Author's note: Sorry it took so long... I had MAJOR writers' block and I sprained one of my fingers... so it hurt to type this. -;
I apologize for any spelling/grammer errors that may have occured...
Warning: Boy/boy, swearing, OCness.
Disclaimer: Me no own Death Note... though I wish I did.
I think that's it... don't forget to review.
Mello held the phone in his hands, wondering if he should hit the call button. The number highlighted in red was Matt's, but the blonde couldn't bring himself to call.
It was his choice to leave… Mello told himself; he could feel the anger bubbling up inside him, threatening to spill over.
The blonde decided to slide the phone across the floor before he threw it, which would have inevitably happened.
The black Nokia didn't get far before it started vibrating.
The blonde snatched up the phone and examined the number.
False alarm. The Mafia.
"Yes?" Mello answered.
"We got a techie for you… he's coming over to your place." The other man stated before Mello hung up.
"Great!" Mello snarled sarcastically. He stretched his arm back, phone in hand, and launched the device across the room with a grunt.
Pieces of technology joined the still-intact technology on the floor.
"Damn it all!!" The shooter yelled before storming into the kitchen for chocolate.
Matt felt himself, inside someone's bag, being thrown not-too-gently into the cargo area of the airplane.
"That's it." A deep voice boomed.
The loading door slammed shut and Matt heard the engine roar to life minutes later. The redhead figured it safe to come out.
He unzipped the large blue duffel bag he had been hiding n and crawled out on top of a tiny red suitcase.
"I made it…" Matt murmured, reclining against another passenger's bag.
The aircraft took its speedy trip down the runway and Matt clung to a heavy suitcase so he didn't go soaring into the opposite wall. The plane took to the air; the gamer sighed and closed his eyes.
In his mind, icy blue eyes appeared before him… blue eyes he recognized to be Mello's; they looked deep into him, heart and mind… finding thoughts even he himself didn't know he had and… finding some that he did quite well. Those blue eyes knew exactly what he was feeling and thinking.
Matt blushed, but then shivered when he thought about what Mello would do if he found out Matt's thoughts about him and feelings for him.
"If I ever go back… I'll find out exactly what that reaction is…" Matt vowed before closing his eyes and slipping into a troubled sleep.
Mike… that's what his name was.
Mello slid away from his new techie, staring in disgust at the man. Mike had greasy brown hair, a pudgy face and enormous waste line.
The blonde truly understood now what people had meant by 'lazy Americans.'
Mello was Dutch, and the only American he knew really well was Matt. The redhead was lazy, but it didn't show… unlike Mike.
The couch groaned in protest when Mike repositioned himself slightly over the computer.
The brunette's skills were great, but they didn't compare to Matt's.
Mello propped his elbows up on his knees, sighed, and massaged his temple with his forefingers.
"What's wrong, boss?" Mike's surprisingly high-pitched voice asked. The shooter gave Mike a sideways glance before returning his gaze to a wrinkle in his leather pants.
The blonde sighed again and pushed a few strands of blonde hair away from his eyes. "Nothing, just keep working." Mello demanded irritably.
Mike simply nodded and went back to typing furiously on the keyboard.
Inside Mello's head, a mocking voice laughed, then sneered, "That fat ass can't type nearly as fast as Matt can."
Matt woke with a start when he felt his body being jerked along inside the bag he was currently occupying.
Oh shit! How long have I been asleep? Where am I?! The gamer thought desperately. Taking a deep breath, Matt forced himself to gain composure. He listened to what was going on around him.
I can't just listen and expect to get somewhere like Mello can! The redhead told himself.
Reaching slowly toward the zipper, Matt swatted away the red locks that covered his eyes. He silently opened the zipper and peered out through red-tinted goggles.
The gamer saw that he was on a conveyer belt; were the passengers come to pick up their luggage. Taking advantage of his timing, Matt squeezed his eyes shut and wished for the best.
Unzipping the bag in one quick motion, the gamer flew out of the bag and sprinted for an exit.
A door, window, whatever he could find… as long as he didn't get caught by security. The redhead easily spotted a door and dashed for it.
He shoved his way through the pushing crowd; brisk air met him as he passed through the crowded threshold.
