Hey all c: Since I'm going on a holiday and it will be my turn to write a chapter, I might not have it up for a fair while. I'll try my best to write it c: Thanks for all the reviews.
Matt's POV
I felt like crying but was trying to hold myself together. I didn't want to cry and look weak in front of Mello. I didn't want to show him how badly it affected me when he left. I felt his hand go through my hair gently. "I don't remember any of that. Well, I can remember a few things, but not much. A few years ago, I was with my group, and we were all pretty drunk. I was the youngest, still am, and they dared me to take a bunch of pills. I can't remember what type they were now. I wanted to prove myself to them, so I did. I took about.. Twenty? Twenty five? I think I fainted, because when I woke up, I was being treated in a hospital and had been in a pretty serious condition for a while. Because of that, I can't remember half of my past." He explained in a soft and kind tone to me. It actually sounded like he cared. "Matty, don't cry." He murmured, being able to see tears in my eyes.
I bit my bottom lip. "...I'm not." I spoke lowly. I now felt better composed. This was the reason why I didn't like to bring up the past. It mentally broke something down in me every time. After the day Mello left, I remember growing very sad. Every day, I had been sad. I rarely smiled. I was rarely happy. Those feelings didn't come to me after Mello left me that day. I let out a low sigh. I guess after hearing Mello's side of the story, I got a bit of a better understanding as to why he couldn't remember anything from our past. I was relieved to know he hadn't died when gulping down a bunch of pills. That was stupid for him to do. Then again, Mello always had been like that when I had been with him. It had been an obvious trait he had. It seemed that hadn't changed.
"Tell me all the things you do remember then." I said, curiousity now blossoming. I let my eyes open half-way to stare down at him. I liked how his fingers moved through my hair. It felt nice and somewhat memorable. Mello looked back at me with those piercing eyes he had, the ones I had grown so much feelings for.
"I remember leaving the orphanage by myself, and being scared for some reason. I remember teasing you when you played video games and stealing chocolate from the pantry. We used to argue about who was better at playing Mario, and I used to scare you when I could. I remember hiding your stuff, and I used to threaten to break your goggles. I'm sure that's all you'll want to know - I doubt my mafia memories would interest you." He replied, still speaking softly. "I'm sorry for leaving you, Matty."
I went quiet and blinked, noticing Mello had seemed to only remember the annoying moments we had together. But it still was something. I knew I had particularly hated arguing with him over Mario because the argument would seem to go on and on forever with us. I mentally shook my head while continuing to look down at him. I still had feelings for him and they were gradually coming out. "Don't worry about it. It's over." I said with a small shrug, forgiving him. I felt a bit better after listening to him telling me everything. Especially at hearing him say sorry to me. Even though I did forgive him, I still was going to be cautious since I didn't think it would be smart to just turn into that naive little boy that went along with whatever Mello wanted me to do.
Mello appeared to almost want to smile now, obviously glad to hear I was willing to drop the issue. "Good. I don't like dwelling on things. Oh, and I lied. I'm not going anywhere." I assumed he was referring to not getting off me now. "I'll untie you if you promise not to run off." He proposed. Well, I wasn't planning to do that... not now, at least. "Will you be able to hack into the FBI?" He asked me a few moments later while continuing to play with my hair. I nodded, keeping my gaze trained on him. I saw a smirk then appear on his face, and I wondered what was going through his mind. "You know, you're really good looking." He said in a smooth tone, finally getting off me but still choosing to remain close.
I sat still, not able to move much with being tied up. I didn't know if he was aware of it or not but I still was going to be a bit guarded around him. I didn't really mind the closeness, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. I still wasn't quite ready to give all my trust to him yet. "So..." I gave in reply as if not caring. Unfortunately, I felt a blush come on and I kept my focus away from Mello so he wouldn't catch it. It was the damn feelings I had for liking him all these years coming over me. I had to admit to myself that I still really liked him.
I inwardly sighed deeply. I was still annoyed with being tied up like an animal now. "Look, you can untie me. I'm not going to run away. I promise. I don't even know my way around this area anyway." I frowned and gave a shrug. I saw him then go to face me and put a hand behind me to start loosening the ropes. I could tell he looked to a bit annoyed at doing it, but I couldn't have cared less.
Once he was done and I was released, he went back messing gently in my hair a bit more. I felt a warm feeling go through me at the feeling. "Oh, and I don't want you wearing those goggles all the time. They annoy me. You have very pretty eyes." He afterward stated with a frown, watching me.
I stood from the couch and shook my arms a little, even going to massage my wrists a bit as they had grown a stiff. "Bout time..." I grumbled. I rolled my eyes at his demand upon my goggles. My goggles were like a second skin on me. I hardly took them off. But even so, I admired his comment toward my eyes. I wasn't going to let him know that, though. Of course not. "Yeah, yeah." I mumbled and gave the place a long look. I hadn't done that when arriving in it after all. "...got any games around here?" I casually asked.
I could sense Mello was watching me and secretly I smirked a bit at it. He obviously felt attracted toward me and it was fun to tease him with it now – just like he had done to me when we were kids. "I've got a couple in the drawers under the TV. But if you use them, you'll owe me chocolate." He mentioned.
I blinked, confused by his words. "What do you mean? Do I have to buy you chocolate or something?" I stated and began to head over to the drawers to look in them. "I hope you got some good choices in here and nothing that sucks." I afterward stated while looking through his games.