MattMello
Silver Bullet
Chapter 10
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Matt walked into the living room, over to the stack of laptops. He picked the top one from his stack, which he had used just the other day.
The note was still attached to it.
'To Seidou Koinu
Please remember the 20th May.
43 Walton Way (the house with the red door)
You Know That I Love You
Deletion83
From Matt'
He waited for the computer to load up, reading over the note several times.
Seidou Koinu was his detective name. It meant something along the lines of Bronze Puppy…Actually, now that Matt thought about it, Seidou also meant something like 'Righteousness', or 'Path of Righteousness'…Maybe being third really wasn't so bad…
The 20th of May must have been the date he would send Mello the note each year, while 43 Walton Way must have been the address.
Matt didn't get what 'You Know That I Love You' meant, nor did he bother trying to figuring it out. He didn't have the time.
Deletion83? Maybe it was a password?
. Easy, it was an internet address.
From Matt. Obvious.
The red head typed in the internet address. The webpage turned black, filled by the words 'TRACKING THE DOT'. The O in DOT was replaced with a large red dot, which flashed every few seconds.
Matt clicked on the O, leading into the website.
Username-
Password-
Hmmm…
Matt typed in the spaces.
Username- Seidou Koinu
Password- Deletion83
The red head clicked enter.
Loading data…Loading data…
Thank you for signing in, Seidou Koinu!
A line of commands appeared at the side of the screen.
Track the Dot
Merchandise
Rate this Website
Comments
Contact Info
Terms and Conditions
FAQ
Membership
Matt moved the curser and clicked on the 'Track the Dot' link.
A large map of the world appeared on the webpage. A small blinking dot was flashing over a certain area.
Matt zoomed in on it.
According to the website, Mello was in a place called Kusagakure…It was a city about an hour and fifteen minutes drive away from Sunagakure.
He kept zooming in on the picture, switching it to satellite view. Matt memorised the look of the area and logged off of the website. He shut the computer down, putting it aside, and moved to the door leading to the garage.
He grabbed his tan jacket from the coat rack, slipping it on and zipping it up. Matt walked through the door, into the garage, putting the large door up. He hopped into his red car, pulling his car keys from the pocket of his tan jacket.
For a genius, Mello sure was an idiot.
-x-
Matt pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel, getting out of the vehicle.
The red head locked the car doors and entered the hotel. He walked up to the information desk, moving his goggles to his forehead. It was somehow always easier to get information out of people when he showed his eyes for some reason. Really he could never understand why, but he knew that that was one of the reasons Mello had gotten him his goggles in the first place.
Matt smiled softly at the women behind the counter, the light reflecting off of his dark blue eyes.
The raven haired lady stared into his eyes, completely stunned by the dark depths.
"Excuse me; I was wondering if a man by the name of Patti Brooks is staying at this hotel? Blond hair, chocolate bar, leather clothes, inferiority complex?"
The women, still staring into the red heads eyes, gave a soft nod.
Matt may not have been good with social skills, but his eyes must have been.
"Level 19, room 94."
Matt smiled softly at her once more.
"Thank you, Ma'am."
He then moved his goggles back over his eyes, snapping the women from her trance. Matt turned away from the information desk, moving over to the elevator. He pressed the button for the lift, and waited patiently for the contraption.
-x-
Knock knock knock.
Mello frowned at the door. He had been lying on the couch, thinking of how to solve another murder case. He just couldn't pin point who the most likely suspects were.
He hadn't been expecting a visitor.
Maybe that girl left something here.
…
Could it be Matt?
No way! Matt had no way of finding out his location!
The blond stood up and moved to the door, looking through the glass eye hole. For some reason he couldn't see a thing out of it, as if it had been covered.
Mello unlocked the door, opening it to see who it was.
His eyes widened when he saw none other than Mail Jeevas standing in the doorway.
The blond was silent. He went to close the door, but before he managed to shut it fully, the red head was pushing against it.
Dammit, how was Matt that skinny, and yet that strong?
"Dammit Mello, let me in!"
Mello gave a sigh, giving up. He let go of the door, taking a step back. The door swung open suddenly and Matt fell to the floor.
"Ow."
"Oh don't be a pussy. Now why are you here and how the hell did you find me, Mail?"
Matt stood up off the floor, fixing his goggles.
"I'm here to bring you home, Mello. And I put a tracking device on your Motorbike."
He wasn't going to say that the Crucifix was actually the tracking device, now was he?
Mello frowned slightly at him, and then gave a sigh.
"I'm not going home, Matt. Face it."
"Why?" Matt closed the door so people in the hall couldn't hear them. "Just because I said I don't have feelings for you?"
"No, because you said that I don't love you, you idiot."
Matt frowned and gave a sigh.
"But Mello, you don't…have feelings for me. I can even prove it!"
Mello blinked at him, and then gave a frown.
"Huh?"
"Okay, you eat a lot of chocolate, am I right Mihael?" Mello just gave him an unamused expression. "…Okay, anyway, chocolate contains phenylethylamine, which is a chemical your brain releases when you're in lo- when you have feelings for someone! Since you eat a lot of chocolate, you probably feel like you have feelings for me, but you don't! It is just because you eat a lot of chocolate!"
(A/N- *face palm*)
…Okay, that sounded smarter in his head…
Mello stared at him like he was insane, and then glared.
In one swift movement, he had Matt pinned against the door, snarling at him.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY DON'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU? I gave up my damn dignity and told you! I'm trying to get your memories back, and I will try any means possible, even admitting my feelings."
Matt blinked at him.
"…Can a Memory still be called a Memory if you cannot remember it?"
"One kiss."
Mello had a dead serious expression plastered on his countenance.
"Huh?"
