Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, its characters or any labels mentioned within. I also do not own nor claim rights to Tragic Magic by Falling in Reverse.
AN: So, I'm thinking of starting another multi-chap story, with BB. But who to pair him with? So, anyone that reads these, please feel free to let me know who (could be plural) you would like to see BB with or if you want a story like that at all. Thanks!
Mello's cell phone rang, who knows how many minutes later, much to Mello's chagrin. The sound caused Matt to jump, and Mello held him a bit tighter, shushing him as he picked up the phone.
So let's rewind
Back to the time
2005
I almost died
Mello hummed the ringtone quietly and flipped the phone open. "Yes?" he asked.
"Mello, where are you? Aren't you coming to school?" L's monotone asked and in the background, B cackled.
"Yes indeed, Mello Yellow can't let the little sheep get ahead of you. Oh wait, he is!" More cackling. Mello sighed.
"No, I'll be staying here today." Mello glanced down at the boy by his side to find eyelids fluttering and breathing slowing. "Matt isn't it a fit state to go to school today, and I'm going to stay with him," Mello whispered lest Matt still be awake.
"Ah. I see. Alright then, I'll see you when we return."
Mello blanched as the line clicked. L was never lenient on him… until he mentioned Matt. What the hell did L think was going on? Mello heaved a sigh and sat up, pulling Matt with him. Matt looked around groggily as Mello leaned down to unlace his boots. Matt's face turned questioning.
Mello sighed. "Take your shoes off, L's covering for us today. We don't have to go and personally I don't want to."
Matt thought about it, and in his sleep-dazed state it sounded like a good idea. Damn, a lot had happened this morning. He yawned hugely and reached down to tug off his boots. Once they were properly sprawled on the floor he fell back heavily and closed his eyes.
Mello chuckled and picked Matt's feet up, laying him across the bed with his head on a pillow. He then reached up and grasped the band of his goggles, pulling them off gently and laughing again when Matt sighed and turned to his side like a child. Mello crawled to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers, letting his eyes close as his head hit the pillow.
Fuck, Mello was tired. So much had happened in such a short time. He had met Matt, not seen Matt for two days, found out the third that he had been kicked out by his schizo/possibly abusive dad, gotten Matt to stay with him, cried his life story to Matt, found out that Matt had really run away, had intimate actions with Matt that didn't lead to sex (that one was just weird), held Matt in his sleep, found out that Matt was raped by an ex, kissed Matt and now was ditching school with Matt. Mello groaned. What was it about that begoggled, redheaded nerd that had Mello so wound?
'Fuck this, I'm not thinking about it. I'm sleeping,' he decided and was out in seconds.
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Matt opened his eyes to find himself nestled into soft silk sheets. Mello was on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly. Matt rolled onto his back and thought hard. Shit, this was a long week. Meeting Mello wasn't enough, no, and then he went through two days of abuse, learned about Mello's past and actually cared, ended up holding said blonde and then staying with him. Matt didn't remember much of last night after he had crashed, but he remembered dreaming horribly (as expected) then waking up to Mello's sleep ridden but intense eyes. He slightly remembered being pulled up the stairs and he remembered the hot flash of fear in his gut when Mello laid him on the bed, but Mello had… held him. How long had it been since he had yearned to be held?
'That's a stupid question. I've wanted to be held since my mom died,' Matt thought bitterly. 'Since my dad started raping me…' Matt's eyes went wide. Oh, shit. Mello knew about Alex. Matt shivered at the thought. Maybe it wasn't all bad… It gave Matt a reason to let his guard down around Mello. Not that he was having difficulty with that in the first place.
Mello had gotten L to let them stay home from school, and Matt didn't want to know how he achieved that, and Matt had promptly fallen asleep again. Matt glanced at the clock. And, it came as no surprise that it was almost eleven.
Mello was still asleep, so Matt quietly got out of bed and went to the door, stopping short when he saw the bookcase. Most of Mello's literature seemed to be old literature, good works and in German. Matt smirked and grabbed a copy of Edgar Allen Poe's works before leaving the room and closing the door with a soft click.
Making his way down the stairs, Matt found himself in the entrance once more and looked around, trying to find out which way the den was. Tilting his head to the side he chewed his lip and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Is there something you are looking for Master Matt? "A kindly voice asked from behind him and Matt jumped a foot. Matt whipped around to find Watari standing there with his mustache quivering slightly, as though retaining laughter. Matt couldn't bring himself to resent that fact.
"Yeah... Where's the den?" Matt asked.
