Manga: Death Note
Rating: PG-13 to M
Warnings: OOCness, Yaoi, Use of drugs, language, violence, adult situations
Pairing: MelloXMatt
Mello pulled up in front of the house. Matt had slept through most of the ride there, only waking up for a moment or two to look around. Mello pulled up to a large gated entrance. Pulling close enough a metal stand, Mello reached out (With some difficulty, as he was still trying not to wake Matt up and holding his hand) and punched in the security code. The gates opened slowly. The driveway was long, filled with traditional gardens, a small river and bridge, and what looked like a small, run down, traditional house. Mello parked the near the front. Gently, he pulled his hand from Matt's and nudged him. "Matt..." He said quietly. "We're here."
Matt woke up slowly, he groggily looked around. "Where?" He sat up a bit, having slumped in his seat when he fell asleep. He looked at Mello. "Is this yours?" He sounded in awe. He never seen this much land, while the house itself wasn't all that impressive, the land surrounding it was.
Mello looked at the house, then at the gardens. "Watari said it was mine." Mello looked slightly sad. "They died before I could really remember living here." Mello didn't like speaking of the subject. He had very little memories of this place, only being told about it and coming to see it for the first time when he turned eight. "Its part of the family heirloom I guess. So it's all mine." Mello looked at Matt.
Matt bit his lip, "Oh..." He hadn't meant to dig up bad memories. He was the same when it came to his parents. He didn't like to think about it, he didn't like feeling alone, he never had and he never would. He wasn't really a loner, even though in his profession it was a good idea to be one, but he couldn't do it.
Mello sighed, getting out of the car. He waited for Matt to get out before wondering over to the front door. The big wooden doors had a thick lock, keeping them shut. Mello bent over, spinning the dial. After a series of spins, the lock clicked open heavily. Mello pulled the chain off the door and opened it. Light flooded the dusty receiving area. A pair of old shoes still waited on the dust covered floor mats. "It could use some cleaning." Mello walked farther in, not bothering to take his shoes off. Found an old lantern, Mello pulled it off its hook. "Light?" He asked questionably, holding a hand out to Matt, knowing he was a smoker.
Matt smiled. "No, I'm Matt..." He couldn't resist joking with Mello a little. He pulled out his lighter and lit the lantern. Hopefully Mello wouldn't bash him over the head with the now lit lantern for the remark.
Mello grunted, not laughing at the bad joke, yet smiling slightly. "Oh, good one." He said sarcastically. Quickly, Mello cursed himself. Hadn't remarks like this gotten him in trouble, not even a few hours ago? Mello walked into the house, finding a communal sitting room. Continuing down the hall, he found one of the old bedrooms. Walking in, they found it to be considerably less dirty. This room seemed almost untouched. Mello wondered if this had ever been his room. Setting the lantern down, Mello walked over and opened one of the sliding windows to let more light in. An old futon still lay on the floor, ready for a person to sleep in.
Matt gave him a slight smile. Following Mello down the hall he looked around the house. 'You could film a horror movie in here...' he thought. He paused, 'I shouldn't have thought that...' He might have acted like a tough guy, but really, when it came to horror movies he was a complete wimp. He'd watch them, but afterwards wouldn't sleep for weeks. No one noticed because he would be playing video games all night so they just thought it was because of that. He looked around the room that Mello brought them into, this one was less dusty and less creepy then the rest of the house. Still Matt was on high alert for ghosts and such. "You haven't been here in a long time have you?" It was hard to keep his voice steady.
Mello leaned against the wall, his back to the light. "It's been a few years...yeah." Eight to be exact. He didn't like this house. Not at all. The sun was starting to set over the tall walls incasing the gardens. They had to rely more on the lantern as the sun went down. "Should...we find you a room?" Mello thought about where the other sleeping rooms were. "It's on the other side of the house. Or you could just stay here; it should be big enough for both of us." Mello had a hint of sadness in his voice, not wanting Matt to leave.
