A/N: Hola. This one is lame and sappy and corny. It's like I get tired and my writing becomes crap. So you get this. Be careful not to choke on the horrid sweetness. Oh, and I apologize for Matt's rather colourful vocabulary. He was not a happy puppy.
Thank you to SincerelyRainbow, Kaze Kimizu, and flamablechoklit for reviewing!
Disclaimer: If I had written Death Note no one would have read it because it would have been made of lame just like this one-shot.
A loud knock at the door startled Matt out of his videogame induced stupor, causing him to drop his controller. He swore under his breath as he noticed the crack in the plastic casing and then again when he character was killed by a swarm of enemies. Stupid door. It was probably one of the neighbor's kids being an idiot again. He hated this apartment.
But, he supposed, this was home. Or at least, as close to home as he would ever get. Growing up in an orphanage his whole life kind of ruled out the possibility of living near family. He didn't have any. Well, he had a brother. Sort of. Not really a brother. After all, they weren't related. But the blonde was long gone. Matt hadn't seen him since he had vanished from the orphanage four years earlier.
At first Matt had searched for Mello. He had looked everywhere, drifting from place to place as he tried to find the closest thing to family he had ever had. Finally, after two years and a trail that was growing ever colder, he had given up. And not just on Mello, but on everything.
"I swear to god," Matt shouted as he made his way to the door. "If this is the Johnson boys again I will shoot you."
He didn't mean it. And the two teen-aged boys the threat was aimed at knew he didn't mean it. But he still said it. Same as always. Same old thing. Same old routine.
One gloved hand grasped the doorknob, wrenching the door open. "What –"
And that was as far as he got. The rest of the words were simply gone. There was nothing he could say. His mind had gone numb and the rest of him had followed suit. Because there before him stood someone he thought he would never see again. Staring back at him from where he stood in the doorway, blue eyes just as cold and as calm as ever, there was Mello.
"Mello…"
"Hey Matt." Mello's voice was soft, little more than a whisper.
"Mello…" Matt stared at him for a moment longer before he finally moved. Mello hardly reacted as Matt punched him hard in the face. What he did react to was Matt hugging him immediately afterward. "You goddamn bastard! I fucking HATE you! Do you know how much I missed you? What the fuck were you thinking!? And where the hell did you disappear to for four fucking years?"
Matt's swearing and ranting was rendered all but pointless by the fact that he sobbed every word of it into Mello's shoulder. Even if he did hit the blonde several more times and even if the words did sting, Mello knew it was out of frustration rather than hatred.
Finally Matt stopped shouting and stopped crying and fell silent. Still, he didn't let go of his friend. It seemed as though he thought that if he let go Mello would vanish again. It was several moments before either of them moved or spoke at all. It was Mello who finally broke the silence.
"Where I went isn't important. I realized that I wasn't going to find what I was looking for out there. So I did the only thing that could help me find what I wanted. I came back."