"Right this way, sir." Watari began leading Matt to the den, where he saw pillows and blankets folded and put away.
"Thanks man. And could you call me Matt? Sir and all that makes me feel weird."
Watari smiled. "Hai, Matt. Call me if you need anything."
Matt found himself grinning slightly as he plopped down onto the couch and pulled his legs up to his chest. He hesitantly pulled a throw blanket around his shoulders before opening to the table of contents and scanning it.
Smiling, he turned to the page he was looking for and began reading aloud. "Once upon a Mitternacht graulich, da ich dachte, schwach und müde…"
Mello woke alone and looked around tiredly, feeling far more rested than he had in awhile. When he saw that Matt wasn't there he blinked and rose slowly, padding from his room and rubbing his eyes.
While descending the stairs, Mello saw Watari and wondered if the old man knew where Matt was.
"Hey, Watari, have you seen Matt?" Watari turned and nodded his affirmative.
"He should be in the den."
Mello trotted to the den to find Matt curled up on the corner of the loveseat, reading a book. Wait a minute, that was Mello's book. Mello stepped into the room and tried to see which book it was.
Matt heard Mello entering the room and looked around, catching sight of Mello. His blonde hair was mussed with sleep; his eyes were still slightly bleary and he was wearing an over sized black shirt and a pair of lounge pants. 'Too bad he wouldn't believe me if I told him how good he looks,' Matt thought sadly.
Mello looked over Matt's shoulder and focused in on the poem Matt was reading. 'Ah,' he thought. 'Die Glocken.'
"Sie sprechen Deutsch?" he asked casually.
"Ja. Warum?" Matt replied easily. Mello smirked.
"Nur frage. Das ist cool. Ich habe Hunger!" Mello shouted, holding his fist up like Superman and stomping to the kitchen. Matt laughed softly and went back to reading, only to be met with the book being torn from his hands. Matt looked up in confusion to see Mello holding the book and staring at him.
"You're hungry too, let's go!" he demanded. Matt shook his head, flushing when his stomach growled loudly. Mello's eyebrow shot to his hairline. "You don't go to other people's houses a lot do you?" Matt shook his head.
Mello sighed. 'Geez this guy needs to get out more.' Grabbing Matt's hand, he dragged the boy to his feet and pulled him to the kitchen.
"Okay, we have-"
"Honey Bunches of Oates!" Matt cried, pushing past Mello and grabbing the box, searching the cabinets for a bowl.
Mello quirked a brow and laughed. When Matt turned back (bowl full and in hand) Mello's face was a question mark. Matt smiled genuinely and laughed softly.
"When I was little, my mom and I would get up early on Saturday mornings and she would watch cartoons with me. This was her favorite cereal and it was what we ate."
Mello found himself smiling. Damn, Matt's smile was beautiful. Matt himself was contagious. No matter how he was acting, he rubbed off on you. Mello shook his head and grabbed a bowl, filling it with Cinnamon Toast Crunch and pouring milk in.
They both ambled their way back to the den and sat on the couch, turning on the television. Mello grabbed a remote and flipped through channels while Matt dug into his cereal, relishing the taste of the honey and granola.
"Evangelist, religious channel, PBS, Food Network, or movies?" Mello asked, disgusted with the only options on the television.
"Movies, I don't care which," Matt responded through a mouth full of cereal. Mello wrinkled his nose and put in a random disk, only half paying attention while he and Matt talked.
Several hours later both of their bowls were on the coffee table and they were reclined on the sofa, chatting about nothing in particular.
"So, I never figured out what kind of music you like," Matt commented.
"I like rock, classical, and maybe a little rap," Mello laughed, holding up his fingers at 'a little'. "What about you, what do you listen to?"
"I like rock, some screamo and hardcore stuff, and…" Matt trailed off and looked away, blushing.
"Come on, say it," Mello egged him on and the redhead turned, and then looked at the floor.
"You'll make fun of me." This statement didn't cause too much pause; Matt had gotten over wondering why he was comfortable yet self conscious around Mello.
"No I won't, promise!" Mello exclaimed, holding out his pinky. Matt giggled at the childish show and latched his pinky with Mello's.
"I like that electronica stuff…" Matt trailed off again, a light red hue dusting his cheeks.
Mello giggled quietly and was rewarded with a slap to the back of the head. He quickly amended, saying that he only laughed because Matt looked cute when he blushed. This only served to make Matt blush more.
"So, it that stuff any good?" Mello questioned. He'd heard of it, but he never listened to it.