Matt looked at Mello. He didn't want to leave the blonde, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep in this house and he didn't want Mello to loose out. "I dunno if you want me too...I don't plan to sleep. I need to make sure that I've covered my tracks right so no one else comes after me for a while. We do want to continue to work on the Kira case." It would be difficult if assassins kept showing up on their doorstep. Of course that wasn't really the reason why he was staying awake, but it would probably convince Mello. However, he didn't want to leave the blonde's side for a second. He would probably end up sitting outside the door of Mello's room, one hand on his gun the other on his DS.
Mello frowned, knowing Matt still needed sleep, even if it wasn't as much as him. Leaving the lantern in the room, Mello walked to the door. "Do what you like then." He said, walking into the dark hallway. Only a few doors down and around the corner, was a large bath. Mello remembered this room the most. Walking in blindly, he searched around for the bucket of matches. Finding them, he struck one and held it up. There was an old bath, under it a fire to keep it warm. Throwing the match into the fire pit, Mello found some old wood to throw on. Soon the fire lit the whole room. He then went over to a pump just over the bath. Giving it a few good pumps, slowly water started to come out. 'Good,' Mello thought to himself. 'The old bath still works.' Without having to pump, the water continued to flow out in a steady stream.
Matt gave a slight sigh. He leaned against the wall. He was unsure of what to do. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He looked down at it. Who would call him other then Mello? He picked up his cell phone and looked at it; it was one of his bikes. It was an automatic dialing to inform him that that particular bike had either been destroyed or sustained extensive damage. He frowned. There had been a bomb then, he hadn't expected to go off this late though. He could have stayed and disarmed it. He sighed again. "Oh, well." He hit silence and put his cell back in his pocket and sat down on the ground pulling out his DS.
Once the bath was filled, the room became warm and comforting. Mello smiled inwardly at his work. The deep bath looked more like a pool, and the fire underneath had grown larger. The technology may be old, but the style was still good. Watari had thought him to use this the last time they had stayed here. Mello pealed off Matt's shirt that he had lent him. Next came the bandages that had been turning a disgusting yellow over the past day. The burns on his arm and face would eventually heal, but still looked just as disgusting as before. Mello needed new bandages. Walking out of the bath, Mello wondered back over to the bedroom. "Do you have any extra bandages in the car?" Mello feebly touched the now infected wound.
Matt looked up at Mello. He could tell right away that his wounds had become infected. 'That's not good...' He stood. "Yeah. I'll go get them okay?" He walked out of the room and back the way they had come. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't get lost, but there was always a chance. "I'll be back in a sec!" he called over his shoulder to the blonde before disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.
Mello shrugged and wondered back into the bath. Matt was smart and would find his way there when he found that Mello was no longer in the bedroom. Mello had been cold walking the hallways, but found it had grown much warmer in the bath. Walking over to the bath, Mello tenderly fished out some water with his hand and poured it over the burns on his arm. Hissing slightly from the temperature of the water, and the feeling of something touching the burn, Mello let the water run down his arm.
Matt reached the car a few minutes later. He popped the hood and pulled out the first aid kit. Most would think that he was weird, but he had been in the business long enough that it would come in handy. He shut the trunk and brought it back into the house. He wandered around the house for about ten minutes until he finally found the room that he had left Mello in. He looked around and didn't see him. He sighed. 'Where'd he go?' He looked down the hallway and saw another flickering light. He headed toward it.
Mello tested the temperature of the water in the bath with his hand. For most people, the water would be to hot, but for Mello, hot water had always been better. Fishing more water out, Mello tried his best to clean the infection out with one hand. Water was dripping down his chest as Mello worked. Deciding it wasn't worth it, Mello began to peal and pick at the sticky flesh.
