Note : Sorry, the beginning of this chapter is maybe a bit plain, but I needed to explain some things. But I think you'll like the end, lemons are almost ripe !
September 1st, 2004 (They're 14)
A frenzy had taken Wammy's over. L was coming back and had a great news to announce. Summer vacations had been lengthened of a few days so everyone could prepare L's arrival. He had said he had a surprise so everyone was trying to guess and talked about it.
The black limo parked in front of the orphanage. All students were at the windows, trying to have a peek at L's arrival.
The black haired man got out of the car, followed by a chestnut haired man, tall and thin.
To everyone's astonishment, L took his hand. They walked inside of the building, disappearing from the children's sight.
A little later, everyone was gathered in the dining room. They'd been served drinks and pastries, and L entered, followed by the chestnut haired man.
"Hello everyone. First, I would like to introduce you my friend, Light Yagami. Before you ask any question, let me tell you what happened lately, this way you will probably know all you want to ask right now."
L seemed different. No one could put a finger on the change until he smiled genuinely to Light. They had never seen him smile.
"As some of you may have heard, the Kira case is solved. We found the murderer's corpse along with the note he used to kill people. This note has been destroyed, and so I was free to come back here. During the investigation, I had the chance to work with Light, and we became friends. As he is a genius like all of you, I offered him to go on with his studies here in England along with helping me in my work, and he accepted, so I hope you will welcome him warmly."
Light felt a bit uneasy as L lied about Kira being found dead, but he knew that was his only chance to live a normal life. They had rehearsed their story several times, even as L ended the case in Japan with the task force (the corpse was actually a man dead from overdose found in the streets, and Watari had arranged everything for the authorities to believe he was Kira, which was not difficult with L's extent of power) but still, each time L lied, Light felt his stomach swirl. It reminded him what he had done, and what he had almost done to his family. He regretted everything so dearly, and didn't even know how to thank L for what he'd done for him. L didn't wait for him to be perfect, actually he was the only one to know how much he wasn't, and yet he had accepted him as a friend anyway. It had been hard to leave his family, but he was sure it was the best way to start a new life. Away from the people that wanted him so perfect, away from his habits. And away from Misa who didn't even remember being the second Kira, but had continued assaulting him continuously, which he couldn't stand anymore. He would never love her. Yes, she was cute, but he'd never been attracted by her. She hopefully accepted to date Matsuda not long before he and L left for England, and this morning Matsuda had text messaged L to tell him that Misa had kissed him. Matsuda was such a dork !
October 5th, 2004
Marty was sat at the desk, in this office that reminded him so many sad events and still he couldn't bring himself to work anywhere else. He was occupying a place he despised, as he should not be the one to be here. Everyone working for the Mafia knew that death was at every corner, but it didn't mean no one cared when someone was killed. The sense of family was even more present in the Mafia that you had to work so close one from the other and trust people that could decide to kill you someday. Although sometimes, you could really trust someone, like Daniel Keehl had trusted Marty, like Marty trusted Taka. These were links that didn't waver, weren't bound to the ever present fear of being betrayed.
"The informer was wrong." Taka stated as he lifted his eyes from the laptop he was using, after hours of investigations. Marty massaged his temples, desperate.
"I wonder where that bastard has disappeared. Eight years... Eight fucking years ! And we still didn't put our hands on him. And not a fucking clue either !" he growled.
"What do you think they are doing now ?" Taka suddenly asked bluntly.
Marty gazed at him with so much pain in the eyes that Taka felt his eyes water.
"You're way too emotional for your job." he replied to the japanese man, standing up and walking to the window, absently staring outside. He didn't mean a single word of what he said, because he felt just the same.
They had buried Daniel the same day than Andy, whose body was found in an abandoned building the day after he died. But MacKenzie had vanished and eight years later, the Mafia still hadn't located him.
December 20th, 2004 (Mello is 15 and Matt almost)
Since the scholar year had begun and L had come back with Light, L had decided to stop the weekly ranking. He had made many resolutions to bring a saner atmosphere at Wammy's, and things seemed to work pretty well, students still worked hard but the tension was not here anymore. Even Near seemed to open up, especially since he spent a lot of time with Light. They had long conversations, and Mello had almost choked on his chocolate the day he heard Near giggle as Light had made a particularly weird joke.
