Spending endless days in the same room, no food and barely anything to drink was not Matt's preferred way to spend his life. He did not like having to watch a screen all day, and was considering crashing the computer more and more each moment. He was irritated, starving, and most importantly he hadn't had a damned cigarette in who the hell knows how long!
All the days had seemed to fall away in this place, he couldn't keep track of where one ended and the other began with no windows there to help him keep track. It was maddening to say the least. The redhead had just closed his eyes in an attempt to push down his annoyance blaming withdraw for the unusual emotion before his head snapped up again.
Matt could have sworn he'd just heard shouting and yet when he looked at the computer screen focused on the main entrance nothing had changed. People were still just sitting on the couch not concerned about anything except the whores in their arms. Matt hoped not for the first time that each one had some kind of disease; it would serve those fuckers right to contract something.
Matt paused looking up at the door as the sound occurred again. It was the sound of someone who was obviously very unimpressed, followed by a scream of pain and the thump of someone crumpling onto the ground. Matt frowned his eyes narrowing at the door in a suspicious way wondering if someone had finally found out about him and was there to kill him off. He had definitely seen more than the other mafia members would ever want someone to know about so it would make sense. He just hoped they let him smoke while he died.
The gamer was confused at first when he saw a blonde blob standing in the doorway hands on leather clad hips but once Mello spoke there was nothing but a building fury.
"Hey, having fun?" The blonde's voice was amused by Matt shared none of that laughter, he was pissed, and he would damn sure let Mello know that. He'd been rotting in here for days and that's all the fucker could say!
Mello stood in the doorway looking at Matt surprise still making its way through him although he'd just seen him on the main screens. He leaned against the door frame not hearing his own words as he spoke them his mind caught in the amazement that for once his sister had been right. The blonde thought back to her words over the past few days always hinting that something were wrong and yet it wasn't until they were in the car earlier that day, heading to his parent's house, that she actually said something.
"Mello, Light called me again today." Mello was trying his hardest to ignore his sister, the last night spent with her had taken much of his patience and hearing about Light again was close to driving him insane.
He wondered when his sister would ever get the idea that he simply didn't give a fuck about the guy. He hated him actually, but of course he wouldn't even try to explain that one, she would think it impossible and start talking about how amazing he was. He would know…it's happened before.
"Ok, that's great Misa. Did he tell you how much he's going to miss you?" Mello was looking out the window wishing he could just block the bitch out, but she was his sibling after all and he felt a certain duty to listen to her. Well, most of the time he did, other times he just outright ignored her. This might just be one of those times…
"No, he did mention Matt again though. He said L found some kind of trace that he was kidnapped. Said there was someone in his house or some shit. Isn't that weird?" Misa looked at him as if someone being in Matt's house and both L and Light thinking someone went missing was as normal as talking about a missing shoe.
The blonde looked sharply at her testing to see rather she was lying or not. He felt a tightening in his chest and hated that it got to him so badly. He should just let it go and let L take care of it, the other boy had more responsibility over him than he himself did. Yeah, he should just let it go.
And he did, for a bit… He was sitting in the back of the family car that had been sent out to get them for a good hour before he figured he wasn't going to get rid of this feeling by just waiting. This constant nagging that ate at his mind and heart causing his chest to get waves of pain never letting up. There was only one way to get it to stop, he would have to find out for sure exactly what had happened.
Most people, Mello knew, would have called L first and got the trace to start off, the blonde in particular went to the only place he could get the information quickly and efficiently. With L he'd have to go the more legal way, and he'd have to sit there waiting. He wanted this over with quickly. Did he, or didn't he, get kidnapped and if so by who? Mello swore he would kill whatever fucker had done this if it turned out to be true.
When he'd first made his way through the mafia base he had been heading toward Rodd. He needed assistance and getting one of their best trackers would take some approval from the top guy, although he kind of ran it himself so he wasn't worried about it. That was, he was going there until he saw the screens out of the corner of his eye. He walked into the room where they kept most of the computer screens that watched around the place. He hadn't believed anything that he'd been told until that point.
Mello walked up behind his ex, careful to keep his footsteps silent. He wanted to make damn sure whenever he reached the fucker that he could see him freak the fuck out. He deserved it after doing this to his redhead. His? Hm, he'd have to think on that but later, right now he had a shithead to take care of.
He put his hands on the back of the chair leaning down close to his ear at this point not caring if the other guy noticed him his voice low and cold as he spoke.
"So you decided to do some kidnapping did you? You should have told me, it would have been more entertaining if I'd been in on the plan from the start. Well, for me maybe, you not so much." His ex practically jumped out of the chair at the sound of Mello's voice his tone seeming more animalistic than human.
He watched as the guy scrambled to get away from him mouth open as if to explain but nothing came out. Not that it mattered, he wouldn't have listened to any of it either way. All he wanted in that moment was for the bastard to lead him to the room and give him the key to unlock the redhead and he told him that too.
Blue eyes watched him as the guy scrambled to do just that trying really hard not to get shot, but his display of loyalty did nothing for him when it came down to it. He still guiltlessly shot him once he'd reached the door and got what he wanted, he still walked away from the bleeding man without an ounce of regret. He couldn't find it in him to care, usually he felt little remorse when he killed someone, pushed it away if he did, but this time he took pure pleasure in it. The guy had caused enough shit in his life over the past while, and now it was his turn to get revenge.
Mello opened the door having meant to go right over to Matt and get him out and yet he found himself rooted to that spot. He couldn't get any closer, not when he saw the anger that was flashed at him, not when he saw how hurt the boy was. The one he'd spent days angry at, swearing he'd kill, and now he wanted nothing more than to hand his gun over and let Matt take his shot at him. He would deserve it for letting him sit here obviously starved of everything.
He watched him leaning against the door frame more for support than anything but managed to look casual doing it even if he felt none of the strength he seemed to put on. Even as he spoke he felt empty, he felt horrid for one of the first times in his life. For once, he honestly felt bad and as if his heart were being rung out and torn apart.
Mello internally sighed his stubborn nature giving way. There was no more denial; he couldn't deny what was right in front of him anymore. After days without him, days in pain over thinking he'd been betrayed having him back brought a strong realization to him. He loved the boy, oh god how he loved him. If only it didn't appear right then as if Matt wanted nothing more than to yell…
"I hate you!"
well, that…