A.N

Haha late update today, sorry my dearies =]

Ok, I know that for a few chapters not much as happened, I'm trying (and most likely failing) To show the growth of their relationship as I don't want this to be a 'OMG LUST 4 BUTTSECKS NOAW!!!111!!!one!!!' kinda thing

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Disclaimer: I do not own Death note, I do have skittles though :3

Mello's P.O.V

I rolled my eyes as Matt squealed in delight at the sight of his games. He was finally told he could after a month of intensive treatment. he insisted we should get home as soon as possible. Figures, he only had his PSP DS and laptop when he was in hospital...I bet he was going nuts. He immediately dislodged himself from my arm (I was kind enough to support him up the stairs.) and practically ran across the room, plonking himself on the floor in front of the T.V screen.
"Nerd." I scoffed.
"Slut." He retorted.
I scowled falling backwards onto the couch, my legs hanging over the arm. Matt had already managed to start up the console, insert a game and begin loading up where he had left off. It was almost funny how absorbed he was, but I wasn't going to take it from him, even though the doctor had ordered him to only use his games for two hours maximum, I wasn't going to destroy his happiness. He could game for as long as he wanted...well at least until nightfall, but that was a good eight hours away.
He tapped aggressively on the control pad, occasionally letting out a grunt of triumph as he won against another hardcore boss the first time around. He

finished the first game in three hours flat. I dragged him to his feet before he could even consider starting another game.
"Have to change your bandages." He whined, trying to pull away and get back to his game.
"Stop behaving like a little bitch and stay the fuck still!"
I peeled his T-shirt from him. His body was racked with scars, little and huge. He refused to walk in front of a mirror if he had his shirt off claiming that he was 'hideous'. It didn't matter when I told him I didn't care, he was so hung up on it. I unwound the bandage around his chest, the angry red mess that the acid had left behind was still very much apparent.

He turned his head to look away as I wrapped a fresh bandage around him. Tucking the end in I smiled lightly, handing him back his T-shirt.
"All better."
I placed a chaste kiss on his lips before walking away. Leaving him to slip his shirt back on, it took a few moment for him to finally rejoin me in the front room.

To say our relationship had grown was an understatement. We had both decided that we were officially dating and even though I refused to go...all the way with him in his current state I learned so much more about him then I ever thought possible. Even though I knew him the best to begin with, I never realised that Matt was such a closed book. I mean until yesterday I didn't know that his favourite colour was silver...when always talked, but never talked. It's going to take me a while to get everything out of him....

Matt's P.O.V

Left, left, left, X,Y, B, B, B, Boom head shot!
My chest was itching so bad, it's putting me off the game. I just want to scratch it, but the last time Mello caught me doing that he slapped me upside the head with a look of murder on his face...I haven't itched it since.
I fucking hate hate hate the scar it's going to leave. Disfiguring me and I know I shouldn't be whining there are people far worse off then me...but I am quite vain even if I don't appear to be. Well clothes wise I'm not, I couldn't give a fuck about what I wear...it's what's underneath that I care about.

Mello shot me a look. Ok the nicotine monster is growing, I'm practically gagging for a fag (That isn't Mello) and I'm getting more pissed every day I have to suffer without one.
"Stop staring at me!" I spat across the room, I could almost taste the venom that I had said that with. Mello merely chuckled and shook his head, turning back to the book that was laying across his lap.

I saved the game and turned the console off. Mello looked up in surprise.
"Stopping now are we?"
"No." I growled, standing up. I began to pace for reasons unknown to myself.
"Then what are you doing."
"Going insane." I muttered. He laughed once more, amused at my predicament.