"Hell yeah! If I had internet access I could show you!"
Mello pointed to his laptop with a slim finger. "Use my computer. It should be hibernating."
Matt gaped and stared with wide eyes. "You would let me use that? That beautiful computer?" he asked wonderstruck. Mello nodded slowly, a little struck that Matt was so excited. Matt jumped off the couch and ran to the computer, opening it and breaking through without Mello's pass code.
Mello arched a delicate brow at Matt. "How did you do that?"
Matt blushed upon realizing what he had done. "I uh… I have an affinity of sorts for technology and I know how to hack… I'm sorry." The hacker looked down sheepishly.
Mello's eyebrows shot into his hairline. "You're good with computers? Well… you could help me."
Matt looked up, astonished. He had expected to be reprimanded and have Mello take the computer, but Mello wanted… help? He tilted his head to the side and stared at the blonde. "Help you? With what?"
Mello decided to be blunt. "I don't know shit about computers-you could help me with projects." Matt nodded eagerly.
"Oh yeah, I'll help! I freaking love computers!" Matt shouted. He turned back to the computer and picked it up delicately and stepped back over to the couch and sat, placing the computer in his lap.
Mello jumped over the couch and stared as Matt began to pull up files and reorganize them, arranging, deleting and creating files faster than Mello had ever seen. Matt's fingers flew across the keyboard with speed and precision and Matt never looked to the keyboard. The tendons in the backs of his hands were defined and the veins in his arms stood out.
Then Matt pulled up the internet and got into a website. Heavy base music started to pour from the speaker, mixed with several electronic sounds that Mello couldn't describe. He found himself strangely drawn to it, liking the way it coursed through his body.
Matt smirked and pulled up several more tabs, logging into several gaming sites and those that weren't entirely legal. He was well known in the world of hacking, and very feared. No one dared to attempt hacking into Matt's systems or stealing his name.
So he thought.
Placing the laptop on the table and dashing away, he rooted through his bag and pulled out several flash drives. At this point it didn't matter which one, they were all loaded with his information.
Matt ignored the puzzled look on Mello's face and dropped to his knees before the computer, redirecting the files into this kid's system. Someone had tried using his name, and that was not acceptable. Plugging in his flash drive, he planted one of the viruses he created into the kid's files, corrupting them and embedding a message.
Matt pulled out quickly and watched as the kid's file, a copy RedPhantom, disappeared. In about one minute, the kid's system would corrupt and scramble, becoming encrypted with a One Time Key code. A message would appear on all the kid's computers: "You cannot catch the phantom."
Matt smirked and looked over at Mello, who was staring with awe. "You're RedPhantom?" he asked loudly.
Matt nodded and bit his lip. This might not be good…
"Dude! That is incredible! I could never get up to your level!"
Matt's jaw dropped. Mello was a hacker? Mello said he needed help in computers and he was a hacker? And he lived with L? This didn't make sense… But when he thought about it, the computer was good with files and codes. It was built for hacking. Matt knew L could hack; he had to for his occupation. But to let Mello hack?
"I don't do anything huge or massively illegal. I just go into servers for information or to see if I can do it. The question is, why do you hack?"
Matt blanched. He was a fucking genius; he should have seen this coming. He glanced around, anything to avoid Mello's gaze. Mello grabbed his chin and made goggle covered eyes meet blue. Mello pulled the goggles off and was shocked at what he saw.
Fear.
Matt was terrified of whatever it was that had gotten him into hacking. He released the red head's chin and met his eyes with a softer tone. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'll take it to the grave."
Matt didn't doubt Mello, but he was paranoid. He looked around for bugs, wires, anything that might leak the information. Mello grabbed his hand and pulled him up, taking him to his bedroom. Matt followed the blonde slowly.
Once the door was shut, Mello turned around and faced Matt, who looked up un-trustingly.
"L wouldn't bug my room."
Matt nodded. "You cannot ever breathe a word of this. No matter what happens, ever, nothing." Though his voice shook, Matt was determined and strong, unwavering. Mello nodded slowly and bit his lip.
Matt took a deep breath. "My father is Thomas Jeevas."
Cliffhanger? How will Mello react? Tune in next time!
"Once upon a Mitternacht graulich, da ich dachte, schwach und müde…"-Once upon a Midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary…
'Die Glocken.' – The Bells
"Sie sprechen Deutsch?" –You speak German?
Ja, warum? –Yes, why?
Nur frage. Das ist cool. Ich habe Hunger! –Just wondering. That's cool. I am hungry!