Chapter 8- Protection
A/N: Hey here's another chapter, umm...yeah this one has some sort of yaoi-like things inside...and by the way, it's the longest, and preferrably my favorite chapter SO FAR. So here yah go! ENJOY!
Not seeing Mello throughout the years had been the lowlight of Matt's life, and he could never forget the boy, no matter how much pain it caused him not to.
Matt cried, since the time he left the orphanage, until the time his adoptive parents were killed. He cried until the pain numbed and he could no longer take the weak feeling. He was tortured by it until thoughts of his own death seeded in his mind, which soon sprouted into thoughts of suicide. Matt was never one to speak up, and as if being bullied wasn't bad enough, he was forced to cope without Mello as well. But it seemed as though karma did an illegal u-turn and taken a detour, which led him straight back to Mello, ten years later.
"Matt! Phone! Hurry up!" an irritated man yelled, holding the phone as far away from him as possible, as if holding a tube of some sort of contagious virus.
Matt ran out into the messy livingroom, grabbing the phnone on the way to the kitchen. Who would be calling nine-thirty at night?
"Hello?" the redhead asked quietly, curious of who was on the other end of the line.
"Matty! Heard yah moved...Well great news! We're in L.A. too..." came a slimy reply, the other boy slithering his words in like a snake. Matt recognized it instantly. It was Tony, a dirty, badass bully who had about five other boys that had previously been in juvenile prison, including himself.
How did they track me down!
"You remember us, don't you? It wasn't too long ago since we seen each other last..." his voice sounded raspy and snakelike.
He froze in fear, eyes wide behind his goggles, blood rushing from his face. Matt was perilized in dreaded horror. This Tony boy, he was dangerous. He was sent to a juvenile detention hall for arsen, and harrassment, while the other five were sent to a one year sentence in prison. Matt was always his most, preffered, victim, since he never once had fought back. To anyone.
"I knew you would remember. Anyways, why don't you come play with us in the park? Ten minutes. You better show up, or else!" he threatened.
Matt stood up. He didn't have a choice. If they had been able to get his phone number, it wouldn't be hard for them to figure out where he lived. Friday night. When everyone is either partying, or relaxing. What a great night to light someone's house on fire unnoticed.
Matt sighed and headed to the door.
"Matt! Where yah goin'?" the round, sweaty, smelly, hairy man called from the other room.
"Out." he replied bluntly.
"Kay. Be back by Sunday at least! Geesh, kids these days, always partying night after night."
The sharp autumn wind snapped back his firey hair, chilling his pale cheeks, as he walked down the lonely, dark sidewalk. He knew what park Tony meant. He passed it on his way home from school. He looked around before continuing into the abandoned playground.
Tony wasn't gonna beat me up, was he? Well, why would he tell me to come if it was for somethin else?
He saw the dark silhouettes of the crew members, and they must've seen him too, because they all stood up, and made their way closer to him.
Matt suddenly felt watched. He turned around, but all there was was a bush twenty feet away, and a streetlight, but nobody was watching him from behind. He ignored it and turned to face all six boys, the tallest, oldest and strongest, of them, orange hair, with red freckles adorning every inch of his face, was Tony.
"This way." he said in a low, slimy, voice, turning around and walking towards the other street. Matt followed in silence though he kept feeling watched, turning around every couple minutes to catch someone jump behind a nearby bush, or hide quickly behind a post or tree, and he wished Mello were there to pull him away from the danger, both leaving unharmed.
They all soon reached alley, dark as dark could get, only a bit of light cascading halfway down the blackness from the street.
"It's been too long, Matty." Tony smiled evily, Matt wincing at the way his nickname sounded coming from Tony. "You know, it's been pretty boring, having people fight back, but not with you. No, you just stand there and take it."
He put on a sinister smirk as he circled the shaky boy.
As soon as he realized what was happening, panic flew into the redhead, an immediate urge to run took over him, but his attmept to escape made Tony mad, and he tackled Matt heavily to the cold pavement. Matt opened his eyes to Tony, straddling his hips, aiming his fist at Matt's jaw. Biting his cheek from the hit, he tasted salty blood drip onto his tongue.
"You think you can get away from me, you gay, little bastard!" he screamed in Matt's face, connecting his fist to his sensitive skin, his ring grazing his cheekbone roughly, drawing blood.
