunned and wanting Matt off of him. "Uhhmmm..."
"I'm not leaving!" Matt hugged Mello tighter, "I asked Roger if I could stay, he said yes!"
Mello hugged his friend back.