A/N: Sorry this took so long... I've been really busy and lazy. Um.. a few side notes... I imagined this taking place... after the Takada incident but Kira hadn't been captured... eh, I dunno'. I hope that this makes up for how long you've waited. :)
Warnings: Language, boyXboy, and stuff like that.
Disclaimer: Me no own Death Note.
I hope you guys like...
When Matt heard no answer on the other line he took a deep breath; clutching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white
When Matt heard no answer on the other line he took a deep breath; clutching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. After what seemed like hours to the redhead but in reality only minutes, Mello shifted the phone on the other end and spoke, "That's ridiculous, Matt. Stop being weird, are you going to get your ass back here or not?"
A lump formed in Matt's throat. His stomach was tying itself into knots, his heart felt as if a bullet had been lodged through it.
No, it hurt more than any bullet, much, much more.
Matt's gloved hands shook as he gripped the phone. His other hand clenched at his side, leaving crescent cuts on his palm. The redhead's mind searched for a response.
He choked on words he couldn't comprehend.
He couldn't breathe.
Just as suddenly as his emotions came they left. His hand now lay limply at his side. It shouldn't have been a surprise… what was he expecting? A mushy confession of love? He couldn't help but feel… disappointed.
The gamer exhaled, as if he was going to rid himself of all those emotions through that breath.
"No, Mello, I don't think I'll be coming back. You can manage without me." Matt said as nonchalantly as possible.
Mello took a breath to reply, but Matt hung up the phone with a slam, afraid of what his feelings for the blonde might drive him to say.
The redhead trembled, stumbling back and falling against the wall of the small booth.
The gamer looked at the ground, eyes wide with emotions; roughly running his fingers through his hair.
Matt tried to stop his mind from racing, tried to stop all of the thoughts going in and out of his head.
If I die, will a game over screen pop up so I can just hit retry? Please? He thought desperately.
Matt took a deep breath and sank to the floor, his knees coming up beneath his chin. Clutching his legs close to him, Matt dug his finger nails into the denim-covered flesh of his thigh.
The gamer hid his face as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
Where can I stay? The redhead thought numbly.
Matt knew that all of this was going to hit him hard later. At the moment, Matt was thankful for the numbness.
Mello threw the phone back onto the couch.
"Damn it all!!" Mello shouted furiously, kicking the wall closest to him.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Mello accented each curse with a kick to the wall.
The blonde stormed into the kitchen, the now dented wall abandoned, and snatched a bar of chocolate from the cabinet.
"Mike, you fucking coward, stop hiding in the bathroom!!" The blonde yelled across the apartment. A small click signified that Mike had opened the door, even if it was just a crack.
"Mike… now!!" The shooter yelled furiously, "Don't make me get you myself! God knows that'll be messy!!" He added threateningly.
The brunette came stumbling out of the bathroom; eyes filled with worry as he stared at the fuming blonde.
"W-who was that?" Mike dared to ask.
Mello sighed, his eyes softening the slightest bit.
"Matt." The blonde replied quietly, shifting his gaze to the trash-covered floor.
Mike made a choking sound, and Mello looked up. What was Mike… laughing (?) …at?
"That's that idiot that I replaced, right? Geez, what a pussy, running away just because you 'hurt his feelings.'" Mike mocked, laughing a strangled sounding cackle.
Mello's fist connected with the brunette's nose before Mike could calm down.
Said brunette yelped out in pain and doubled over holding his bloody nose.
"Don't insult Matt; you can't even come close to matching him… in anything. If Matt's a pussy, then no words can describe your cowardice and ignorance." The shooter hissed, rage coursing through his veins.
Mello stormed out of the apartment without a second thought; leaving his jacket on the couch, and slamming the door behind him. The blonde flew down the hallways and down the stairs, barely noticing the chilling rain that beat against his bare skin.
Mello slowed to a walk, his boots making heavy footfalls as he shuffled down the sidewalk.
Defeated, Mello sat down on a bench, elbows propped on his knees, cradling his head in his hands.
What am I so angry about? I'm still pissed off and still have the urge to shoot Mike until he looks like Swiss cheese… The blonde's thoughts were interrupted when he heard quiet footsteps.
Mello looked up to see a man that appeared to be in his thirties approaching him.
