Dawn was gradually breaking over the peaceful town Matt and Mello were beginning to call home; the sun was slowly taking its trek upwards into the sky of orange and opaque yellow. Morning dew hung lazily from trees and grass, each droplet a fragile jewel that would dissipate to the touch, a dainty bird fluttered to its nest, settled in-between the branches of a medium oak tree just outside the couple's house and began to sing its cheerful morning melody.
The door of one of the many homes crashed open bringing loud noise with it causing the bird to splutter mid-song in shock and flee away high into the sky, a certain un-goggled man wearing an old striped top that had seen better days with a crop of red-hair and bluely-black smudges under his eyes shattered the peaceful silence.
"I mean, what are they even expecting us to bring?!" Matt exploded in frustration, his robin coloured bed-hair mused across his forehead, sticking up at the back, he trooped through their door bursting the picturesque bubble of the once still morning.
He was carrying a wriggly, whiny Kyle in one arm towards his body and pulling along a large suitcase with his other, it rolled bumpily behind him over their damp, well-kept lawn, he stopped in front of his car, dropped the suitcase to his side and began rubbing small circles in his son's back and hummed into his ear which began to sooth a frustrated Kyle tenderly.
Mello pulled a second suitcase over the door frame of their new home with a navy-blue backpack slung over his shoulder, his hair was pulled into a messy low ponytail and the marks etched under his eyes matched those of his partners.
"Yeah." Mello murmured, and after two messy attempts, locked the door behind him with a gentle click and trudged after Matt with the suitcase rolling behind him.
Matt turned, holding Kyle upwards so his cheek touched his own. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah."
"Are you a cock-sucking bitch?"
"Yeah."
Matt's lips twitched upwards as Mello reached the car, rummaged around in his pocket and opened the SUV with a click from his second set of keys, the blonde rubbed his eyes before turning to Matt and handing the keys to Matt for some reason in a daze.
"Wait, what?"
Mello was cut off by Kyle being pushed into his arms in return for the set of keys.
"Nothing babe, just get Kyle settled in his seat, I'll put the luggage in the trunk." Matt said, taking his orange goggles out of his own pocket and fixing them over his head before kissing Mello gently on the cheek and taking the backpack from his shoulder his hand leaving butterfly touches down Mello's arm and slinging the pack over his own shoulder prior pulling up the first of the two suitcases with the arm not holding the rucksack.
Mello held Kyle gently; his frustrated cries had turned into soft whimpers thanks to Matt's comforting, Mello brought him into a cradling position with one arm whilst opening the passenger door with the other, manoeuvring Kyle into one of three car seats Matt had insisted on buying, he began to secure his seatbelts as the infant began to drift in and out of sleep.
Over on the other side of the SUV, Matt was pulling the final suitcase into the trunk and slamming the door shut, the two had been called to England to a 'secret' location (eg. Wammy's House) to discuss a case that apparently Near had discovered was branched across the shared continents of his, L's and the duos.
It's fucking typical, Matt thought wearily, first case and we end up working with that homophobic asswipe.
Near had decided he wanted for the three teams to group together in one secure location and work on the case all together in the home base of the orphanage, and of course Rodger had immediately complied and contacted each member from their locations, to be perfectly honest Matt was certain the albino had just wanted to use the excuse to show off in front of L, remembering back to the days back when Wammy's was their permanent home he would never skip a beat to do just that.
Although, Matt considered with a smile, neither did Mello.
Besides, Matt hoped that Near was ready to deal with Kyle for a couple of weeks because of his arrogance, Matt's crooked smile broke out further on his face, for once welcoming a noisy outburst from his blue-eyed baby boy at 3am.
"Anyway, haven't they even heard of fucking Skype?" He grumbled to himself, reaching for the driver's side to be met with Mello's hand on top of his.
To be straight the man in front of him looked like, well, shit.
"I'll drive Mello." Matt smiled tiredly.
"No, it's fine." Mello replied, rubbing his eyes again.
"Mello, you look like a zombie from the hoards I spent yesterday killing."
"Love, it's fine."
"Get your ass in the backseat"
"No it-"
Matt put a finger over the other's mouth, opened the back door and pointed at it. Mello glanced at the back-seat and then Matt.
He knocked Matt's hand away gently and spoke. "Matt, I've killed as the head of a once mighty mafia empire and worked hundreds of worthless scum with nothing but my bare hands in worst states than this; I think I can handle a small drive to the airport."
Matt stared at the blonde man; trying to piece together the sentence Mello had just tried to string together.
The redhead coughed to cover a laugh before speaking. "Well as the great and mighty ex-mafia leader's partner, I am ordering you to ride in the back and get some sleep."
