Matt arrived at the mafia base annoyed. His hair was ruined and…. His hair was ruined. Did he need any more reason to be angry? Well, there were more reasons. He'd left Near (best thing that'd happened to him since his druggie parents OD'd) and was stuck with abuser. In short, Matt was not having a good month. Was it Karma? (He hadn't meant to shoot the drug dealer, the drug dealer had tried to steal his money.)
Mello wrapped a arm around Matt's waist and physically dragged Matt to the beaten down building, humming to himself happily. It wasn't what he'd planned (Near wasn't there) but it was close enough. The door was opened by a mafia member whose name he couldn't remember and watched in confusion as Matt was lead in by the beaming and humming blonde. Matt noticed the look of pity before the man returned to guarding the door. Mello thankfully missed it. "I'll show you were your room is!" Mello happily lead Matt down a corridor, taking the most confusing route he could think off so Matt would have trouble finding the front door again.
Matt followed Mello coldly, never showing any emotion. He missed his goggles, hanging now from Mello's neck. Mello looked at Matt and smiled widely finally reaching the room and leading Matt in. He'd wanted them to share a room, but knew Matt would probably be uncomfortable with it so got Matt a room that was near his. Matt was still wondering about that pitying look the mafia person had worn when Matt arrived.
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Near rocked in his chair slowly, arms wrapped around his legs and still blood stained pyjamas. In the background Disturbed played, Near finding solace in the music which was all he could hear. Not many people knew that Near liked bands like Avanged Sevenfold and Disturbed, Near looked to innocent for it.
Death's images are all around again I know I'll never know a peaceful night again Terror is coursing in me
They're right behind me
They're gonna find me
Judgment for the immoral sin
That has enveloped me completely
Afraid they'll hear me
They don't fear me
Punishment for the immoral crime
That debt was never paid completely
Dreading the final moments
Where I have to be
And feel you die
In Asylum (I live a lie)
Don't you know I'm in love with you
And I wasn't ready
For Asylum (Relive a lie)
To let go
Now it's dragging me into your grave
Your Asylum (Forget the lie)
Overcome and the feeling that I won't get to join you in time
For the loneliness is killing me
(Lyrics – Asylum by Disturbed)
Near chuckled darkly at the lyrics knotting his fingers in his hair before he screamed shrilly. He screamed and screamed and screamed. After a few minutes his throat hurt but he felt so much better. Near sighed listening to the album some more. Some of the lyrics seemed to suit his life and others were just good. Near smiled sadly, Matt would normally listen to the album with him but today… Near picked up the headphones and paused the music. He connected the person he wanted to call.
"Greetings Second L, I am N." Near started smirking. Let L kill him, what else could Near do with his life? Near would fight L and then become L himself or he would die if Mello won. He didn't care, he would not be Mello's captive anymore.
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Matt sat in the room quietly playing the DS Mello had shoved into his hands. He was surrounded by the mafia who all watched him curiously. "…So you're Mello's new bitch." One finally spoke, Rodd Matt thought his name was.
"Not new." Matt muttered.
"So you're Near?" Rodd continued, now interested if his smirk meant anything.
"No, Matt." Matt sighed eying the table. Or rather, the items on it. He recognised the bong easily having used cannabis numerous times. Matt leant over and looked over it silently, noticing Rodd's eyes held a hidden pity. That look again, Matt almost sneered. "Stop looking at me like that!" Matt snapped, nimbly picking up the bong. Rodd glared but didn't move to hurt Matt like he wished to.
"So you're the person Mello was obsessing over." Rodd's voice was like silk at the insult, watching Matt freeze. Silently Matt put down the bong and prepared it silently. Rodd watched in interest as Matt put the plant in the mouthpiece and turned it on to boil the water. "You aren't what I expected."
"What'd you expect, a sobbing mess?"
"Something like that." Rodd watched Matt smoke the bong lazily, not really caring for his surroundings. Normally people who angered Mello were shot so watching Matt was interesting. He was pretty certain Mello had banned Matt using the drugs. "He told us to watch you as he went out."
