Manga: Death Note

Rating: PG-13 to M

Warnings: OOCness, Yaoi, Use of drugs, language, violence, adult situations, lemon (not in this chapter however)

Pairing: MelloXMatt

Matt stepped out of the car; he was still half laughing from Mello's reaction on the roller coaster. He knew he'd get the gun eventually. The day was probably over as well, but he couldn't help it. It was too priceless. He had never seen Mello scared before, and boy was he scared on the roller coaster. Matt waited for Mello to get off the ride.

Mello got off the ride on unsteady legs. He was shaking slightly, from shock or anger, he couldn't tell. Walking over to Matt, Mello grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned close. "I hate you...so much right now."

Matt still smiled. "You'll get over it."

Mello was still embarrassed about his reaction. Why did people do that to themselves willingly? The thought was just crazy. Suddenly Mello felt like he was going to throw up. Making a gagging sound, Mello covered his mouth, leaning on Matt.

He took a slight step back when Mello looked as if he was going to be sick. Pulling a face he stared at the blonde, who was currently leaning on him. "Don't throw up on me, man. I don't care how much you hate me. Can't you think of a better way to get me back that's not so disgusting?" He didn't really want to leave the park quite yet and if Mello got sick they would have to leave. "Come on, I know you can handle a small thing like this..." He brought up his pride so Mello would be able to regain some semblance of self and not be sick.

Mello gave Matt a small shove, walking away to go find somewhere to go sit down. Walking a short way away from the ride, Mello sat down on a bench. Coughing a little, he pulled out a small chocolate bar from the back of his pants and unwrapped it. Why did Matt take him here? They could have done something less...odd...to relax, couldn't they? Nibbling at the candy made Mello feel much better.

Matt huffed a frustrated sigh. He followed after Mello, thinking of what they could do that would make the blonde happy. He cast his mind for ideas. 'I think there's an arcade here...' He looked around. They were on a slight hill so it was pretty easy to see things that were around. He spotted an info kiosk. He glanced to Mello; the blonde would be fine there for a few minutes. Matt walked down to the kiosk and looked for an arcade, once he found out where it was he walked back to Mello. "Can you walk? I think I've found something here that you might like."

Mello crumpled the wrapper of the chocolate bar, throwing it at Matt and standing up. He was feeling better after all. "It better not be another roller coaster..." He said, glaring at Matt. Matt had been the one to take him here, so Mello felt he was subject to Matt's time frame. If he wanted a ride home, he would have to wait. Or, Mello thought to himself, he could just shoot one of the windows of a car in the parking lot and try and find his own way home.

Matt followed the chocolate wrapper with his eyes as it bounced off of him and rolled away on the ground. He looked back at Mello, with a slight smile, not perturbed in the slightest by having a wrapper thrown at him. "It's not, promise." He walked back down the hill, heading toward the arcade. It wasn't that far away. They shortly reached the semi-dark square building. Entering they were greeted by loud noises and music. Matt looked back at Mello, "See anything that interests you?" He was referring to the shooting games that were on the wall to their left.

Mello first noticed all the shooting games. He could tell, even from this distance that the guns were all fake. He also noticed some racing games. Various types of cars and motorcycle games were mixed with fighting, and dancing games. One thing however stuck out. A small stage was shoved into a corner, lined with TV's and a stand alone microphone. An evil thought occurred to Mello, "Loser has to sing." He said, pointing to a random shooting game.

Matt looked at the shooting game, he had seen it before and even played it a couple times. He knew that in real life Mello was a better shot then him, but the video game guns had a different alignment. "Deal..." He was positive that he would win. Then Mello would have to sing. He walked over to the game and pulled out a bag of quarters from his pocket. He picked up the gun on the left hand side. "Best two out of three?"

Mello picked up the toy gun, feelings its weight and checking its alignments. It was like a small hand gun, nothing more. Gripping and aiming, he took a practice shot. Everything seemed fine. Mello nodded for Matt to start the game. The concept was relatively simple, see a man shoot him. Mello aimed and shot at everything he could find, avoiding what appeared to be innocent people flailing their arms about. When the scores came up, Mello was almost 5 thousand points ahead of Matt.