Matt reached the room. He saw Mello and mentally gagged. He winced; the blonde must have been in a lot of pain. He walked over to him. "Stop...you're going to make it worse." He took Mello's arm in his hands gently. He looked over the infected cut then opened the first aid kit. He pulled out a bottle of bluish liquid and a clean cloth. He poured some of the liquid onto the cloth. "This'll hurt a lot." He dabbed the cloth on the infected areas of Mello's cut.
"AHH!" Mello ripped his arm out of Matt's grasp. Instinctively he went to grip his arm, only hurting himself further by touching the infection. He backed away from Matt, looking at the wash cloth. "Ahh...Oww...What the fuck is that?!" Mello couldn't help but pick at a small piece of stray flesh coming off his arm.
"Medicine. It'll help the healing process and it'll kill the infection, if you can stand the stinging." He walked closer to Mello again. "I'm almost done, please let me finish? If we don't do this right you could potentially loose your arm." Okay, so now he was stretching the truth, but he doubted that he could get Mello to agree otherwise. And if his arm really did get worse there was a slight possibility of nerve damage and amputation, but it would have to get really bad, a hell of a lot worse then it was now.
Mello eyed Matt skeptically as he came closer again. His arm? If what Matt was saying was true, then he was right and Mello would have to bear with the stinging. This time Mello let Matt take his arm, standing close to the man and burying his face in the crook of Matt's neck. Mello clenched his fist, not happy about having to let Matt do this.
Matt was glad that Mello was going to allow him to treat his wounds. The man was proud, but hated pain of any sort. It was probably why he kept people at bay. So he couldn't get hurt mentally as much as he got hurt physically. Matt continued to dab the blue liquid on Mello's arm. He knew from experience how much it hurt, but he also knew how much it helped in the long run. When he was done he wrapped Mello's arm in tight bandages with anti-bacterial stuff on them. "We'll change these in the morning." He glanced at the bath, "Don't get them wet..."
Mello was happy that it was over. He could feel the slight tingle of the antibiotics on the bandages. "I didn't plan to; it just makes the house warmer when the bath is on all the time. The nights get really cold here, even in the summer." Mello flexed his arm, testing and observing the bandages. "I'm going to sleep." He stated simply, beginning to walk out of the bath. "Are you really not sleeping?" He asked quietly, looking back.
"Not by myself..." It slipped out before Matt could stop himself. His face went red. 'Dammnit...' How was he supposed to explain that one? He didn't want to tell Mello that the house was giving him the creeps and he couldn't sleep because of that. It would make him look like a weakling. Mello would say he was being stupid. While that might be true, it didn't mean that he could sleep by himself either way.
"Well you're not getting any from me, I drove while you got to sleep, remember?" Mello smirked at Matt. The man was to easily fluster. Matt must be scared of the dark or something. There was no logical explanation for Matt to be so clingy to wherever he was. Maybe he just didn't know his way around? Whatever the reason, Mello shook it off. "Your welcome to stay in the room, just don't make a lot of noise."
"Right..." murmured Matt. He walked over to Mello and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't screw with the bandages, ok?" He walked out of the bath and down the hall back to the room. He grabbed his DS and disappeared into the dark again. He would come out when Mello went to bed and take his place across from the door. To watch until morning.
"No guarantees," said Mello to himself, seeing as Matt had walked away. Whatever, the man could take care of himself. Wondering back over to the bedroom, Mello stood in the door way. A small part of him wanted to know desperately whose room this had been back when he had a life and a family. Had this been his mother's room? It somehow had a warm and welcoming feel even after the years of neglect. He moved into the room, sliding the paper door closed. Farther in the room was a small closet, in which Mello found some more blankets. Laying them over the futon, Mello blew out the lantern and crawled into the bed.
Matt watched the door slide shut and the lantern go out. He moved back in front of the door. He leaned against the wall across from it. Sliding down to the floor he stared at the door. He gave a slight sigh and leaned his head back against the wall. "For I can't help...falling in love with you..." He sang softly, his voice echoing oddly through the silence. He closed his eyes. 'We should be safe here...'