"One kiss, Matt. One real kiss. If you don't remember anything, fine. I will accept your stupid chocolate love chemical notion and come home. But if you do remember something, then you have to admit that not only do I love you, but deep…deep…deep…very deep down you fucking love me as well. Deal?"
Matt blinked at him slowly, but gave a sigh.
"Fine, one kiss."
Mello put his hands up to Matt's goggles, pulling them from his head and chucking them uselessly to the side. He still had Matt pinned against the door.
"Good."
Mello pressed his lips to the red head's forcefully.
Matt really didn't get why the blond was like this. They had kissed before while acting as lovers and he hadn't remembered anything then. How would this be different?
The kiss was no longer forceful, and had become…Tender? Since when had Mihael Keehl been able to be Tender?
Mello bought a hand up to his chin, forcing the red head to open his mouth. He felt the blond's tongue inside of his mouth. He guessed that Mello wanted him to kiss back, so he did.
Both their tongues wrapped around each other. Mello's palms slipped to Matt's hands. He glided the red head's hands to his leather clad ass.
The kiss became more desperate. Matt tightened his grip on Mello's ass.
The blond's hands slipped to the hem of the red head's tan vest, tugging at the material. They parted lips for a few seconds as Matt let him remove the vest, along with the striped shirt underneath it.
Mello's lips moved to the red head's neck, nibbling on certain pleasure spots.
Matt's breathing hitched.
"Fuck, Mello~"
His hands glided up the blond's body to the zipper of his leather shirt. He drew it down and slipped the top off of Mello's shoulders.
The blond's mouth began teasing one of the red head's pink buds. Matt moved his hands to Mello's back, pulling their bodies closer together.
Fuck.
The blond's lips moved back up to meet Matt's mouth, kissing each other desperately with mouths, tongues, lips and teeth once more.
The red head suddenly felt a pair of hands at the hem of his pants, working on undoing his button and zipper.
Wait…SHIT!
Matt panicked and pushed the blond away from him. Mello stared at the red head as he was shoved away, finally realizing what the hell had just happened. Whoops.
Both of them were panting, staring at each other.
After a few seconds, Matt gave a cough.
"Well…I see what you mean…"
"Did you remember anything?"
The red head blinked his large, hypnotic, dark blue eyes softly, before shaking his head.
"Not a thing…Sorry Mello."
He hadn't.
"I guess I'm sorry. You know…" Mello scratched the back of his head. "I guess things got a bit out of control."
Matt just gave a nod, picking his striped shirt up off of the floor. He slipped the clothing back on, and then grabbed his goggles, fixing them over his eyes once more. Matt lastly put on his vest, making sure nothing had fallen from the large pockets.
The red head looked back over at Mello, who had slipped his own shirt back on and was zipping it up. Matt looked at the silver crucifix, and then straightened up.
"So, you're coming home?"
"A deal is a deal. You can go back now; I will be there in an hour. 'Kay?"
Matt nodded and opened the door.
"Okay then. See you at home."
"Yeah."
The red head exited the room, closing the door behind him.
He began walking down the hallway, on his way to the elevators.
Matt wasn't worried. If Mello said he would come home, then he would come home.
He gave a soft hum and stopped, looking down.
Looks like he would have to visit the closest bathroom before he went anywhere…
-x-
"Huh?" Light frowned slightly at the scene. "Why didn't he remember?"
Ryuk grinned wide.
"Because the love he had for the blond before didn't originate from sex! Blondie will have to be tenderer if he wishes to retrieve his memories. His current methods aren't going to get him anywhere!"
"Hey, Ryuk, what ya watchin'?"
"Yeah, what are ya watching, Ryuk?"
Two more Shinigami, whom Light had noticed for their gambling games, walked over to the viewing portal where Ryuk and Kira stood.
"Ah! Gukku, Deridovely! We're watching this human trying to get this other human to remember stuff from the past 5 years. It's a riot!"
Ryuk laughed loud.
Gukku looked into the portal.
"Nothing can stop a Shinigami's power!"
Light looked at the Shinigami.
"Misa Amane once told me, that a Shinigami can be killed by Love..."
Ryuk's grin widened, if that were even possible.
"Yes, as poor Rem found out the hard way. So to retrieve his memories, that blond," he pointed at one side of the portal which showed a picture of Mello, "has to make that red head," he pointed at the other side of the portal, which showed a picture of Matt getting into his red car, "fall in Love with him all over again!"
All three Shinigami laughed loud.
"It sounds like some sort of Sitcom!"
"Sounds interesting, why don't we place bets? If the blond can make the red head remember or not!"
"Yeah, that seems like fun! What do you reckon, Light?"
Light frowned at them, and then gave a serious expression.
"I reckon Mello will be able to make Mail remember."
All three Shinigami laughed.
"You're on, Light! What happens if we win?"
"What is it you want?"
Ryuk thought for a few seconds.
"You will have to spend the rest of eternity here with us, dying from heart attacks and other forms of death. How is that?"
Light nodded.
"And If I win, then no more deaths. You send me straight to the Nothingness."
Ryuk smiled wide.
"I thought you wanted to see the Shinigami King, Kira!"
Light looked back into the portal at the two detectives. There were dark rings around his eyes, which were even worse than L's had been.
"I just want to sleep…"
The Shinigami laughed at the boy's woe, all three of them putting one hand forward.
"It's a deal, then?"
Light put his hand forward as well.
"Yeah, it's a deal-"
Light quickly retracted his hand, grabbing onto his chest. Dammit. Another heart attack ripped through his body.
He fell to his knees and looked once more into the portal, staring at the two completely oblivious detectives.
Mihael Keehl. Mail Jeevas. Don't let me down…
Please…
-x-
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