Once again, Mello and I were alone in the research room. I was making deductions about Mikami and using my finger puppets. I'd almost forgot Mello was there. Until I realized he had fallen asleep next to me.
His head rested on his arms, on the table. The blonde looked almost, no definitely angelic, with a few strands of his golden hair falling across his face, his steady constant breathing, placid expression.
I then indulged myself in gently stroking his hair, and discovered I greatly enjoyed the smooth texture. But then Mello started sleep-talking.
"I...I'm sorry...please forgive me! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I really loved you!"
He was sorry...?
"No I-I mean love not loved I swear I am sorry...I'm sorry M...
I gently shook Mihael and his ice blue eyes shot open.
"Matt? He gasped. Oh...Near..."
Mello picked his head up off the tabletop surface and turned away in the swivel chair. He moved the mouse to get the computer out of screensaver mode, it had fallen asleep when he did.
"You should go to bed." I suggested.
"I'm fine." Mello grunted. Keeping his eyes averted to the computer screen.
"You had a dream that disturbed you didn't it?"
"My dreams don't disturb me."
"Yes they do."
"You know I hate you, right?"
I sighed.
He yawned.
"Yes I think you should go to bed."
"I don't feel like *yawn* sleeping..."
"You mean you don't feel like dreaming."
"I told you already, my dreams don't disturb me."
"Come on Mello...I'm going to bed too.'You'll be lonely if you stay up here all alone.
Later when I was sleeping I heard crashing about from down the hall. You can probably guess who it was
I slipped out from under the white sheets and opened the door to find out what was going on with Mello.
He was sleep attacking again. Mello punched and kicked at the walls and occasionally yelled curse. His eyes were open this time, but he was asleep.
(I got inspired from a book that has a girl that sleepwalks with her eyes open. It's called this dark endeavor, I forget who it's by.)
"I hate...I hate you! I hate Near! I will kill you! I will get you!" I hate you Nate!
"Oh no Mello!" I exclaimed and tried to wake him by shaking.
"Get away from me!" he swatted at me.
I resorted to just slapping him and the blonde awoke, startled.
"Oh...where...am I?" he glanced around and his eyes fell upon me.
"Gah! Near!" Mello exclaimed and jumped backwards.
"Mello...you said you hated me."
"I...oh no...Near..." Mello blinked back tears.
"Come on."
The black clad blonde allowed me to lead him to my room, which resembled the quarters in an insane asylum, minus the restraints of coarse.
We sat down on the white sheets of my bed Mello looked nervous and slightly confused.
"You said you hate me...in your sleep..." I started awkwardly.
"Near...I-I'm sorry..."
I touched his arm with my hand, but he swatted it away.
"Don't touch me!" Mihael sounded more fearful than angry.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"You...don't want to know..."
"Mello, if I didn't want to know I wouldn't be asking."
"Fine." Mello pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them." I dreamt I was dead. I was in a dark black place with dark black trees. Then...Matt came out if the shadows and said...he hated me because I love you...and...Never mind..."
"What is it Mihael?" I scooted over to him to give Mello a hug. Which, this time was returned.
"I'm...afraid...I've loathed you for so long I'm afraid it's permanent...that there is a small part of me that still hates you..."
But even as he said so, Mello pressed his lips to mine. His eyes closed, so did mine. He was warm, we were so close together.
I felt the blonde's tongue push against my lips. I accepted this and felt around his mouth with my own tongue. There were vague tastes of chocolate. I soon realize I would need air soon, and was about to pull away when I felt and unexpected sharpness puncture my lip.
He'd bit me. The only other time Mello had bit me was when he was five and he got mad at me for something, I forget what and had chewed my arm and left a mark. But now, fifteen years later, he bit my lip so hard I felt blood run down my chin in a thick stream.
Naturally I shoved him away, which only made the cuts in my lower lip deeper. I fell on the bedspread panting and stared up at Mello, who had blood around his mouth as well.
"You...you bit me! Why did you do that?"
He wasn't surprised or shocked or anything. Mello was oddly calm. I wondered if he'd bit Matt before.
His tongue that had been in my mouth a minute before licked his lips, drinking the fresh blood he'd drawn from me, like a vampire. Then he moved onto my mouth and lapped the red liquid from my chin.
"I told you Nate. I told you there was still some hatred for you in me."
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