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Mello leaned in even closer, until he could feel the heat radiating from the redheads cheek, and...licked him?
"Now be a good little doggy and go and get me some chocolate." He whispered, smiling greedily.
Matt was sure he didn't know the effect he had on him. It was so wrong but it also felt so right.
Whenever he saw him, his heart fluttered; whenever he touched him, his skin tingled and heat rose to his face. He just couldn't imagine life without his Mello.
He didn't care that he treated him like a dog; he would go to the ends of the earth for him. If anything ever happened to him, then Matt wouldn't be able to live.
He discovered this one dark evening in December. Mello had gone out to buy chocolate, but still hadn't returned. Matt was worried. Really worried.
'Where is he? He's taking so long, where is he?'
He left two hours ago for the shop down the road and it was getting late, it was only a 10 minute walk round the corner and through the alley way. I had been that way countless times fetching supplies for him, but I've never take two hours.
I was really starting to worry about him. What if he's laying on the curb somewhere, with those same horrible bruises he owned when he first arrived here? What if he's been kidnapped by some psycho who preys on innocent children, well, not that Mello was innocent in any way.
After pacing back and forth, not even bothering to play my game, I hopped into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
Lying on my side, I could see Mello's empty bed. It was so quiet in this shadowed room; the only sound to be heard was my even breathing and the wind battling with the bare trees outside. After staring at the same spot on the wall for what seemed like forever, I realised that Mello wouldn't be coming back tonight, it was too late. I wanted to go out looking for him, but he's strong, he doesn't need me.
I chewed on my lip for a few more minutes before reluctantly shutting my eyes for a restless sleep.
I was standing in a dark place, somewhere I hadn't been before. There was cold wind all around me, and darkness. I pulled my arms up to my chest in attempt to shield myself from the bitter air.
Then I saw a figure ahead of me; a mangled, bloody and bruised figure. It was limping, dragging an injured leg behind it.
Then I realised who it was; the dark clothing, the skinny body and the signature blonde hair.
I gasped as he fell onto his knees, sobbing and clawing at the dirt. My feet were glued to the floor as he continued to cry, sinking even further into the filthy ground. He adjusted his position so his beautiful face was looking my way; his brown orbs were lifeless as he stared into mine.
I finally managed to move my stiff joints and hesitantly walked towards the shadow of my best friend.
He was no longer looking at me but at the brick walls that were now visible through the dark. I leant down beside him and reached out to touch his shoulder. My fingers barely brushed his cotton shirt before he spun around, hitting my hand away.
"D-don't touch me!" he shouted, fear riddled his voice.
"Mello, what's happened to you?" I asked, fearing the worst.
He didn't look at me, just crawled further back into the wall.
"Mello?" I said, reaching my hand towards him again.
He flinched away; fresh tears making his eyes look like crystals.
I pulled my arm back again and scanned his feeble body; his shirt was torn, his bottoms were even worse. His arms were riddled with bruises which looked extreamly painful. They were shapped like hands. I shivered at the thought of someone else touching him. He also cuts everywhere; bleeding lip, bleeding neck, bleeding body. His hair was mangled and filled with grime and blood from the cut on his head.
Who would do this to Mello? My Mello.
He continued to let the tears flow, something I had never seen him do and my heart sank, seeing him like this.
"Mello, please. I want to help you." I pleaded, trying not to let my voice break, not to show weakness in such a terrible situation.
He simply shook his head and looked away from me saying "you don't care."
That was when I woke up screaming, sweat pouring down my trembling body, my hand gripping at my chest trying to steady my ragged breathing. I looked around to find the room still empty, wind and rain thrashing at the window pane. I looked outside at the storm, fear coursing through my veins.
"I do care, Mello. I do care."