"Matt, I'm-"
Matt slipped into the driver's seat, closed the door and locked it from the button on the side before speedily sliding the seatbelt over his chest, locking it into place and raised his eyebrows at Mello through the glass of the car door causing the tuffs of red to appear just above his goggles.
Mello sighed and got into the back seat, dragging his own belt sloppily across his chest without another word. Matt moved the wind mirror slightly and smiled slyly in triumphant, he checked briefly on a now fully sleeping Kyle before turning the key in the ignition and letting the car roar to life, watching Mello lean to the side and place his head on the plastic next to the window.
He and Mello had decided more or less straight away they were not leaving Kyle in America without them, with a neighbour they had only known for barely a couple of months at that, and considering what happened last time he was left without them, they had room to be slightly paranoid about it, even if he was in the care of a mob leader's uterus at that point in time.
Matt left their driveway and took the car through the winding estate until he pulled into a junction to a round-about, he had no clue how the other's were going to react to them bringing their child along for the ride unannounced, but he sure as hell was looking forward to their reactions, besides, if they argued they didn't have the facilities for a child of Kyle's age he could always make Rodger re-buy most of Kyle's things once they reached the orphanage.
After one exhausting drive (on Matt's part) filled with Mello's gentle sleep-snorting, as Matt liked to call it in his head and occasional whinging from Kyle when he was awoke by infrequent speed-bumps, the family finally arrived at the airport.
Matt unbuckled Kyle's seatbelts ready for him to be lifted out and rested his head on the headrest of his seat, closing his eyes, the back of his goggles digging into the back of his head. Maybe it was time for the orange tinted glass to fit a more manageable frame after all these years, they were becoming more and more troublesome recently, or perhaps Matt could even get himself some contacts?
The young man's eyebrows knitted together, 6 months ago he would have murdered the man who parted him from his goggles and now he was contemplating getting rid of them?
Matt sat up straighter, shaking away that thought and unlocked his own belt, he turned around to shake a sleeping Mello awake, Mello's eye snapped open and he sat up straight, whacking his head on the glass of the door with a loud intake of breath, making Matt jump.
"Ready to go?" Matt asked cautiously.
"Go?" Mello blinked confused, automatically trying to run his hand through his hair, and failing because of the ponytail. "Go where?" He glanced out of the window. "Oh right, yeah."
"So... when does the flight set off?" Matt enquired.
"Time?" Mello laughed lowly, a devilish expression spreading over his features. "Who needs to worry about time when I got us that jet we forgot about last time we paid a visit."
"You actually went and got us a jet?"
"Bought. I tell you Matt, Near's miniscule helicopter ain't gonna have shit on our entrance this time."
Matt smirked.
3000 miles across the ocean in a large, stately office located in one of the few orphanage's around the world built for the specially gifted two men sat facing each other on either side of a desk, the older man, his grey hair slowly starting to fall out with each passing day, was frowning down at coffee splattered papers. The younger of the two, with a crop of wild coal-coloured hair, was sat with his knees to his chest, slowly stirring a very sugary cup of coffee in front of him, eyes glazed over with boredom as he stared out of one of two larger windows to their right.
The greying man's frown deepened as more coffee splattered over the side of the coffee cup and splashed onto another sheet, unbeknown to the cups owner, the old man sighed and gathered his scattered papers and then tucked them away in one of his many drawers, out of the liquids way.
He spoke from a grand leather chair. "Do you think this gathering was necessary L?"
The bare-footed man sat on a swivel chair in front of him, scuffed his toes together and contemplated the question before drawling the man an answer. "Rodger, Watari tells me you're an intelligent man" He gaze crossed the man's in front of him. "If coming here was unnecessary do you believe that I would have travelled all this way? That would just be illogical."
"Yes, I- er, guess so." Rodger coughed, looking down at his now intertwined fingers, twiddling his thumbs.
Awkward silence slit through the air like broken pieces of glass, although it didn't particularly bother L that much and his eyes glanced around the room again.
"So, how is your latest case going?" Rodger tried.
"Confidential information." L's attention drifted back to the open window.
"Ah, yes, of course." A second cough came from Rodger, covering his mouth with a wrinkling hand.
The silence to Rodger was deafening, the only sound being the tick-tock of the large grandfather clock on the left side of the room as time slowly dragged on.
This is going to be a long wait, Rodger moaned inwardly.
Without warning an ear-wrecking roar of rushing air ripped through the building's window and ricocheting down the outside walls, causing everything inside to tremble under the force, it like a massive tsunami of sound, outside the window a jet zoomed overhead towards a nearby stretch of field they used for such occasions as this.
"I see Matt and Mello-kun have arrived." The raven-haired man said, his attention turning to his drink before taking a gentle sip of his cup of hot sugar water with a drop of coffee.