Matt stared at the game screen then looked at Mello. 'Damn...' He didn't know that Mello was that skilled with a gun. The alignment was different in these games and the blonde easily adapted. Giving a slight growl, Matt lifted his goggles off his eyes and placed them on his head. He had better vision now, he wore them so he had a challenge on most video games, but it seemed that he couldn't have handicaps with Mello. "Round two..." The game started again.

Matt sighed, holding the gun up and starting the game over again. This time they played a different course, but the concept was still the same. Aiming and shooting with ease, Mello quickly cleared without hitting the wrong targets. The game flashed winner, and Mello smiled smugly at Matt. "So what song are you gonna sing, you loser?" He put the gun back in its spot, crossing his arms.

Matt stared at the screen in disbelief. He looked at Mello; his first thoughts were that the blonde cheated. Of course they were quickly abandoned as Mello wouldn't stoop so low. He sighed and thought for a moment. Then an idea came to him. If Mello wanted him to sing, then Matt was going to use it to his advantage. Maybe it would get Mello to understand just why he followed his orders. "You'll see..." He sounded very confident as he walked over to the karaoke game.

Mello laughed, fallowing Matt over to the small stage. "Pick a good one, Matt." Mello was still smug about winning, and he wasn't afraid to show it. He was sure that Matt must be mortified that he had to sing in front of people. Mello let his hands fall to his hips, standing boldly watching Matt get up and start the machine.

Matt smiled at Mello. He stepped up on stage. He was still very confident. The music turned off and the video game's sound was turned down so the people in the arcade could hear. This he wasn't expecting, nerves set in a bit, but he was still pretty much calm. He was singing for maybe thirty people and Mello. He chose his song. The music started, calming slow violins and piano. "Wise men say only fools rush in...But I can't help falling in love with you..." Matt didn't take his eyes off of Mello, obviously he knew the song and he could sing rather well. He was giving the distinct impression that he was singing just to Mello.

Mello was a little confused. He expected Matt to pick something a little different. He wasn't sure what kind of song it was that Matt was supposed to pick, but this definitely wasn't it. Mello listed to the lyrics, paling as they went on. Why was Matt looking at him as he sang this? Was this just to prove that he would do it, even when Mello thought he wouldn't? Some teenage girls started too crowed around the stage, admiring Matt as he sang. Mello crossed his arms protectively around himself, still looking at Matt, waiting for him to wimp out.

Matt noticed the girls, but didn't shift his focus. He could tell that Mello was confused. 'Good...' He wanted him to be confused. Eventually the blonde would figure out the hints that he was dropping. "Shall I stay...Would it be a sin...If I can't help falling in love with you...?" He sang out, not only proving that he would sing the song all the way though, but he would show off a bit. He was good singer, having been trained at the orphanage; of course no one knew that.

Mello felt flustered that Matt was looking at him. Pink rose in his cheeks as Matt's voice rang out over the speakers. 'Falling in love with you?' That particular line stuck out in Mello's head. Matt's voice was soft, and perfectly in tone. 'I didn't know he could sing so well...' Mello shifted uncomfortably, but didn't break the eye contact. If this was a battle of wits, then Mello was not going to lose.

"Like a river flows surely to the sea...Darling so it goes...Some things are meant to be..." Matt couldn't help but smile as he sang the song. He saw how flustered Mello was becoming, but he also saw the blonde's determination not to break the eye contact. Matt assumed that Mello though of this as a challenge, it wasn't, completely. "Take my hand..." He held his hand out as if he wanted Mello to take it. "Take my whole life too..." That was lyric...the reason why he chose this song, other then the actual meaning behind it. This would probably prove to Mello that Matt was really singing to him. "For I cant help falling in love with you..."

Mello didn't think it possible, but he felt like he was turning a shade darker of red with every word Matt sang. Why was this making him feel so weird inside?! When Matt reached his hand out something clicked inside of Mello. Matt wasn't just singing at Mello, he was singing to him. The girls in the audience seemed to have multiplied, and were now giggling and whispering as the ogled Matt. Mello stayed back, feeling violent jolts in his stomach. Part of him felt like turning on his heals and running and the other part felt like whipping his gun out and shooting the girls in the head just for looking at Matt. 'Love' was such a foreign word to Mello he felt like maybe he was misinterpreting it.

