# 37 Cave
(A/N: This is set in an AU that is a lot more fantasy-based ^^ just wanted to clear that up)
"So what's out next move, boss?" The mage questioned as he walked alongside his very best friend in the world.
The blonde archer beside him frowned, shifting his quiver and bow on his shoulder as he glared at the vast forest before them, as though it might melt.
"Sir Near and his band of men have already made it through here towards the King's castle." The Mage pointed out again, brushing his dirtied hands off on his long black robe, the white edging of it caught the fading sunlight and shimmered a little.
Mello growled, "Shut up, Matt, I told you before that man isn't the king. He killed the true king."
Matt sighed and nodded. Mello was always like this these days. Why couldn't it go back to the days before, when they were kept hidden in Wammy's keep with all the other children who were candidates to become the king of the land?
King L had believed he would never have his own children…so orphans were gathered to be trained to take over after he passed. Mello had been the second in line; his archery skills put him far ahead of all but 'Sir' Near, a boy skilled with a blade.
And then somehow that assassin Lord Light had wormed his way into the King's council, and there was no doubt in Mello's mind that Lord Light and the mysterious evil Wizard Kira were one and the same.
So he and Matt were travelling to the castle, to take back the throne that was theirs by right.
However all was not going as planned. Sir Near had already gathered more information than they and had a fine band of warriors and horses.
They only had what they could carry and their own feet.
"Mello." Matt sighed out wearily as he tripped over another stone and felt his mages cloak catch on yet another bush, "Can we find shelter? It's too dark to carry on now, and it looks like rain."
The archer spun around, Matt trembled, and in this darkness Mello's black clothes made him almost invisible. He'd grown more frightening since he attempted to burn down one of Kira's smaller castles across the land and scarred his beautiful face.
"Matt, I swear to the goddess I…"
There was a crack of thunder somewhere overhead, and in an instant the rain began to hammer through the trees.
Mello's scowl intensified. "All right, smartarse. You find us some shelter. Use some of those powers you're supposed to have."
Matt gulped. It was no great secret that as a mage he left a lot to be desired. Still he lifted the twin crystals he wore around his neck to his eyes, muttering softly, "Great goddess, grant me sight beyond sight."
Either the storm was helping his power or he was finally improving, because the trees parted before him and he spied a small cave not far away. With a smile he grasped the archer's hand and pulled him along to the only shelter there was.
The two lay there in the dark for some time, before Mello grudgingly sacrificed some of his arrows for kindling and Matt lit them.
"We should get out of these wet things, Mello. You'll get a cold." Matt suggested tentatively.
Mello growled, but did as asked, slipping out of the soaked tunic and leaving him in his undershirt, shivering and huddling closer to the fire as Matt hung the tunic and his own robe to dry as best he could.
For a while they sat in silence, watching the flames.
"Mello… what are we going to do…?"
Mello sighed deeply. "…Kira will be Near's kill now. No changing that. But we can help bring the bastard down. We can kidnap his consort."
"Princess Misa?" Matt blinked, recalling the blonde princess of a faraway land who was so utterly devoted to King Light.
Mello rolled his eyes, "No, fool. Lady Takada. My information tells me that Kira has been seen sneaking to her rooms in the dead of night. I think she's got part of his magic book. We can take her down, then Near only has to worry about Light himself."
Matt nodded. "…Are we going to die, Mello?"
Mello bit his lip and didn't look up at his friend. His plan… it was suicidal, he knew. The plan was to steal two horses once they reached the town, and while Matt used a smokescreen spell to distract the guards, Mello would kidnap the lady.
There were no two ways about it, one of them was going to die, probably Mello. His horsemanship wasn't nearly as good as Matt's…
"Mello, I promise, I will still go through with it, no matter what, but you have to tell me now, are we going to die?" Matt persisted.
How could he lie to such honest emerald eyes?
"Yes, Matt." He whispered. "One, maybe both, of us are going to die."
For a moment there was only the sound of the fire and rain.
"Then Mello, I hope you can forgive me."
Mello looked up, puzzled, "What for?"
"This." Matt whispered, and with that he grabbed his best friend's cheeks and pressed their lips together in a passionate and desperate kiss that ripped through Mello's body like a bolt of lightening.
At first he did nothing. And then his body responded, his hands crept into Matt's hair, trying to hold him closer, pull him closer, never ever let him go.
And in his mind he feverently questioned how had he never noticed his friends attractiveness before? How had he never realised how Matt felt about him? Why hadn't they done this sooner, when there was so much more time for them…?
But then the questions were lost in a soup of delight and pleasure and intensity he had only dreamed of before. Matt's hands, the things mages took better care of than anything else, caressing each inch of him…
Outside, the lightening and thunder could not drown out the cries that came from that cave.
Eventually, when it was over, the two laid in each other's arms, and waited for the sun to rise on the last day of their lives.
(A/N again: I'm off on vacation for two weeks, unfortunately this means no updates until I get back, however expect a big pile of drabbles when I do get back, lol. In the meantime, R&R plz ^^)