A/N: I'd like to start by saying that when I saw my latest reviews, it was kinda cereal that one of my favorite authors on here is reading mine. lol.

Ok, no I do not have MicrosoftWord or anything... I am stuck with WordPad which no matter how many times I look around, there is no spell check. Now the mentioned LibreOffice that I was told was offered through the site… I apologize that I haven't found it but I will keep looking. Unfortunately I am new here and I haven't figured out how to navigate my way through the site quite yet. For this chapter one of my friends in my cosplay group (our Naomi actually) proofread.. Hopefully it's better. 3

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Death Note... Sadly…

Warnings: Language. Alcohol use.

Chapter 7: Revelations

Matt returned to the living room with a freshly open beer in hand and his eyes were immediately on Mello. He was dancing alone. He didn't have any time to wonder why that was, because at that moment, Mello turned to give him the greatest view ever. His back was to Matt and he was moving his hips in a hypnotic manner. He bit his lip as he watched Mello run his hands down his body, then back up and through his hair. Oh how he longed to hold onto those silky strands in a moment of passion. He could just see the blonde's hair move has he bobbed his head and- Wait. What the fuck! Matt's eyes widened as he realized where his thoughts were going. He was going to kill BB for putting such ideas in his head! Man, he really did need to go stay at BB's tonight before he continued lusting after his best friend.

Speaking of BB, he wondered where he was and his eyes scanned the rest of the area. He noticed that Matsuda and Sayu were now gone. He frowned. Raito was staying? What about Naomi? He then saw Naomi standing in a corner with BB leaning on his left arm against the wall, effectively captivating her, but making sure she wouldn't feel trapped. Bastard. So much for getting laid tonight. Maybe so much for getting laid ever. It those two hit it off he'd actually have to get out and try to meet someone. Damn it to hell. But as he watched Naomi smile at BB and run her hand up his chest, he couldn't help but be happy for his now ex -lover.

"Do I need to castrate him?" A familiarly deep voice spoke from behind him. Matt was acutely aware of how close Mello currently was. He remembered the way Mello had touched him on the ride home and opted to pull out a cigarette and hope to diminish the impure thoughts.

"Naw, he's a good guy." He finally spoke, noting Mello's protectiveness, but no jealousy. "I figured that's who he was after. Considering that you and Naomi are the only differences in the past few months." They stood in silence and Matt noticed Raito and L dancing. Er… kinda. L was currently unbuttoning Raito's shirt and was trying to touch and lick every bit of skin he could get to. Matt longed to have someone doing that to him at the moment. He sighed deeply. Mello noticed and shook his head.

"Disgusting display of affection." He laughed Matt joining in. "You wanna get a drink and talk? We haven't had much time to really do that." Matt was about to say he had a drink, but when he lifted it, he realized in his desperation to stop thinking it was almost gone. He frowned and turned back to Mello with a shrug.

"Sure. I guess this one didn't last long." Mello smirked at his drunken best friend and gestured for him to follow him. He pulled out a chair for Matt to sit down, which he almost missed. "Don't move the chair asshole!" Mello laughed.

"I didn't move it. I'm innocent this time."

"Suuuure..." Matt drawled unbelieving. Mello innocent? Right. He hadn't had that much to drink.. Had he? He was trying to count it all when a shot glass was placed in front of him. He looked down and then at the blonde who had his chair turned to they were facing holding up his own shot glass. Matt reached down and raised his to Mello's before they both threw their heads back and slammed the now empty glasses to the table. "Rum? Are you trying to get me fucked up?"

"Maybe. You're more honest that way." Mello was smirking again. Fuck. All Matt could do was think indecent thoughts about that devilish smirk. This was a bad idea. Maybe he had drank too much.. At least to have a conversation with his best friend who insisted on wearing skin tight leather pants and shed his vest. He forced his eyes away from the bare chest to find Mello's eyes staring at him with a hesitant look on his face. Last time he got that look was... Wait… NO!

"You're leaving again aren't you?" Matt was suddenly beyond pissed off. Mello averted his eyes and busied himself with pouring more shots. He offered one to Matt who slapped it out of his hand causing it to fall to the floor with a crash. Mello stared blankly into Matt's infuriated gaze. His eyes. Those soul piercing blue eyes betrayed his mask of indifference. He could never hide his emotions from Matt. He could read him just as well as Mello read Matt. Anger at the slap of hands. Annoyance at Matt's own anger. Regret. Uncertainty. The first two, Matt expected to see. The second two he couldn't explain.

"Is everything ok?" BB had come to inspect the noise of glass breaking he and Naomi had heard. Matt stood and grabbed the bottle of rum, suddenly the idea of getting totally wasted wasn't so bad. He turned to the couple.

"Everything's fucking perfect. Mello was just reassuring me on how reliable he is." With that he walked away to the living room. BB and Naomi turned to see the stoic looking Mello who was pulling the bottle of tequila to him. BB grabbed Matt's vacated chair and sat down glaring at the seemingly uncaring blonde.

"What the fuck do you want?" Mello snapped.

"I take it you're leaving then?" He asked bitterly. Mello shrugged.

"Was thinking about it. Naomi wants to stay but there's nothing here for me. Just gotta finish up this case." He took a swig from his bottle before returning the icy glare.

"Nothing here for you? Are you fucking insane? What about your friends? A good job? Matt?" He was whispering harshly to make sure the mentioned gamer didn't hear this particular conversation.

"Matt's better off without me. I get people killed" He barely registered Naomi's gasp and continued before she could interrupt. "Matt has his own place with a reliable roommate. He has a good job. Friends who are there for him. He doesn't need me." His voice choked on the last sentence. Hell. BB's anger only magnified. He wanted to smack some sense into the idiot.

"Just for arguments sake, we'll say you're right. Matt may be safer with you gone. But isn't that his choice? And have you ever thought that maybe Matt feels bad that L sticks around? You don't think he's noticed how L turned down Raito's offer to move in with him for Matt's sake? Do you not see how much he missed you? You didn't see how he was these past few years. He was like this robot just living life. I mean I didn't really realize it until you walked back in. Matt was miserable compared to how happy he's been with you here. He does need you. He wants you, Mello. You're just too stubborn or stupid to see that." BB stood and walked towards the door shouting a good-bye to a highly intoxicated and oblivious redhead. Naomi studied Mello for a moment as he processed BB's angry words. She knelt in front of him and placed her right hand on his scared face.

"Beyond is right you know. Mello, open up your eyes. I've never seen you as happy as I have these past few months either. When we were in California, all you talked about or thought about was Matt and your promise to him. You need him just as much as he needs you. Think this through properly before you make any rash decisions." She kissed his other cheek before standing and following BB who had been waiting at the door.