A.N.

Update at last!

I blame too much Dragon age

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or Celine Dion


Matt

It was odd to watch Mello become so patient with this kid. His usual temper dissolved in an instance as Sean barely touched his pancakes, (To be fair I didn't either. I'm scared of Mello's cooking. He once attempted to make chocolate. Wammy had to buy a new kitchen.) one hand clutched tightly on his jeans, the other sometimes fiddling with the waistband, or scratching the newly irritated skin below the denim before catching my eye and stopping immediately.

I put my fork down, guilt springing up in its place. It was hard to keep him calm. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I have a basic outline but it was hard not to frighten him. My fingers twitched slightly as I moved to grab my PSP, deciding it was best to ignore Mello who was conversing with him in his best indoor voice, which was still pretty damn loud, and turn my mind to the realm of Link.

I felt the plate on my lap being removed, only looking up as a hand clipped my head.

"That hurt." I stated, tearing my eyes away from the game long enough to glance at Mello's exasperated face.

"He's scared of you. Thinks you're too quiet. And 'bad things happen when people are quiet'." Mello murmured quietly. "So go sit over there and fucking talk to him before we go out. Which is not going to end well." He added, taking the console from my needy hands and shoving my shoulders. "Go."

"Yeah yeah." I mumbled, flopping off the couch and onto the floor, I fingered my goggles for a moment before pulling them off, letting them snap back into my hair. Scooting over to him, I crossed my legs, shuffling in the uncomfortable position. Sean stared at me blankly, silently lacing and unlacing his fingers. "So…"

Sean's eyes drifted to the floor , skin tightening over his knuckles as he clutched his knees, drawing them to his chest. I had no idea what to say. Simple things like 'had a nice day?' or 'What did you do last week?' were completely out of the question. "Uhh…good weather today…?" I offered weakly. Clearly England did have an impact on me.

"Yes." Sean replied immediately, glancing out the window at the faint sunlight to confirm his answer before shifting his eyes back to the floor.

I caught the sigh in my throat before I could let it out. "We need to go shopping to get you proper clothes." I indicated to my jeans which had to be turned up at the bottom to fit his legs and the shirt sleeves which hung well past his hands, shrouding them in the cloth. "…Put yours shoes on and I'll get you a jacket. Don't want to freeze." I murmured, standing up and grabbing my keys and wallet from the table. "Mell, lets go!" I yelled across the room to him, ignoring the middle finger I received.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbing a jacket that I outgrew long ago, but still occasionally wore simply because it was comfy and handed it to Sean who had already laced up both of his shoes quickly. He hurriedly stuffed his arms into the jacket, zipping it up. This time I did let out a sigh, despite having it since I was fifteen it was still to big for him. I didn't grow until I was about seventeen so I was practically a midget at five foot five until then when I got bumped to five eleven. Even so the jacket still clung part way to his thighs. It was hard to believe he was thirteen when he was as tall as a nine year old.

Mello finally finished faffing with his hair and sauntered over to us. Ushering him out the door I led them down to the car, scolding Mello as he put his feet on the dashboard before leaning in the back to slip Sean's seatbelt on. He tugged at it in slight confusion.

"It's just to keep you safe." I told him. I doubt I could tell him 'it's so if another car crashes into us at a million miles an hour it stops you launching through the windshield and ending up smeared across the pavement.' because that would be unfair.

Pushing the seat back, I slipped into the drivers seat, fingers gripping the wheel, relaxing as I heard the familiar creak of the leather interior as I shifted my weight to get comfortable, ignoring my own seatbelt, I eased the key into the ignition slot. Twisting it, a smile broke out on my face as the engine roared to life before quietening to a low rumble. Mello rolled his eyes as I all but caressed the sleek interior of the machine.

"Just drive Matt." He sighed, leaning back into the plush seat. I smirked, putting my foot on the clutch and shifting into gear before pulling out of the parking lot. Sean tensed slightly as the car began to roll down the street, noticing I took extra care not to speed as I would've preferred to had it just been me and Mello.

I absentmindedly drummed my fingers impatiently on the leather encased steering wheel at each red light that cam our way, almost amused at Sean's amazed expression as L.A. hurried past us even faster than it usually would as I happily roared along the roads, slapping Mello's hand away as he tried to change the radio station. "I'm driving, I choose." I reminded him. "You can listen to Celine Dion when we get home." I smirked, ignoring the glare and the mutter of 'you're so going to get it later' with a roll of my eyes as I pulled into the parking lot of the mall, hunting around for a suitable space. Finally finding one in the shade, I ground the car to a halt and cut the engine before stepping out, pulling the seat forwards to Sean could also escape the confines of the metal box. "Just point to what you want." I told him simply.

I could see that the mall was crowded and I knew he could too so it was no surprise when he pressed close to Mello in fear. I had a feeling that this trip would not be as simple as I had once hoped.