'Looks like I have fans...' thought Matt noticing all of the giggling girls. It was hard not to, they were quite loud. "Like a river flows surely to the sea...Darling so it goes...Some things are meant to be..." He noticed how red Mello's face was. "Take my hand..." He stepped off the stage. He was positive that Mello had figured it out now. "Take my whole life too..." He moved closer to Mello, wondering if the blonde would run for it. "For I can't help falling in love with you..." Did Mello even know what 'love' meant? "For I can't help...falling in love...with you..." The song ended.

Mello couldn't hold eye contact as Matt came closer to him. Looking at the floor, Mello hoped his blush was secluded to just his face. He could feel warmth spreading down from his neck to his arms, and down his torso. Matt...loved him? No one had ever said something like that to him. Was this all just a ploy to embarrass him? He could sense Matt getting closer. Mello wrung his hands nervously and tried to get them to quit shaking.

Matt looked at Mello, he had never seen the blonde so nervous before. "Mello? You okay?" He wondered if he really had that much effect on him. Before he could press the matter further, he was grabbed by one of his 'fan girls' and dragged away and pressed into conversation. As he was forced to talk to the girls he kept looking over at Mello.

Mello couldn't get his body to move. He just stood shaking, unable to grasp what had just happened. Love...love...he was just hooked on the word. Matt loved him. Loved HIM! Mello finally looked up, ready to see Matt. Ready to say maybe he loved him too. Did he love Matt? Matt was the only person he ever really enjoyed, ever really sorta kinda cared about. If that wasn't love then he wasn't sure what was. Mello now searched more franticly for Matt, not able to see him in the crowd anymore. What if he was already gone? Gone with one of those girls? No, Matt wouldn't just leave. Mello felt rage fill him. Pulling a small hand gun out of the back of his pants, he fired a few shots into the air, causing glass to rain from the ceiling. The ripple effect of people ducking to the floor at the loud sound was almost instant. The only two people left standing, unaffected, were Matt and Mello. Matt stared at Mello, he could see just how pissed the blonde was. He was sure that he was coming over to blow his head off. Mello stormed over to Matt, people scurrying to get out of his way. Glass crunched under his boots, and the lights flickered from being shot. As soon as Mello was close enough, he slowly wrapped his arms around Matt's waist tenderly.

Matt was surprised and relieved when Mello wrapped his arms around his waist. He smiled, his heart jumping into his throat. Could it be possible? Could Mello really feel the same about him? Maybe he would...Matt leaned in and tentatively placed his lips on Mello's, hoping that he didn't feel Mello's gun at his temple from this action.

Mello kissed back, slow at first, then with more passion. His heart was going so fast that Mello thought it might give out at any moment. He couldn't verbalize how he felt at that exact moment, but he hoped that his actions would be enough for Matt. When they broke apart, Mello was panting slightly. "I think...we need to leave." He broke eye contact, looking around the now deserted arcade.

Matt looked around the arcade quickly. "I think that might be a good idea." His face was slightly pink and he was breathing heavily. He felt light, it was an odd feeling. Mello loved him back, or at least liked him enough to kiss him, if that was the case it would have to do for now. He grabbed Mello's hand, "Come on..." He led Mello out a back door, heading toward the parking lot. They reached his bike a few moments later. He looked at Mello. "Ready to get back on this thing, I know how much you loved it last time." He could help but be a little sarcastic.

Mello enjoyed holding Matt's hand for the period of time it took to get from the arcade to the parking lot. "Just don't kill us." Was all Mello had to say, while he watched Matt get on the bike. Flipping his leg over the back, Mello swung himself up on the back. Matt helped him strap the helmet on as the bike started. Instead of trying to scoot back from Matt, Mello let himself just lay against the man, wrapping his arms around his lower middle and resting his face in the crook of Matt's neck.

Matt felt Mello move close and wrap his arms around his middle. The red head blinked, he felt the difference in how Mello was holding onto him from before. It felt nice but it was distracting as well. It felt too good. Matt shook the thoughts from his head and tore out of the amusement park parking lot. He took the back roads at a much higher speed, making sure that they lost anyone that might've started to follow them. "We're going to my hide-out for a bit, the incident in the arcade probably brought attention to us. I don't want you to get caught or killed." He sounded worried about the blonde and less informative, while usually he was just informative when he took charge, and that happened even less often.

