The three of them were found sitting around the coffee table. Misa had cooked up a small fest of beef stir fry and mashed potato's with buttered rolls and ice tea. Matt was surprised how good it tasted. Light did not much care for the meal, or Misa for that matter. He sat starring at Matt, talking about the bigger purpose of his plans and the notebook. They had gone over the basics of the thing.
For instance, the books rules and guide lines. How it works and what to do and not to do. Writing a persons name in the notebook was how he was killing all the people; the most efficient way for no evidence. No wonder L couldn't figure this out. It was an impossible thing.
He had also explained that they had two Death Notes. One that belonged to Light, and another that belonged to Misa. They were both Kira. Light taking on as the leader of the operation. Matt was given one of the notebooks to see, his first thoughts were how absurd this whole fairy tale was. A notebook that can kill? Yeah, right.
But when the time came, Light had turned on the news. Matt was instructed to kill the convict the news station was interviewing. After forty five seconds, the guy had gone down. He was not getting back up. It was enough to convince him. Then he was shown the Shinigami that fallowed Misa and Light around. The whole thing made it hard to think of what was and was not real. What was next? The headless Horseman springing up out of the ground? Riiiiiiiiight.
"We wont be giving you the notebook, because we don't know if you can be trusted for sure." Light explained.
"If I weren't able to be trusted, why bring me here?" Matt looked through the book, flopping it onto the table. "That's a pretty risky thing of you to do, explaining all of this and bringing me here. Why do it if you think I can not be trusted?"
"Oh! Light, he outsmarted you!" Misa let the giggle escape her throat, standing when Light gave her a cold look. "Ill just go make some more tea…hehe…"
"Look, Matt, when it comes down to it, we need to be able to trust each other. This operation is very important for us to mold our new world. If L wins-"
"He wont. I know L. He has no clue what is going on. If he doesn't find out about the Death Note, he has no evidence. No evidence, no conviction."
"You know L?" Light frowned.
"Iv worked with him." Matt shrugged. Okay, kinda a lie. He had never really worked with him before now, and even now, he didn't really work with him. More like… stayed with him. Yup, that's it. "He has no idea what is going on in this case, believe me."
Light studied the red head, nodding once. "Do they expect you back anytime soon?"
"Tonight. Mello sent me out today, he'll expect me back." Where was he going with this?
He slid the notebook towards Matt, a smile on his face. "Write their names down. All the agents you know are on the case, and anyone who is helping in anyway." Matt froze.
He knew a few people on the case. He knew Mello's real name. But he couldn't kill them. That was something he was not willing to do. Not that.
"I don't know their real names. Everyone uses an alias. It's not something I can do." Good job, mate, you managed to lie you're ass off. Again! Matt pushed the voice to the farthest part of his mind. Not right now. "I'm sorry."
"We'll just have to keep in the shadows. The Death Notes will be yours to use whenever we are together, that way, we can keep them in one spot."
"Sounds good to me." Matt checked his watch, cursing. "I didn't realize it was so late. I really need to get back." Matt and Light stood, the two going to the door.
"We'll get back together tomorrow then. I don't think Misa will be here, so it will be easier to plan ahead without all the noise."
Mello waited in the room for Matt to return. Hell, was he even going to come back. L and Watari had given him the opportunity to talk to Matt, to reason to him. If Mello failed to do that, they would take matters into their own hands. He growled at the thought of Matt in solitary confinement, alone and bored in a twelve by six ft room.
He knew Matt was right about him never being able to put the job behind him. No matter what, the job would be first in his life. How fucked up is that? Mello shuffled across the room, turning off his phone and closing the blinds. He did not want to be interrupted when he talks to Matt. Not when it's about this. Their whole carriers were on the line. L and Watari had explained things very thoroughly. If Matt could not be talked to, they would have to go to plan B. He might not ever see Matt again if Watari and L relocated him.
On the other hand, he was furious. Matt was a problem, but L had brought in two others that would not have been Mello's first choice. Two agents that worked for Near. Since the two are coming down, so is the albino freak. Okay, so being albino isn't a big deal. In fact, Mello would like Matt even if he were like that, it was Nears way of living! He had a million stupid toys laying around, those ugly white PJ's he insisted on wearing. It was like someone who just got out of a hospital. So on top of the Kira case and Matt's stupidity, he had to worry about stupid Near. Why didn't things turn out in his favor?!
"Am I interrupting you're thinking time?" Matt strode in, smiling. He doesn't even think anything's wrong.
"Where were you today?" Mello asked casually, watching his read headed love walk to the bathroom.
"Oh, you know, finding out info on Light Yagami. Just like you told me to do." Matt shrugged out of his vest, throwing his goggles onto the bathroom counter. He walked back in to the room, sitting on the bed, trying to undo his boot shoe laces. "What were you doing all day."
"Don't try to lie to me, Matt!" Mello locked the door. He was not going to let Watari walk in and order him to be calm about his. "I saw you on the video feed, I saw you talking to Light and I saw you leave with him!"
