A.N

This is getting harder to write :/

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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Mello

Matt stayed silent for a few hours, continuing to press the buttons on his Xbox360 control in an almost methodical rhythm. With a sigh he paused and saved the game, turning the console off.

"I'm going bed…" He told me, standing up and stretching, fingers extended as he raised his hand above his head, shivering as he retracted himself.

"'Kay." I replied, rearranging the previously abandoned makeshift bed from the night before.

"…How long are you planning to stay?" He asked, folding his arms across his stripy-clad chest, looking at me from behind the orange tinted goggles that covered his eyes.

"I can go now if you want. I was only staying because I hadn't you know, seen you in three years." I replied, twisting the hem of the duvet between my fingers absentmindedly, meeting his eyes head on.

"And whose fault is that?" Matt snapped. I stared at him, stunned that he looked so undeniably angry. I'd seen him pissed a few times, especially when I first moved into Wammy's and drove him up the wall, but this one was something entirely different.

He was hurt.

I shifted back, pulling the pillow onto my lap. "What the hell do you want from me Matt? You want to apologise for going after Kira and trying to best Near like I've been doing my whole fucking life? Do you want me to apologise for not calling so I could keep you safe because I actually give half a damn about you and I didn't think I could see you hurt? Or do you want me to apologise for accidentally creeping out your 'girlfriend' and make her think you were cheating on her when in actuality I was just trying to make you feel better instead of suffering through a storm?" I tossed the pillow aside. "Fine then, I'm fucking sorry!"

Matt took a step back, linking his fingers together as his eyes drifted to the floor. His hair hung over his face as his shoulders shook. "You think sorry is just going to make everything better Mells? I've been trying to play nice with you and I can't. You left just like every fucker else so go ahead. Leave." He yelled, slowly going quiet.

I stood up, grabbing my keys from the coffee table. "Fine." I growled, storming to the kitchen and grabbing my helmet from the side, tucking it under my arm I made my way to the door, walking through it, slamming it behind me.

I paused on the other side of the door, fingering my helmet with a quiet sigh, barely containing the anger brewing inside me. With a scowl, I made my way over to the elevator, waiting for it to reach my level while I shuffled in agitation.

The elevator let out a quiet ding as it arrived, the light on top of the metal doorframe indicating that it had reached floor twelve. I switched my helmet, tucking it under my left arm instead , walking forwards onto the tacky red carpet. Or rather I would've if a hand didn't encase the top of my right arm, dragging me back.

"Don't you fucking dare leave again without saying goodbye." Matt murmured, jerking me out of the lift.

I pulled my arm out of his grip. "What the hell is wrong with you. You just told me to leave!" I shoved him backwards, stepping inside the lift. Matt's arms made their way firmly around my waist, dragging me back out, thumping the button to make the doors close.

"You are not fucking leaving me again you bastard!" He shouted at me, turning me around to face him, gripping the front of my shirt and pressing me against the cold white-washed wall of his flat. I'd never seen Matt like this before. This was more like well…me then it was him. He'd shed his goggles, which were now probably strewn on his floor somewhere, his fists clenched tighter into my leather, skin turning white over his knuckles. His eyes bore into mine, deep blue almost aflame with the rare fury that Matt barely showed, pupils dilated until he look practically animalistic. "Don't you dare think you can just fucking walk out on me Mello. I've grown up and I'm not going to be fucking pushed around because I don't work that way anymore. Got it?" His face inched closer to mine, forehead pressing against mine, red hair intermingling with my own blonde strands.

"You told me to go!" I yelled back at him, wrenching his hands from the front of my shirt.

"I didn't think you would! I thought you would at least fight to stay! But I obviously mean nothing to you!"

"If you meant nothing I wouldn't of bothered coming back!" I argued. Matt placed his hands either side of my head, fingers clenching shut against the wall.

"Then why did you come back?" He whispered. I stayed silent, fidgeting under his glare. His shoulders tensed as the silence drew itself out at an agonisingly slow rate. I paused before leaning forwards and pressing my lips to his.

Matt's eyes widened a fraction before closing them slowly, meeting the movements of my mouth with his own. I lightly swept my tongue along his lower lip, asking for permission which he readily gave, opening his mouth slightly. I slipping my tongue into his mouth, slowly probing the inside of the moist cavern. His tongue twined with mine as he fought for dominance which I refused to give to him, hands slipping into the silky crimson strands. He still tasted the same as ever, smoke, coffee and a hint of something that was uniquely Matt. He clutched me back with need, pressing as close as he could. I could almost taste the betrayal and hurt that I had bestowed upon him all jumbled with an emotion I couldn't put my finger on. I pulled away a few moments later, chest burning with the need for oxygen which I gulped down greedily, seeing Matt do the same. I watched as he ran his fingers over his kiss-swollen lips, blushing gently.

"Is that explanation enough as to why I came back?" I asked him, keeping my eyes firmly on his as he nodded. "Good." I stated, walking back into the flat, waiting for him to follow before I shut the door.