Mello nodded, laying a kiss on the side of Matt's neck as a thank you. Holding on tightly, Mello noticed the change in Matt's tone. He seemed more caring. It could be that he just lacked a lot of emotion in his voice before. Whatever the change was, Mello liked it. He had never been to Matt's 'hide-out' only calling him on his cell phone when he was staying there. Mello was interested to see what the insides looked like.

Matt smiled, feeling his body increase in temperature as his face reddened from Mello's actions. He took a breath and focused on the task at hand. Mello didn't know that they were actually being tailed by another person on a motorcycle. Matt glanced back, the person was still there. He glanced to the right and took a sharp corner, nearly getting them hit by a Semi. He took a sharp left and got onto a different main rode, weaving through traffic without effort, he increased the speed going over 180mph, the police would leave them alone and they should be able to get away, they had at least put distance between them already.

Mello grip tightened around Matt as soon as they took that corner. "Matt! Why are we going this fast?" Mello couldn't help but shake a little. He hated this awful machine. Mello's heart skipped a beat the second he heard the loud Semi horn blow as they weaved just out of its path. Mello kept his face pressed in the crock of Matt's neck as they speed around.

He would be lying if he said that his heart didn't skip a beat when they were almost hit by that Semi. "We're being followed." That was all he needed to say for Mello to understand, but he doubted that the blonde would feel any better. He hadn't had much experience driving at speeds over 150mph and he was going 180mph. It was necessary to stay away from the cops but it was hard to take sharp turns at this speed. He slowed down a bit taking another corner, heading back onto empty back streets to see if the motorcyclist was still following them. He glanced back seeing two this time. "Fuck!" He put on a huge burst of speed. "Mello, forgive me for this." He was about to do something extremely dangerous. He took a sharp left and went up a ramp shooting across the street in the air; they landed in a high rise parking lot.

Mello couldn't hide the shout that came as they jumped off onto the ramp. He had almost a painful grip on Matt, trying to hold on for dear life. "Matt..." Mello wouldn't hide it, he was scared. It might be different if this was a car, but the lack of shelter around him was an intensity that Mello didn't appreciate.

Matt winced when they landed, it jarred his spine weird. The bike skidded oddly, 'the alignment is off...shit...' He was having trouble breathing because of the tight, nearly death grip Mello had on him. Matt took a right around the circle heading down the levels of the parking ramp. He heard a bullet ricochet. 'Damn...' They were shooting at them. Suddenly the bike jerked violently to the left. It started to fall over as the back wheel turned toward the front. They had hit a tire. Matt turned and wrapped his arms around Mello, trying to protect the blonde as they fell and the bike spun away. They hit the ground and rolled away from the bike, Matt head let go of Mello on the initial hit, letting the blonde rolled behind a car, so he wouldn't be seen. 'They're only after me...'

The initial jerk of the bike was when Mello knew that they had lost control. Before Mello could even blink, Matt had his arms around them and they were falling. Mello didn't even have time to return the embrace, feeling the cold concrete come up to meet them. Mello hit the ground, the sound of the helmet smashing the concrete and being ripped from his head sounded far off. The power of being thrown off the bike and the wind being knocked out of him disorientated Mello.

As the blonde lay concealed by the car, the two men left their bikes a short distance away from the crash, approaching Matt's half conscious body. One of the two nudged Matt with his foot, turning him on to his back to see his face. Matt gave a slight groan, when he was kicked in the side to roll him over. The other pulled a gun out of a holster on the side of his pants and began to load it. "Found you," he said cruelly.

The other pulled out a cell phone, he dialed a number. It was quiet for a moment, before the assassin with the cell phone started to speak to the person on the other end of the line. "We found him; we are allowed to kill him right?" Another pause, "Excellent." He gave a nod to his partner, who smirked.

Matt opened his eyes slightly, to see the gun point at his head. For the first time he felt afraid of a gun. He had become used to seeing it as Mello pulled his on him usually twice a day. This was different; he knew that Mello wouldn't actually shoot him, while these two had come here for that specific purpose. 'At least Mello is safe; they're not concerned about him. As long as he doesn't see their faces there's no reason to hurt him. Hopefully he'll just stay hidden.' Matt reached inside his vest to pull the gun out, when he got it out it was brutally kicked out of his hand, on of the men put a foot on his chest and pushed down. Matt gasped, his ribs could easily break under the strain.

