Walk Out of My Life
Summary: Mello's persistence begins to falter as more time passes, and Matt still won't admit his love in that universal phrase to Mello.
Bright and early the next morning, Matt set a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of Mello. The blonde, perking up at the delicious smell, raised his head from dabbling in the butter and smiled up at Matt. "Thanks, Matty. Yay, pancakes! My favorite."
"Mmhmm." The redhead mumbled. The pan still sizzling on the oven, Matt wearily padded back to turn it off. He racked the cupboards for a bowl and some cereal, then joined Mello at the table. Throughout his search, he listened to Mello chatter about yesterday's progress with recent casework, the Kira Case having been solved for months now.
Though his striped sleeves were too long, Matt sleepily rubbed his eyes, then, balling the fabric around his fists, stared at Mello across the table, his breakfast untouched before him. His face fell into his palm and a vacant smile graced lips as he watched his lover happily carve up his pancakes. Mello was too damn adorable.
But, the blonde, noticing the staring, self-consciously snapped, "What the fuck are you staring at?"
"You."
"I could figure that much out, but why?"
Matt glanced over Mello, and sitting with the dirty window behind him, just enough sunlight poured in to catch and cast a golden glow on his skin and hair. Although his piercing cerulean eyes were narrowed, Matt couldn't help but to grin widely.
"You're so damn beautiful."
Mello's features bent in annoyance, his forehead creasing and frown deepening, and Matt recoiled a little, not knowing what he'd said wrong. He hesitantly took a spoonful of cereal and placed it into his mouth.
Mello slammed his fork down on the table, and very coldly said, "Why the hell would you go and say that?"
"Be—because…?"
"No, you know what, Matt? I've been giving it a lot of consideration, and I don't think I can have a relationship with you anymore."
The redhead stared at Mello for a second, unbelievingly, then choked on the spoon and spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "Excuse me…what?"
"You heard me. It's over. I'm breaking up with you. I want you out. Out of my kitchen, out of my apartment, out of my life. That's it. Gone."
Matt lowered arm slowly, his mouth twisting up in an are-you-kidding-me? smirk.
"I mean it. I'm sick and tired of the fucking slob you are, tired of the emotional shit you put me through, and I just can't have you here anymore. You're a distraction to my work, because you're not doing anything to contribute to the investigation, which is the only reason why we're back together anyway. So, for all of that, I want you out! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? OUT!" Flushing furiously, Mello jabbed a finger in the direction of the door.
A comprehending smile spread across Matt's face, and his whole expression became brighter. Amusement shinning in his emerald eyes, he said, "You don't mean that."
"Of course I do!" Mello childishly stomped his feet on the ground.
"No, honey bunches of oats, you don't." Matt said calmly, scooting out of his chair. "Why? Because the only way to get rid of me is to bury me, dead in a ditch, somewhere." He took his empty bowl to the sink, then crossed back to Mello. "There's nothing else you could do that would make me want to up and walk out of your life." He bent down to kiss Mello's forehead. "So unless I die, you're stuck with me forever."
His cheeks flaring an adorable pink, Mello watched Matt retreat from the room, resisting the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. An opaque declaration of love, and as tender as it was, Mello still resolved for a true one. He'd continue trying.
But…wait.
BACK UP.
Did Matt seriously call him honey bunches of oats?