Matt's hips started to hurt under Tony's heavy weight, and he moaned in pain.
"Back off!" came a strong defensive voice from the end of the alley.
"Mello!" Matt turned in amazement and fear, to see a blonde teenage boy dressed in black leather, a rosary around his neck.
"Who the fuck are you!" Tony demanded in outrage and confusion.
"Get the hell off Matt!" Mello ordered fiercly. Tony smirked viciousley.
"Why? Does it bother you when he gets hurt?" With that he threw another aggressive hit to Matt's chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Tony was thrown off of Matt, onto the cold pavement beside him, Mello wrestling him to the ground. Two crew members pulled Mello off, flailing in their arms. Tony pounced on him, knees on either side of Mello, another boy holding his arms above his head, giving more access to Tony's hits. He repeatedly slapped, scratched, and punched anywhere he could hit viciously, Mello yelping in pain, Tony's face lightening up with each desperate moan, cry and choke the blonde let escape his lips.
Matt quickly scurried over to his friend desperately, hostile protection taking over his instincts, and managed to flexibly wedge himself between Mello and his attacker, protecting Mello from each hit.
"Why did you come Mello?" Matt grunted angrily, but quietly, almost to himself, so hushed that even Mello couldn't hear, though the two were only an inch or two apart. The closeness made all Matt's pain go away, and he wondered why he felt like that...
Mello looked as if someone had just rejected him, (nobody ever rejected Mello, he rejected them) when he saw Matt hover over him and protected him from Tony.
Why did he do that? He could've ran! He should've escaped, not endangered himself again! Not for me!
Matt got tired of the same scratching and punching, he twisted himself around to face Tony, and for the very first time in his life since he was little against the man who tried to drown him, fought back. He clenched his hand in a tight fist and striked against the side of his jaw, knocking him backwards.
Mello pulled Matt to his feet, taking his hand and dragging him behind him forcefully, taking advantage of the few seconds Matt had stalled for them to escape before Tony recovered.
Tony was at Matt's heels in seconds, raging after them both with adrenaline and speed.
"M-Mello! Where do we go?" Matt huffed at Mello's side. Mello, still holding Matt's hand, turned a sharp corner, and expertly moved his wrist to keep Matt stable, so he wouldn't lose traction and slip while turning.
"We-we'll go to my house," he puffed, slowing down, out of breath. "We should be sa...safe there."
Tony reached out, grasping Matt's free wrist, twisting him around, and a few seconds later, the two were on the ground, Mello sprawled out on Matt's chest, trying perilously to catch his breath, still holding Matt's hand. Tony looked down, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Matt didn't push Mello off him. He could feel Mello's heartbeat pounding against his chest, the closeness made the bruises fade to nothing, the blood in his mouth taste sweet, not salty, and there was that feeling again. As if his heart stopped, dropped, and rolled- no, more like tumbled in his stomache. The feeling felt good, but he felt his face flush in a deep pink.
Mello screamed in pain, which brought Matt back to what was actually going on. Feeling the same bubble of anger and defensiveness weld up in his gut, Matt thrusted his knee up between Tony's legs as hard as he could, before watching him double over in extreme agony. Both got up and took off running again, Mello taking the lead once more.
They knew they had escaped when they could only hear their own footsteps. Mello stopped running, wheezing for air, Matt thought he was actually about to pass out. Once Mello caught his breath, he quickly released Matt's hand, wondering why Matt hadn't pulled away, but holding Matt's hand felt nice. It made him feel stronger, lighter, and at the same time making him feel overly protective of the redhead. They walked the rest of the way to Mello's house, both wondering the same thing.
Why did he do that?
"You can stay at my place tonight, if you want...I know my house isn't all that great, but...please?" It was more of a plea than an offer.
"Um...s-sure." Matt smiled meekly.
A/N: I had too much fun with this chapter. And since it was the last chapter written in my book, I'll have to go on the spot from now on, so it might suck more than the others. Anyways, I wonder what Matt was feeling when he got so close to Mello! :D Anyone wanna take a guess? Haha! So yeah, longest chapter yet, I think, but still, just wait for the next chapter, definately some good yaoi-like moments, and a whole lot of Matty and Mells time! 3 YAY!
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