Mello had heard Matt groan. Struggling to be conscious, he turned to see what was going on. One of the men was brutally stepping on Matt, while the other had a gun pointed at his head. Something inside Mello clicked, reaching into the back of his pants; Mello felt his gun tucked safely where he had left it. Slowly he took it out, and pulled himself up from the ground. His left leg and side hurt, having taken most of the impact from the fall. Wincing he struggled to stand, using the car as a shield and support. Aiming the gun, Mello had no second thoughts as he heard Matt scream slightly from what must have been a new broken rib. Pulling the trigger was easy, watching the man who had his foot on Matt's chest convulse as his head seemed to explode from one side, spewing blood. Matt felt the weight lift off of his chest. He saw the man fall backwards half his face torn off. The body hit the ground with a sickening thud, as the other man turned the shoot at Mello. The car next to him deflected the bullets. Mello only had to let off one more shot as the other man crumpled to the ground, his left eye gushing blood.

Matt grimaced as he saw the other man fall, just as dead but not as gory. Matt sat up slowly, "Mello...thank you..." His voice was quiet, he sounded ashamed. 'I should have never lost control of the bike like that.' He felt pathetic, having to rely on Mello to save his own ass.

Mello hobbled over to Matt, half sitting half collapsing down next to him. "You ok?" He asked quietly, worried that maybe they had really hurt Matt. Mello could feel a bruise already starting to form on his left hip, and under his right eye. The impact of hitting the ground had caused painful, but not devastating wounds. Matt however, had taken the real force of the fall.

Matt stood; he swayed a bit on his feet. His back and chest hurt. Luckily or unluckily for him, depending on how you saw it, he had fall off his bike maybe times at high speeds and through that learned how to avoid most serious injuries. However, it was still possible that he had a concussion. He was just happy the assassin didn't break his ribs. He turned to Mello, a fake smile on his face. "I'll live, you're okay right?" He sounded concerned for the blonde, but at the same time annoyed. Albeit the annoyment was toward himself more then Mello. He held his hand out to the blonde. "We need to get out of here...you okay enough to ride one of those?" He jerked his head toward the assassin's bikes.

Mello took Matt's hand, pulling himself up (but mostly by his own power, not wanting to hurt Matt.) "I'll manage, just don't go to fast or I'll lose you." Mello wobbled over to one of the bikes, sliding a leg over and looking for how to turn it on. Once on he turned the kickstand up. The bike swayed dangerously to the left, Mello unable to hold it up with his bad leg. With an enormous amount of effort, he managed to correct himself and steady the bike. Once they got going, keeping it steady wouldn't be a problem.

Matt sighed. He knew that Mello would loose him if he pulled anything like he did before. He walked over to his now destroyed bike. He took the bag off of it; amazingly it was still in pretty good condition. He pulled out a disk shaped machine. He attached it to the bike, and then walked over to Mello. He handed him a communicator, similar to one that he was wearing. "If we get separated this will tell you were to go." He leaned down and kissed Mello softly, then walked over to the other bike and got on. "Put the communicator on now." Matt started the bike. He took off rather slowly down the parking lot ramp so Mello could follow him.

Mello fastened the communicator to himself, kicked off and followed Matt down the ramp. "Are we very far?" He asked, checking to see if the communicator worked.

Matt thought a moment. "Twenty minutes...or so." 'Hopefully we won't run into anything.'

Mello felt bad for having to leave Matt's bike where it lay. He knew how much the man loved that thing (even if it was a dangerous killing machine.) Matt pulled out on to the street, Mello close behind him. The bikes made loud roaring noises as they worked their way down back streets. Street lamps were slowly flickering on as the sun set. Cold and darkness crept in and behind buildings as Matt and Mello weaved their way through parked and silent cars.

They reached the main streets a few moments later, once they were a few miles away Matt pulled out a small detonator and his bike along with that entire floor of the parking lot exploded. The building started to fall. He tossed the detonator off the bridge they were crossing. Hopefully that would through them off of his trail.