Matt frowned, keeping his eyes on the task he had going. Shoe laces. Undo your show laces and do not look into his eyes.
"And then I find out that you dump your phone! What the fuck were you thinking!?" Mello had his hands on his hips, glaring down at Matt. "Are you that stupid?!"
"Don't yell at me. I have a head ache." Matt kicked out of his shoes, standing back up. "I can do whatever I want, you are not my father, nor are you my boss."
"Are you fucking him too?!" Mello's eyes widened as he took a step back. "That's why you got him out of the house, isn't it. That's why you were so late coming home!"
"Oh, stop it! You are so paranoid! I am not sleeping with Light, and I will never sleep with Light!"
"Then tell me what you were doing taking him out of that house, where you knew we would not see or hear you two." Mello's jaw was set, his eyes like daggers in the heart. "Tell me what the hell you were doing!"
"I can't." Matt looked away, thinking what to do next. Should he just leave? Or should he tell Mello everything?
"The hell you can't! Tell me what was so important, you had to go get him out of the house!"
"I told you, I can't. Just forget it and get back to your oh, so happy life as a detective. A detective that will always be below Near. Face it, you aren't fit to be L's successor!" Matt stormed to the door, only to get stopped by Mello grabbing his forearm. He was sure the hold would give him bruises. "Let go!"
"Don't walk away from me, Matt!" His words were lost as Matt struggled away from him. Mello did not know what happened, what he had done until he saw the after affects. Matt had his hand on his jaw, a thin line of blood running down his chin. His eyes were wider than Mello had ever seen.
"You hit me… You actually did it." Matt's busted lip quivered as he got back to his feet.
"Matty…" Mello's hand hurt. Bad. He wanted to get some ice and reason things out with Matt.
"Good for you, Kheel. Does it make you feel better knowing that you can do it?" Matt was at the lock again, ready to leave. Mello grabbed Matt, wheeling him around fast. He was not done with this. Matt looked at him with hallow eyes. Empty eyes.
Mello put his lips to Matt's mouth. He could taste the metallic liquid running from his lip. Matt didn't kiss back.
"Say you love me, Matty. Say that you still love me." Mello pleaded, hurrying to undo Matt's pants. "I'm going to prove that you still love me. I know that you want this."
"Stop it, Mello." The red head grabbed the blonds wrists, jerking away. Sex was so far off his list of things to do right now. Mello shook his head, pushing Matt onto the bed.
"I'm going to prove that you love me!" Mello straddled him, but Matt was a excellent fighter. He fought the whole way. Kicking and cursing. Mello couldn't get to him in time to do anything!
"Your wrong! I-I hate you! I hate everything about you, Mello!" He grunted, bringing up his knee, meeting it with Mello's stomach. "Let me go!"
"I love you, and I know you still love me, Matt." Mello had the button and sipper of Matt's pants undone. He just had to get him to stop struggling. "I will prove that you still want me. Not that stupid Light. What did you have him do, hm? This?" He kissed the hallow of Matt's throat.
Dear, God! He thinks I cheated on him with Light! Matt's thoughts raced through his head, thinking of what to say. Matt thrashed, kicking at Mello's body. His hands pushed the body away, only to get it thrown back. "Or did he do this?! Huh?!" Mello rolled him, forcing Matt to his stomach. Matt was at his whim. There was nothing he could do on his stomach. No way of defending himself. Mello quickly worked his pants, not bothering to take the leathers off. As long as the fly was open…
He jerked down Matt's clothes, grinding his hips. Matt bit down hard, not letting a sound come out. "Tell me Matty, tell me you still want this. Or is Light you're new toy?" Mello pinned Matt's wrists to the bed, the sheets tangled in his hands. "He must have been good, you aren't responding to me at all… yet." His thrust hurt. Badly. Matt bit his tongue, burying his face in the sheets. He would not let Mello know his feeling right now. He wanted Matt to say something; to react to this torture. But he would not.
The movement became urgent and painful. Nothing about this would be passionate. If anything, it would be another scar Matt carried. Mello finished sooner than they had ever thought possible, pulling out with a heavy sigh. "Matty." The one word hung in the air.
Matt said nothing, he got up and slumped to the bathroom. After locking the door, he turned on the shower, letting the sobs rack his body. He hated Mello, and he hated what he was. Matt wanted this all to end. Tomorrow he would make sure Mello never saw him again. He moved to the toilet, throwing up everything in his stomach. The smell of Mello and sex lingered on him; it was disgusting. He threw up until there was nothing but a dry heave. He reached behind the toilet, finding a plastic ziplock bag he had taped to the porcelain. A needle and vial in it.
He had told himself not to, he had kept away from it. But this is all that could possibly help right now. He did what he does best.
Matt let himself fall onto the tile and lay there until morning. He was good and high now. He was numb and could not feel the pain Mello had caused. He felt like shit more than he ever had in his life.
And there's nothing you can do about it… The voice said those damn words again.