I get this is home for now… The gamer thought.
Matt strode down the sidewalk; a thought concerning Mello's safety tugging at his mind. He knew the blonde hadn't worked out all of the kinks in his risky plan.
Mello was planning to eliminate a group of homicidal Kira supporters… or at least attempt. Though it sounded relatively simple, this group had several members all over and a tight security system. If they spotted you trying to disturb their headquarters… they would send someone to kill you without hesitation.
Though the blonde knew these risks, Matt was sure Mello wouldn't beck down just because he, as the techie and driver, had left… he'd just find someone to take his spot.
Unsure of what to do, the redhead pulled out a cigarette and jammed it between his lips. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a lighter, igniting the tube that lay between his lips.
Taking a long drag from the cigarette, Matt walked over to a phone booth; relieved that the nicotine was calming his senses.
"No… he didn't…!" Mello yelled incredulously as he stared at the empty street where Matt's car had been.
"Matt… that bastard! He took the car even though he knows I need it for next Thursday!" The blonde yelled irritably. He slammed his fist against the brick wall of the apartment building, earning a few puzzled looks from people passing by.
Cursing under his breath, Mello climbed the stairs back to the apartment he used to share with Matt.
He reached the third floor and jammed a small key into the lock.
The shooter slammed the door behind him as he stormed in. Mello strode into the kitchen and grabbed a bar of chocolate.
The blonde pulled back the wrapper and bit into the cocoa-based treat. Feeling his anger dissipate slowly, Mello sauntered into the living room, only to walk right into a very flustered Mike.
"Boss! There's this weird guy on the phone, he says he needs to talk to you!" The brunette shrieked, trying to shove the phone into Mello's hands.
"Well, who the hell is it?!" The shooter demanded.
Mike recoiled slightly at the intensity in the other's voice.
"I don't know… all he said is that if I don't give the phone to you he'll set up a bomb that will blow my ass into next week…!" Mike recited, dropping the phone into Mello's hands and leaving the room in a hurry.
Coward… Mello thought.
The blonde hesitated before putting the device to his ear.
"Who the hell is this?" Mello inquired sharply.
There was a familiar chuckle on the other end. "Just what kind of idiot did you replace me with, Mello? You find him at the 'Geek Squad gone bad' tea party?" The voice asked teasingly.
The blonde was taken aback. "Matt?" He asked dubiously. Mello heard what sounded like an amused snort on the other end.
"I believe that's what I'm called now." Matt replied, his voice distorted from static on his end.
The shooter let out an aggravated sigh. "Where the hell are you?!" Mello demanded.
There was a pause on the other line. "You know that's not the first thing on your mind." Matt stated flatly.
Mello stayed silent.
"Now, I was expecting more of a 'Matt, you bastard, burn in hell!' or maybe a 'Great Matt, you've really fucked things up for me now.'" The redhead suggested.
"Whatever, Matt! What did you call for then?" The blonde asked crossly.
Now it was Matt's turn to pause; holding the phone to his ear with his right hand and cigarette to his lips with the left.
"I was getting there." Matt replied, the teasing tone that had been in his voice was now nearly gone. "Did you read that note I left you?" The gamer asked after a moment's hesitation.
"Yeah, what the f-"
"I'm explaining that." Matt said nonchalantly, cutting off the blonde's sentence.
"I said something about how you don't like me as much as I like you, right?" The redhead asked, his voice taking on a deeper, thicker voice.
"Yeah…" Mello replied on the other line.
Matt sighed, choosing his next words carefully.
I guess I can't wait until I physically see him again… Matt thought as he took a breath.
"Mello, what I meant by that… I… don't think of you as my friend… I can't." The gamer stated carefully.
"Oh, so you're tired of taking my shit… and now hate me?" The shooter asked indifferently.
Matt flinched… did Mello really not care whether or not he hated him?
"No," Matt replied after a moment, his voice barely a whisper and barely audible over the static, "Not at all, Mello, I…love you."
Heh... that's it for now... Tell me what you think.
By the way... the next chapter probably won't be up for awhile, me being lazy and all.
Emma, you better not be reading this story!!!