The only thing that didn't go as well as the rest was Mello's temper. Without competition, his focus had changed, and while he still ignored Near most of the time, the time he didn't spend on his lessons was mostly spent beating people to a pulp.
Mello rushed into the bedroom he shared with Matt and slammed the door shut. Matt immediately saved his game, knowing he wouldn't be able to focus on his game with Mello radiating rage beside him.
"Linda is a slut !" Mello growled, letting himself fall on the carpet beside the bed, his back resting on the bed.
"What happened ? Didn't she understand she doesn't have a chance with you ?" Matt asked, thinking of how annoying the girl was when it came to Mello. She followed him, asked him out several times, never stopped by a no or any swears-filled answer she got from the blond, she even tried once to grope him while they all were watching a movie in the common room.
"I was sat on the floor reading in the common room, and I should have known that she would do something freaky when everyone seemed to leave except her. She slid her hands under my shirt and she tried to massage my back ! Fucking bitch !" Mello spat, disgusted.
"It didn't feel good ?" the redhead teased his friend. He knew that whatever state of mind Mello was in, he would never do anything to him, and truth is Matt sometimes took advantage of that, never in a mean way, but he liked to see Mello get even more angry and then realise his friend was being pushy, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Mello glared at him, but Matt could see the corner of the blond's mouth turn slightly upward.
"One day you'll regret pushing me that way, you dickhead." Mello smirked.
"Oh, I'm already freaking out." Matt laughed, "And what would you do to me ? You won't hit me, I know, and I'm not ticklish, so what's left for you ?"
"I could force you into massaging my back now that I'm so fucking frustrated." Mello chuckled.
"Ok, let me sit behind you and take your shirt off." Matt simply replied, placing himself between his friend and the bed, on the floor.
"Hey I was joking you dumbass !" Mello opened wide eyes.
"It's not like you to lose an occasion of getting a treat." Matt raised an eyebrow, "but I didn't mind doing it."
"You really thought I was serious ?" the blond asked.
"Yeah, that wouldn't be the first time you ask me something weird, I'm quite used to your demands now." the redhead smiled as he slid his hands under Mello's shirt, reaching for his shoulders, making him start, "and anyway, you're so tensed it's probably the only way to relax you that wouldn't involve beating the shit out of anyone, unless you wanna beat the shit out of me now for doing that."
"Actually, it feels good..." Mello whispered as he got rid of his shirt and bend forward, his eyes shutting slightly.
Matt felt Mello's shoulders muscles relax under his fingers. As he brushed his friend's hair from his neck, massaging the spot a few seconds before sliding his hands a little lower, he felt Mello shiver. Amused, he massaged the spot again with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers lightly brushing Mello's scalp. Mello shivered again, and Matt could feel him totally limp, his back arched and his elbows resting on his thighs.
Matt smiled. It was good to see Mello free of all tension for once. He was always ready to explode, and Matt, although he knew the situation was awkward, was happy to be the one who could help him get rid of his rage.
Things were different at their age, Mello would not accept being hugged like they did when they were kids anymore, and Matt was missing the physical contact. No, he was not gay, he was just kind of touchy, at least with Mello.
But since the May incident and Ike calling him a fag, Mello had really began to avoid any physical contact with him.
And truth is, if anyone saw them now, Mello would be extremely mad and would hurt someone.
But here in their room, even without locking themselves, they were safe, since everyone knew better than come in and face Mello's anger for doing so.
So he took advantage of the situation, awkward or not, it would be one of the few occasions when he could touch Mello. This was just a friendly touch of course, nothing more. A friend helping a friend. And feeling him shiver was arou... amusing. Amusing.
Matt massaged every part of Mello's back, Mello not making a sound. Matt could only hear his even breathing. The faint sound was soothing and Matt stared, thoughtful, at Mello's nape.
No wonder why Linda can never stop chasing him... Matt thought. Mello is just so... hey ! Shit, I sound so gay !
"Hey Mello, it's over !" Matt jumped back on his feet.
Mello stretched and sighed. "I have to admit you're quite skilled, when did you learn to do that ?"
"I never learned, I just... well... happy you liked it." Matt mumbled before grabbing his Gameboy and sitting on the bed criss crossed.
Mello stared at Matt a few seconds, then let himself fall on the bed at Matt's feet.
