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Gone Through the Wind

Original Author: Seiren_Sekito . Any and all credit goes to her. Thanks so much, and enjoy! xD

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Seiren's Special Note to Readers: Watch the Weather Channel once in awhile. That's where this (admittedly stupid) idea came from.

Seiren's Disclaimer:

Matt: *singing horribly off-key to Barney theme* They create, you
review, they don't own so we don't sue...

Mello: MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!!

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~Gone Through the Wind~

It was a blustery, hot day in Los Angeles, a day that promised a storm in the not too far off distance. Already the wind speeds were reaching up and beyond 60 mph, and yet there were many people down on the streets, braving the storm, or… well, living there.

Up on the rooftop of a high building full of places such as a nail salon, fancy restaurants, a Barnes & Noble, etc etc, stood two very familiar figures.

Matt stared at Mello. The man couldn't possibly be serious…it was obvious he was a little, if not a lot, tipsy, and not in the best frame of mind. The video game champion took a deep breath, attempting to gain control of the situation.

"So to sum things up, you want me to abandon all care, take off my vest and goggles, jump off of this four-story high building, and try… to fly."

Mello nodded eagerly, rubbing his hands together in delight.

"Yeah, that's right. You're light enough, the wind should be able to take you at least a block before gently setting you down."

"Wait a moment." Matt interrupted suddenly, taking a deep breath and lifting one hand to cover his face with a large sigh. "Let's backtrack, okay? SHOULD. As in, not WILL. Have you ever heard of Murphy's Law, Mello? You want me to jump off this roof with that hanging over my head?"

Mello stared blankly at him. "Yeaaaaah, that is the general idea. You jump off the roof and fly."

Matt took a deep breath, his left eyelid beginning to spasm violently. "What happens, if –say—it doesn't work?" he bellowed at the blond, snatching the hand covering his face down so that Mello could feel the full extent of the gamer's ire.

Mello paused abruptly in his gleeful crowing, head coming up and brow furrowing as if that possibility had never occurred to him.

"You'll fall, I suppose. Stop being childish Matt- you can handle it."

Matt peered dubiously over the rooftop and stared into the massive plaza that the building was a part of. Below, hundreds of pedestrians scurried back and forth, like a bunch of little ants just begging for a malicious 7-year-old with a magnifying glass to come and fry them. It looked like an awfully long way down to him… The gamer gave in to Mello's persistent badgering with a sigh, then stripped off his vest and goggles, allowing a momentary loss of sight due to extreme brightness, causing a moan of pain and a rubbing of the temples. With a last sullen glance over his shoulder and a mutter of, "If I die, it'll be all your fault," he launched himself off the rooftop and into the empty airspace beyond.

It was euphoria. Matt smirked softly to himself. Perhaps this hadn't been such a bad idea after all… The feeling of weightlessness, being carried from one soft gust of air to the other, was the closest that he supposed one like him would ever get to heaven. He could just stay like that forever, caring about nothing, bothered by nothing, all alone in his own peaceful world…

Or at least, he could have, had Murphy not seen enough and decided to put his law into effect.

The peace was shattered abruptly as Matt let loose a blood curdling "Yaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!" and went plummeting to the ground below. The young man wind milled his arms frantically about him in a last-ditch attempt to save himself from a humiliating death as a splatter upon the toes of sandaled pedestrians. He was yanked abruptly out of his headlong descent as one of his hands caught on a large purple curtain that cloaked the large windows of Barnes & Noble to promote the latest House of Night novel release.

Matt clung on with all his might, desperately clawing his way up the plush velvet as his legs kicked uselessly in the air behind him. He began to swear loudly, bellowing insults at Mello and God and Navi and Edward and anything else that he could think of at the moment at the top of his lungs.

Then the drapes ripped.

Matt froze in horror at the telltale sound of fabric rending, and then bounced down the wall for the seven yards remaining between him and the floor. His last thought before passing out was, God, the press are going to have a field day with this…

Mello peered owlishly over the railing, biting a Milky Way in bemusement and watching as his friend's prone form was quickly surrounded by curiously whispering people with melting ice cream cones.

"That's odd… I was sure that he could fly in this weather…"

The freakish blond wandered off down the fire escape, muttering to himself.

"Eh whatever. There's always next time…."

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Author Note from Misseh: Lol I don't know why, but I just like the idea of Matt flying. And Mello was just priceless. Anyway, thanks for listening to me drabble. xD