Hey everyone, got another chapter of this done. I've having a lot of fun with it. I've had so much of it planned for such a long time. I'm glad I've been able to write it. Thanks so much to everyone for supporting this. Please…if this story is touching…Please tell me. Don't just say "How sad!" but why. I love knowing why. Thanks so much! Enjoy!
"Mello!" someone screamed at us. "Matt! Get back here this instant!" We were both running as far as we could from Wammy House. We had to have been young. Much younger than we ever could be to run away. We were only playing around.
We didn't shout anything back, but we keep on running. Far, out into the woods. This way, it could only be the two of us. On our own. That's all we wanted. We were two kids, who just wanted our freedom and independence. What else could a kid ask for? Normal kids would ask for toys, candy and no school. We ask for freedom to just be kids. We were orphans and our friends were all we had.
"No way!" Mello said to me as we ran into the woods. Of course we were going to go back later. We just wanted to go on an adventure.
This was a time before we had the pressure of being L's successor. We had always been trained to be the best we could, and now, we were just waiting around for the next step. Why not have some fun while we were at it?
"Forget what we're told!" Mello shouted. We were children. We needed freedom. "Before we get too old!" He ran at me, tackling me to the ground.
Both of us were laughing as Mello wrestled with me in a mixture of dead leaves and pine needles, as well as dirt and rocks. We were just kids.
"Show me a garden that's bursting into life."
That was what we needed. Freedom to be kids. To live our lives. To have fun.
Before we grew up.
We needed that childhood before we became adults.
And we never got it.
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Mello wasn't a normal orphan. Most of us had been brought to Wammy House because we had lost our parents somehow. Mello was different. His parents were alive. He knew his mother. His father…had raped her.
But it wasn't a case of his mother not wanting him…
It was more of a case, of her leaving him at Wammy House for a year when he was an infant.
She'd be back in a year and take him home. Then she would have the money. Then she'd be able to raise her son. Just one year in an orphanage…Mello would never remember it.
After a year, she came back, she said:
"Just one more year…it's hard finding work."
She then left Mello again.
She returned when Mello was turning two. This was an age where he would begin to retain memories.
"One more year." She said. "I promise!"
Roger never objected.
And Mello stayed.
His mother came every year. Each time…She'd say the same thing "Just one more year…"
But when Mello was six…
She stopped coming.
Mello and I had become friends by this time. He saw me as family.
We both had been there since birth, and we both relied on one another.
And then…
She came back.
Her name was Patricia Mitchellson now.
Not Patricia Keehl.
"Mello." Roger said, peering into Mello's room as both of us played a game of Battleship. I was losing…Badly. But I always let him win. Every board game we played, I would let him win. None of this number two stuff when it was just me and him. I was number two with him. He was number one.
We both glanced up. Mello tilted his head in interest. We were eleven years old at the time. We were so young and naïve….Our innocence couldn't be helped.
"What is it, Roger?" he asked. The old man smiled warmly at us. We all knew Roger wasn't fond of kids, but he found something nice about the one's at Wammy House. We were all exceptionally smart and we couldn't really help but be likable for the most part.
"You have a visitor." He said. Mello's eyes lit up. He knew exactly who it was.
He jumped up, nearly tripping on the Battleship game. The excitement had rushed inside of him, and built up like an oncoming orgasm. Mello quickly ran through the room and bolted out of the room in a blur.
I couldn't help but follow him.
I followed Mello into the main entrance room. It consisted of a few tables, and several chairs around them. To the far side of the room was her.
She was a very young woman, no older than twenty-five. She must have had Mello at a young age. She had golden, bright blonde hair that could be spotted from across the room. It was magnificent, and I finally knew where Mello got it.
Mello was smiling. I had never seen him so happy.
"MOMMA!" he screamed, running across the room, his feet making slight smacking sounds as they hit the floor. The woman looked up and saw Mello running at her.
I walked towards them, getting a better look at her face…
She didn't look happy.
She was disappointed.
Mello was running at her with his arms wide open, expecting her to stand up, run towards him and scoop him up into her arms like a mother should…
But she didn't.
Mello noticed this too.
He came up to her, as did I, and I noticed the look in her eyes.
I couldn't tell if she was hurt or angry.
She looked at Mello with intent, before glancing at me.
"I knew your hair would darken." She said, placing her hand on my head.
She couldn't recognize your own son.
"That's Matt—I mean…Mail." Mello says to her. "I'm your son."
I could see the pain in his eyes.
"Oh!" she said, faking sympathy. "Martin, you've grown."