"I can watch myself." Matt sighed in contentment leaning back and blowing out. "Mello will hurt me anyway." Rodd silently agreed with Matt's calm reasoning, Mello wasn't exactly… stable. "Besides, it's this or tobacco and he stole my cigarettes." Rodd laughed loudly as Matt began to sway, his eyes becoming bloodshot. "I should call Near…"
"You're banned from using the phone." Stupid blonde who'd shoot anyone to get his way Matt thought lazily, wondering after a minute why he was so worried.
"I guessed, it's Mello." Matt shrugged smoking some more weed. His hands and feet were beginning to feel cold. They shook slightly as Matt held one up and watched with a glazed look. He smoked some more as an after thought. Rodd sat back in thought, eyes narrowed. He could use Matt…
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Ask Near what his greatest fear was and if he answered honestly it would be going outside. Mello was a VERY close second. But Mello wasn't always there despite it seeming that at times, the outside surrounded him. Near had to go outside to go anywhere. That was the only reason he feared the outside. The very thought of going out made him sick. So Near feared the outside, of going outside.
Which was why he was internally screaming when Halle dragged him out to cheer him up. Rester had come along to which lead to stares and a child in pyjamas was (Literally) dragged down the road to a deserted restaurant only Near and Halle knew had been rented out to them for two hours. It was rather cheap to Near. "You can't stay inside!" Halle insisted pulling Near along. The car wasn't working, it had 'somehow' broken down (Matt had done something to the engine rendering it useless, his idea of a prank) leading to this scene.
Near was paranoid of the taxi-man, insisting not only was he working for Mello but he'd come to kidnap Near and finish Halle. Halle had reacted by making Near walk instead. As she put it 'Kira wasn't going to bother with a family outing (he had to admit that's what it looked like) so why not walk?'
Near hated his life at that moment. He looked over his shoulder and tensed swearing he saw Mello watching him. After a near heart attack he realised the person wasn't Mello and he could breathe again. Near sighed, even in his mind Mello followed his now…
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Mello watched Matt from the corridor as Matt played checkers with Roger. Mello had seen Matt manipulate Roger with ease, showing higher intelligence then he should in sixth place. Mello smiled to himself, Matt was hiding something. Friends tell each other everything. Him and Matt were friends but he didn't tell Mello anything. Mello pouted slightly, he'd make Matt talk. He left and found Near alone in the play room.
Near looked up from his 500 piece jigsaw, it had been originally white but Near had drawn a Celtic cross on it and was now trying to put it together. Mello sat next to Mello fingering his chocolate. Near paled at the sight of it. "Want some?" Mello offered happily. Near gulped nervously taking a piece, he'd be forced to eat it no matter what so why fight? Near fought down the nausea in his stomach as he swallowed.
"Why is Mello pestering me?" Near muttered bitterly realising his puzzle would have to wait, Mello smiled innocently, a look not reaching his eyes. The six year old shuddered at the smile.
"Because I'm your friend." The eight year old replied happily. "Aren't you my friend?" He leant over and hugged Near tightly, making sure to hug tight enough to slightly crush the boy. He remembered seeing A and B in the corridor, doing something he found interesting. Leaning down, Mello clashed his lips on Near's and forced his tongue entry, exploring Near's mouth happily. Near whimpered grabbing Mello's shoulders in an attempt to push Mello off.
Mello resisted until he needed to breathe, pulling away happily. "I enjoyed that." Mello commented lightly. Near watched the blonde leave and felt as if something important had been stolen. Near hugged himself sadly.
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Matt was being watched intently by the mafia members as he finished the bong lazily. Matt giggled at a joke one of the men said, normally he would have been insulted at the sexist joke but he was to high to care. Someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Matt, what the hell?" Mello hissed. Matt looked at him calmly, happily. Mello glared at the clearly high boy.
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9shadowcat9; If it's not obvious I've never done illegal drugs and probably never will so if the seen with Matt is unrealistic in anyway I apologise. ^^'