"Mello... it's quite weird you don't let a girl touch you but you didn't mind a guy doing the same..." Matt's words were out of his mouth before he even realised he uttered them. His head shot up, his eyes wide. Mello would be pissed off again now, good job Matt... the redhead told himself. He would often speak his mind out while he was focused on his games, and it would often bring him some problems.
"Are you insinuating something, Mattie ?" Mello snarled.
Uh oh, he called me Mattie... sounds really bad...
"N...no, I just thought that maybe a girl would be softer than a guy for that kind of things, that's all."
I bet he won't buy it...
"If you dislike doing that, don't try to find an excuse for me not to ask you again, just tell it Matt." he replied, closing his eyes.
"No ! That's not what I meant ! I liked it ! You can ask me anytime !" Matt shouted in protest.
He grinned. And Matt knew he was doomed.
Goddamn Mello, he brought me exactly where he didn't want to be himself. Now I'm the one to sound gay.
"Then if you like it so much, I would be cruel not to allow you to do it from time to time..." he rolled on his side and stuck his tongue at Matt.
"Yeah, you're only doing me a favor, of course." Matt laughed.
December 31th, 2004 (Mello is 15 and Matt almost)
It was almost 11pm when Matt was back in the room. He had sneaked out while Mello was taking a shower, and triumphantly handed him a bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarette.
"Where did you get that ?!" Mello grabbed the bottle.
"I asked Lane to get them for me, it costed me a lot but I thought we could celebrate the New Year's eve away from their childish celebration in the dining room for once. I also have some snacks and chocolate." Matt winked.
"Great !" Mello opened the bottle and drank a long shot.
Matt ripped the cigarettes pack open and lit one. He coughed as the smoked filled his lungs. He sat on the bed criss crossed.
"Let me try." Mello took the packet from Matt's hand, lit one too and almost choked on it. "The taste is awful." he stated, continuing to smoke nonetheless, sitting in the same position beside Matt, both resting their back on the pillows.
Matt drank from the bottle, grimacing as the strong alcohol burnt his throat.
A knock on the door resounded half an hour later.
"Matt ? Mello ? Are you there ?" Linda asked from behind the door.
"Leave us fucking alone Linda !" Mello yelled.
"L sent me to check on you, why don't you join us downstairs ?" the girl insisted.
"We're having our own celebration here, now go the fuck away Linda." Matt growled.
Footsteps moved away until everything was silent again.
Then Mello began to mumble about how Linda was annoying. He was quite drunk already, and so was Matt. They had already downed half of the vodka.
"Hey Mello, don't stress yourself, she's not worth it." Matt pulled his friend in front of him and started massaging his shoulders.
Mello didn't oppose any resistance and even pulled his shirt off.
Matt smirked. "I bet Linda would be jealous because I can get you to undress and she can't !" he laughed.
"Yeah, and you'll probably even touch my dick long before she'll be able to." Mello muttered.
Matt opened wide eyes as his hands fell on his sides. "What ?!"
"Joke, you dumbass." the blond replied in a drunken voice.
"Oh... then I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Matt teased, his mind quite clouded by the alcohol.
"Shut up and touch me... I mean... shit you know what I mean... don't stop." Mello snuggled closer to Matt.
Matt lightly stroke Mello's nape, eliciting a shiver and a loud moan from the blond.
"You heard nothing." Mello growled.
"Nothing." Matt smirked as he lit a cigarette. He brushed his free hand along Mello's spine, up and down.
Mello gasped. He turned his head to glare at Matt. "What are you doing ?"
"Nothing." Matt grinned.
Mello took the cigarette from Matt's fingers. "You need both your hands." He took a long drag.
"You know what people say ? That when you smoke on the same cigarette, it's like if you kiss the person." Matt stated chuckling.
"That's stupid." Mello muttered. "Would be sad if kissing you felt that bad."
"Huh ?" Matt was beginning to feel awkward.
"And I don't care what people say anyway." Mello added, as he leant his arm on one of Matt's thigh, as the redhead had a leg on each side of Mello.
The clock rang midnight, and shouts, laughters and popping sounds came from downstairs.
"Already midnight." Mello stated.
"Happy new year Mello !" Matt said happily as he hugged his friend from behind.
"Happy new year Mail..." Mello whispered as he turned over on all four, facing the redhead.
"You're fed up with the massage already ?" Matt wondered.
"I want my New Year kiss."
Note : yes... cliffhanger, shoot me ! or better : review ! (although I won't stop writing even if no one reviews, it's always nice to know what you think !)
