A/N: I don't know if I'll ever write an actual ending to this, I may just update it forever

Music: Lost it All-Black Veil Brides

Motionless

~Mihael~

Draped over the arm of the flashy leather and zebra couch in the center of the base Mello stared blankly at the men in front of him. The month had worn on him far more than usual because there was no anticipation of seeing his red-head. Only the knowledge that this was life now, stretching on forever.

"Tell me again, how you managed to lose the biggest shipment of guns this year?" He said, voice dead.

The two men standing before him shifted uncomfortably, "The ship was docked in the wrong place, the cops got wind of what we were there to do and they got the cache, and Stephen." The man on the left answered and looked concerned for his life.

Ice in his tone Mello asked his final question, "And what is Stephen likely to tell them?"

This time the other man answered, "Stephen was new, he doesn't know much but he made your at home delivery, he'll tell 'em your address without a second thought."

Mello felt a ball of cold fury, Matt was in danger because of this. Mello would have to return to him because of this, he trusted no one else and for good reason it appeared.

"Get out." He snapped. One man hurried away the other paused, opening his mouth to speak.

Bang. Mello fired a warning shot before the man could make a sound. "I said get out." He whispered, gun pointed up and the man scurried away in terror.

Two hours later…

Standing at the door to what had been home a month ago Mello took a deep breath. Pain was ripping through him, he didn't know if he was prepared for the state Matt was no doubt in, for the hurt he had caused.

Having broken his promise to stay, Mello knew he had destroyed something in Matt, he only prayed it wasn't something too important. He finally knocked on the door, patience worn thin.

When there was no response he kicked in the locked door. Matt was sitting on the couch, motionless.

For a horrible moment Mello was certain he was dead, that he'd given up or worse that the police had come and shot him and left a trap for Mello. That thought was dispelled as Mello saw him clearly take a drag from a cigarette, still not moving other than to bring the cancer-stick to his lips.

"Matt?" He said, voice sounding small. Matt did not respond for a long moment, but eventually he turned a tiny bit, his goggles were not on. Dull green eyes met Mello's blue ones and Mello felt something in him crumble, he'd done this and it was bad.

Moving around the couch Mello knelt in front of Matt, it was clear that Matt hadn't moved from the spot in some time, cigarette butts littered around him and six empty cartons were on the table. "Jesus Matt, are you trying to smoke yourself to death?" He murmured. Matt said nothing.

Mello reached to touch him, uncertain. The room and the red-head smelled horrible, his hair was shiny with oil and he had clearly lost some weight, even though it had only been a month.

Mello's hands touched Matt's shoulder and finally the gamer spoke, "Mels." It was just that singular exhalation of his name but it felt like so much more to Mello. He lay his head in Matt's lap, "Mail, I'm so…I'm sorry." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Matt's waist and ignoring the way he smelled as he hugged him.

Matt touched his hair lightly, "S'alright Mel." His voice was dead. "I knew you'd come back, you forgot this." He held up the rosary, "There you go. Kept it safe for ya. You don't have to stay and talk to me or anythin'."

Mello started at Matt, it was clear he really believed that was the only reason Mello was there. He took the rosary, looked at it for a moment and flung it away. Standing he pulled Matt up with him. "The cops are coming." He shoved the red-head toward the door, "Go get on my bike Matt, please."

Mello went to Matt's bedroom and grabbed a bag, shoving the important things and some clothes in it for Matt. When he came back Matt was standing by the door and Mello had to grab him and pull him to the motorcycle. He handed the bag to Matt and made him get on the bike.

They took off, flying down streets as Mello flicked a switch and their apartment went up in flames.