Graffiti chapter 7: Disappear by blackdragonflower
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"How did this happen?"
"I have no idea... they were with us and then poof they were gone..."
"What could have happened to Matt? He was with Mello..." Roger pondered a bit irritated. He was supposed to be looking after these children after all.
"I don't know. I just hope the boy is okay." Roger left the room with the female worker wearing glasses.
A small boy with bright pure white hair tilted his head from where he sat. "He's waking..."
Mello groaned and opened his eyes to stare at the light above him. His thoughts were jumbled. It all oozed back into place soon enough. "Where's Matt?" The blonde asked from his bed in the medical wing of Wammys.
No answer.
"Near..." Mello hissed eyes narrowing to tiny slits.
"Will you be alright Mello?"
"Go away." Mello rolled painfully to his side and yanked the blankets over his head. Near sat quietly for a while then stood.
"If you wish."
"I do. Now leave."
Near hugged his toy robot close to his chest. "Get better soon Mello." The nine year old trotted off without a sound, leaving Mello alone in complete silence.
"Stupid kid…" Mello muttered under his breath and tried to sit up. He rubbed his head wondering how long he'd been out. His fingers grazed across the stitches behind his ear. "What the… damn it…" His fingers ran across about six stitches total there. He pulled up his sleeves and looked at his arms, they were splattered with tons of bruises, purple and black, infected with yellow. There were a few minor cuts too. Mello growled.
The bruises and cuts were not what bothered Mello though. He'd failed to bring Matt home with him, failed. It was because of him that Matt had returned back to the gang, and for that Mello was angry. It was another failure to add to the list that haunted him day and night.
But the blonde eleven year old wasn't going to stand for it, not at all. He climbed out of bed and fell to the floor, his legs giving out from under him. Mello bit his lip, but got up as he gritted his teeth. His left leg throbbed in protest. "Damn it. I'm not going to let this stop me." He got up, wobbly at first, steadied himself, then began to walk towards the door. With every step his left thigh cried out in pain. Mello put his hand against the wall and sighed deeply. It was going to be a long trek back to town. He knew where he could find the help he would need.
"I will get you back to Wammys Matt. I refuse to fail. I will not loose."
He exited the small infirmary and headed for the front door. That's where his shoes would be. The blonde kept a hand on the wall by his side to keep him steady as he walked. He stopped, leaning against the wall, to take a breather. 'They'll help me... I know they will... Just need... to get to the church...'
He began again, his painful trudge forward. Everyone had gone to bed, so his chances of meeting someone were very little. He was however, cautious as he crept through the halls. A cat meowed and Mello shot the feline a glare. "Sh Fluffikinz. You're going to get me caught." The cat blinked, then turned and padded away, as if he had understood what Mello had said. Then again, Mello was the cat's favorite person, so it would be no wonder if they had a type of strange animal to human connection.
Mello smiled seeing his dingy black pair of shoes. He shoved his feet into them -without socks because as of now they were not important- and grabbed his coat. Mello looked around him. No one was there.
"Mello..."
The blonde cringed and turned. Of all people why did it have to be him?
The white haired boy looked curiously at Mello. Then he... smiled. "Good luck finding Matt."
Mello didn't question how the first best at Wammys had figured out what he was doing. What mattered was he could get tattled on. He could be caught. "So Near are you going to tell? Going to win more favor to be L's next successor?" The blonde's eyes were narrowed. Just being in the same room with Near somehow managed to piss him off.
"No. Matt will never come back if I tell... I just wanted to wish you luck and say I hope you find him."
"..." Mello was quiet a moment. He opened the door with a sigh. "Goodbye... thank you." Mello left closing the door behind him. Near smiled weakly again. The nine year old turned around and began to walk back to his room. He'd get in trouble if he was caught out of bed, but he just couldn't sleep. The boy sat in his floor and began to put together the puzzle. He frowned. There was a piece missing.
If you applied this random fact to Wammys, at that moment there was a piece missing, and if Mello got his way the piece would be located and returned as soon as possible.