I could almost hear Mello's heart breaking.
"My name's Mihael, mom."
Mello had never referred to her as 'mom'. For as long as I had known him.
"No it isn't." she said. "I'm your mother, I named you Martin."
Mello shook his head. "No. My name is Mihael."
She waved him off, and changed the subject.
"How are things?" she asked.
"Good." Mello said. I could tell he was angry. "Mom…Why'd you come here?"
She looked away from us both, I could see that she was hurt.
"I'm not coming back." She said to us simply before rising from her seat.
Mello smiled brightly. "Does that mean I get to come home now?!" he asked. "C-Can Mail come too? We could have the best family! I can't wait mom! We're gon-"
She crouched down, covering Mello's mouth.
"You're not coming with me."
And she said nothing more and pushed around us and headed for the exit.
"Mom?!" Mello shouted, as the doors opened, and light filled the room. He ran towards his mother and slipped around the closing door. I chased after him.
"Mello! Stop!" I shouted, as I chased my friend, chasing his mother.
She looks back at him, and her personality has changed entirely.
"Get back in there you little shit!" she snapped as Mello caught up with her. He froze immediately. "I don't fucking want you!" I came up close behind Mello, watching as this woman who was his mother insulted him. "You're the spitting image of the bastard who made you, and you'll end up just like him!"
Mello was shaking his head in disbelief.
"I have a fucking family, kid." She hissed at him. "I have a husband and two children, who love me. And I love them!" She bent down, grabbing the fabric around Mello's neck, nearly choking him. "And I will never love a little shit like you."
She had practically lifted Mello from his feet, and threw him on to the ground before walking away from us. A car pulled into the main gates and a door was opened for her. We could see inside…there was a man and two small children.
She wasn't lying.
She entered the car, and it pulled out.
Mello stood up, staring out in the distance, tears flowing down his face.
"MOMMA!" he screamed, bolting through the main yard of Wammy House. "MOMMA COME BACK!" he continued.
Strange how a broken heart can pump you with adrenaline.
He was sprinting through the yard after the car.
I could almost hear his mother laugh at him.
"PLEASE DON'T GO, MOMMA!" Mello screamed, trying to chase the car ahead of him. "I NEED YOU, MOMMA!"
I ran up behind him.
A broken heart wasn't powering my adrenaline…
But it was the sympathy for my friend.
"MELLO!" I snapped coming up behind him as the car drove out of sight. He turned to me, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I couldn't help myself, and I rose a fist, and slammed it into his face, knocking my friend to the ground.
"Listen to yourself!" I snapped. "Your mother just told you she didn't want you! She told you in a series of words that she hated you! Mello…Mihael! She doesn't want you!" I almost wanted to punch him again. "And you hopeless ran after her like she didn't mean it!"
Mello stared up at me dumbly, but his eyes shut, and tears poured from them. His eyes were red and puffy. He knew that.
"Let's waste time!" I shouted at him angrily. "Chasing cars around our heads!" I motioned a hand around my head indicating insanity. "Your mother doesn't want you, Mihael!"
I closed my eyes and fell to my knees, joining my friend. "But I do…" I say, covering my eyes with my hands as the waterworks begin for me as well.
Mello leaned towards me, his arms enclosed around my shoulders, and mine captured his as well. We were two kids…who wanted nothing more than to be happy…in tears at the only place that ever made us happy…with the only person who ever made us smile.
"I need your grace…" Mello sobbed into my shoulder. "To remind me to find my own…"
My hand runs along Mello's back…and I hold him tightly.
"I need you." I said.
"I need you too." He said back.
I'll always be here for you.
"If I lay here…" Mello moans as I thrust into him. "If I just lay here…Would you lie with me…and just forget the world?"
Regardless of the scar….
Mello screams my given name.
"Mail!" he screams, his back arching, his nails digging into the back of my neck. He's sweating like a fiend. So am I. It's such a wonderful feeling.
Mello is still beautiful to me.
At least on the inside.
Our mouths connect. I can feel his heartbeat in every gasp of our kiss.
My arms snake around his back, holding him up slightly to keep him from straining his back. His nails loosen and his arms are embracing me around the neck.
"Forget what we're told…" I gasp into his ear after breaking the kiss. "Before we get too old…"
Mello moans, smiling. He remembers that day where we were wrestling in the woods. "Show me a garden that's bursting into life."
I'll show you anything Mello.
My life is yours.
And your life is mine.
I'd be nothing without you.
Thank you, Mihael.
I love you.