Graffiti chapter nine: Angel's Lies by blackdragonflower
"Dammit..." Mello growled clutching the side of his leg. "Damn fucking leg..." He leaned against a wall looking at his target. 'I have to make it to the Winchester Cathedral... That's where they'll be... One of them should be hanging out there...' He was glad no one was around. He stumbled his way across the grass and fell right in front of the cathedral's entrance. Slowly he picked himself up and with a hand against the stone began to walk to the side of the religious building. He smiled.
Sitting in a dark corner was a young man with midnight black hair and glasses, scribbling in a miniature notebook. Mello stopped, his smile growing a little wider when the young man looked up at him even though Mello hadn't made a sound. "...Mello?"
"Yeah... Heh... Bet you never thought you'd see me again...eh Christian?" Mello smirked then grimaced. "Dammit..." Christian got up and hurried to Mello's side helping to keep the kid upright.
"What happened?"
"Rulebreakers... that's what fucking happened!"
"... I see." Christian tucked his notebook and pen into his sweatshirt's pocket.
Mello growled his eyes narrowing. "I came here because I knew one of you would be here..."
"We're that apparent?" Christian smiled adjusting his glasses. "I'm sure you want to see Dante and Seraph correct?"
"Yeah... Can you take me there? I don't know where the hideout is since I haven't seen them in such a fucking long time." Mello sighed. "I'm so damn tired..."
"Get on my back..."
"What? Hell no!"
"Mello. You're hurt and probably pushed yourself too far already. At the very least let me carry you a little ways." Mello growled.
"I don't need you to carry me!"
"Please stop being so stubborn Mello. It's unnecessary."
"..." The blonde crosses his arms.
The young man in a blue hoody sighed. "Think of it this way Mello, if you let me carry you a little way we will get there faster. You can get Seraph and Dante's help for whatever it is sooner."
It was sound logic. Mello couldn't quite argue with it, but his pride said otherwise. Biting back his own protest of it Mello finally nodded. Christian knelt down and Mello grabbed around the seventeen year old's neck. Christian secured Mello and began to walk forward. "Don't think that I'm a weakling because of this. I could have walked myself there." The blonde mumbled with a grouchy tone. Christian silently walked except the steady rhythm of his breathing. Mello winced as his leg rubbed the wrong way. "You're pretty strong for just eating vegetables all day..." With that Christian chuckled.
"You know being a vegetarian isn't just about eating vegetables Mello. I've already told you this."
"I still don't believe it."
"That's okay... but I'm lugging your butt so you can't diss my eating habits. If I remember correctly you hardly ate anything at all except junk."
"Shut up." Mello snapped.
"... So why are you coming back to Angel's Lies?"
"I'm not going to say yet. The less I have to say it the better."
"Alright." The seventeen year old looked up into the sky stopping just a minute. "It's amazing isn't it?" Mello rolled his eyes.
"Yeah."
"You know Mello... if you appreciated the everyday beauty around you I'm sure you'd be a much happier person."
"I don't have time to be happy anymore... I never had the time to be happy." Mello muttered softly into his arm.
"Sorry for offending you." Christian replied and started up again. "We should get there soon."
"I brought a visitor." Christian panted carrying Mello into the hideout of Angel's Lies. Cozy, spacious, and well taken care of.
"Hell! What happened to you Mello!?" A man in a black trench coat and urban camouflage pants tucked into military style boots questioned. "You look like you got hit by a fucking truck!"
The blonde's lip twitched up. "Wouldn't that be nice Dante?" Mello slid off Christian's back with a slight wince and took a seat.
"Seraph here?" Mello looked around. As if she was called the young woman in all white attire -except a black vest- materialized into the room.
"Someone needed me?" She quickly spotted Mello. "Ah. You returned. It's nice to see you Mello... What brings you back?"
"I... need your help." Mello grumbled. He hated asking for help, it made him feel like such a child.
"Hey kid... what do you need our help for?" Dante leaned forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees.
Mello leaned back into the chair and took a deep breath. Christian was now curled up on one of the sofas and Seraph was sitting on the arm of Dante's chair. Mello had to chuckle they clashed, black against white, like ying and yang. "I see he's still off."
"Yes. He is. He told us about the new recruit Rulebreakers has."
"You mean the one they use to have that they forced to come back."
"Yes." Seraph's dark blue eyes probed the boy, "I suppose you know of it because you were there?"
"They made you bait, didn't they kid?"
"In a way, yes. If that stupid ass hadn't opened his mouth they wouldn't have known I was Michael's son!"
"They know!" Dante stood. Seraph put a hand on his shoulder, and he sat slowly back down.
"Yes."
Seraph bit the inside of her cheek in thought. "Who is this member? We haven't gotten message lately from inside of Rulebreakers as to who exactly it is."
"His name is Matt. I want him out of there... that is why I came here for help." Mello's fingers dug into the soft lining of the chair's arms.
"Why's he so important?" Christian questioned writing something in his notebook.
"He's... my friend." Mello muttered. "I'm not sharing."
"Can you tell us what he looks like? If we're going to plan a raid or something we'll need to know who exactly we're rescuing now don't we?" Dante grinned.
Mello felt a small smile creep up his face. He liked it here at Angel's Lies. All these people were older than him, but they respected him, treated him as an equal, as a friend.
"Matt is a dork firstly. He wears striped shirts, blue jeans, and these weird goggles on his head. His hair is messy all the time and bright red as if you lit him on fire."
"Yeah?"
"When we were both back at Wammys he was always playing videogames of some sort to keep him busy."
"You mean Wammys orphanage?"
"Yeah that's the one."
"That's where you've been this whole time?"
"Yup. Good ole' Wammys. Hey it's free food and I got something going for me there, so I can't complain too much."
"You escaped and came here... to find us in your condition..." Seraph said aloud with a slight smirk. "You really are your father's son Mello."
"Yeah..." Mello sighed.
"Well what are we waiting for? We might as well start planning a rescue mission now!" Dante laughed happily. "It's been awhile..."
"We should wait for a message to come first... see what Rulebreakers is up to. Where they're keeping Matt... Where he's allowed to go and so forth."
Mello closed his eyes, many thought trains running through his mind. If he weren't the way he was right now, he would have just stormed the damn place and stolen back his friend. The blonde knew how to make a couple homemade bombs, yeah, no problem! But sitting tight? He didn't know if he could do it. 'I must wait... or else Matt could get hurt when we storm their base. Damn it. Why does he matter so fucking much to me?'
The blonde's eyes opened when he realized why exactly he was possibly risking his life for the redhead. 'He's the first one to ever pay attention to me... Matt's the first person who dealt with me all the time, enough to be my friend... And he tried to save me... DAMN IT!' Mello's cold blue eyes glanced over every insignificant detail of the room.
"Well... let's get to planning in case we don't receive a message any time soon. The more prepared we are the better."
"Alright. Let's begin."
Christian remained silent as the three others conversed. He would have to send a message to Kara. He added in a few random ideas every once in awhile but mostly jotted down notes on what they said or drew small diagrams detailing whatever Dante was drawing with a finger onto the table between them all. Mello grinned.
'I'm coming to get you Matt. Be patient just a little longer. I'm coming to get you from those assholes.'