"You look like you're in a bit of a problem." The man spoke with a deep voice and slight New Yorker's accent, his dark blonde hair covering his eyes.
"I… guess you could say that… my friend is being stubborn and won't come back to help me with… something." Mello replied vaguely. The man smiled, and unreadable emotion in his eyes.
"I know how you feel…" He said, taking a seat right next to Mello on the bench, "I know someone like that; no matter how many times I call him, threaten him, or show up at his apartment he won't come back to me… he said he's found someone else." He finished.
Mello started to feel uneasy. He had left his gun in his jacket, which was on the sofa, and this guy was starting to freak him out.
"What do you know; we have something in common…" The older blonde mumbled, inching closer to Mello. The shooter felt himselfflinch.
As if someone had just flipped on a switch in his mind, Mello realized how cold it was and shivered.
"Are you cold…?? Hmm… what is your name?" The man asked, giving Mello an innocent look.
Even though he knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, the blonde replied, "Mello."
The older blonde smirked. "Mello?" The sinister smirk twisted his features, "I'm Kevin… So I ask you now, are you cold, Mello?" He asked in a slight whisper, leaning closer to him.
Mello felt Kevin's fingers touch his arm, sliding up to his shoulder and back down to his wrist in a slow motion. As Kevin got closer, Mello could feel his warm breath on his neck. He cringed.
"I can fix that…" Kevin said huskily in his ear, setting his hand on Mello's thigh, inching his hand farther up.
Mello reached for his gun, but remembered that he had left it at home.
If Matt was here this wouldn't be a problem. Matt would kill that Kevin guy if he even looked at you the wrong way. He has always protected you… A voice in Mello's head whispered.
The blonde, with nothing else he could do, punched Kevin, his fist connecting with Kevin's jaw. In the second that Kevin was knocked away from him, Mello sprinted back down the sidewalk to the apartment.
Mello burst back into the apartment, his wet hair sticking to his face and neck. The leather he was wearing was incredibly slippery and uncomfortable.
The blonde looked around briefly for his chubby techie.
Ran away because of a punch? Damn that's funny… and he was making fun of Matt…
Mello peeled off the leather gloves that covered his hands, the water in his hair forming droplets at the edges, then falling down and splashing onto the laptop beneath him. The blonde didn't care, it was Mike's laptop anyway.
Throwing the wet gloves on a nearby table, Mello wandered over to the bathroom, deciding to take a well needed shower.
Mello let out a sigh, the hot water beating against his back. The blonde imagined all of his problems and stress going down the drain like the water at his feet. He couldn't deny that he was stressed. Mello let out another sigh, massaging shampoo through his blonde hair.
The shooter remembered what Matt always used to do when he found out that Mello was under stress.
Damn, would you quit doing this to yourself?He'd ask, looking at Mello with concerned, goggle-covered eyes. Mello would try to get him to leave with a dismissive gesture or two, but Matt would drag him away to bed and make him lay down.
He'd leave for a couple minutes, and then come back with a freshly made chocolate shake. After Mello had downed the shake, Matt would insist that Mello take a nap. Sometimes the redhead would give him a back massage to help him sleep.
The blonde recalled a few times that Matt had sung him to sleep. In Mello's opinion, Matt wasn't a bad singer; his voice neither too high nor too deep.
Mello sighed again, the now-cold water pulling him from his memories. The blonde stepped out of the shower and wrapped a bright red towel around his lithe body. Only when he looked in the mirror did he realize that the towel matched his face.
After shutting the shower off, Mello sauntered into his messy room, absently pulling on his boxers and a black, baggy pajama t-shirt of Matt's; why would Matt care if he wore his clothes? He wasn't even there.
Mello spread out on his bed, telling himself that he needed a break. Matt would have agreed. In his mind, Mello thought out his plans for the following day.
He needed some kind of transportation for his attack at the end of the week, so the blonde decided that the first thing he'd do tomorrow was break into one of Matt's garages and steal one of his motorcycles.
He figured that should be revenge enough on Matt for taking the car with him wherever he had gone. Revenge for Matt leaving would be much more severe, Mello decided, much worse.
So... sorry if this isn't what you hoped for... but this is how it goes! Review please, I need motivation!