Authors note: Well sorry about the long, long hiatus or whatever I've been on. With school and everything it's hard to find the time and there was one point I didn't have Internet but here it is. A new chapter and a whole world of new fun. It's about to get serious so buckle up and I'll explain where we're going when we get there. Anyho Read, review and enjoy!~
A bright and cloudy morning
It had been a week since Mello had basically confessed his love for Matt and it had also been a week since he had last seen last. Almost immediately after telling Matt his most well-kept and guarded secret, submitting his soul to hell Roger sent him home. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that Roger was hiding something but Mello still wasn't quite sure what it could have been. It made sense that there was a whole lot more to the story than what he received but now wasn't the time to think about that.
He had spent his morning cleaning relentlessly. Matt had call him, actually called him and told him that he was coming home. This would be the first time Matt had stepped foot into their apartment since that…incident. He wasn't sure how everything was going to work out but he wanted Matt to feel at home upon arrival. If anything the past few months had been traumatizing for them all for the same and different reasons. One thing that he didn't care about was not seeing Near walking around and hiding around corners like he was a murderer. Okay, well maybe he had threatened the little runt before and maybe he had hit him one too many times as a kid but that didn't give him the right to creep on him. Now that he really thought about it Near probably requested his removal out of fear.
The clacking around of someone walking through the foyer brought him back to their apartment. Their. It was their apartment. He took a deep breath, their. That word felt good…it felt right.
"Mello?" Matt's voice, his Matt's voice called from the living room. The sound of bags being dropped unceremoniously on the floor and then the sound of heavy boots heading in Mello's direction accompanied the name. "Where are you?" He rounded the corner to the bathroom where Matt sat against the wall cleaning rag in hand staring at the red head. Green, goggless eyes blinked slowly at the blond. "Did you start thinking while cleaning the bathroom again and then forget that you were cleaning the bathroom?"
Mello opened his mouth before closing it again. Instead he pushed himself off the floor placing one hand on the others shoulder. "Welcome home Matt."
Matt nodded slowly. "That's great, shouldn't you wash your hands?" He gave the other a saucy smile before turning and heading back towards his backs. "I'm assuming that my room is in the same place that it was before?"
"No." Mello replied watching with slightly interested as the red head bristled. He continued casually, "Despite the fact that the other you may have found a new…person you're still my bitch." He took a step but Matt still didn't move. "But you did move out and you did leave most of your stuff, messy in there." He watched the other turn and give him a bashful look. "But," he continued, "I have decided to do something about that messy behavior of yours." He slid past him pushing his own bedroom door open. "And I organized everything and moved it into my room. There's not nearly enough space in that room for you, your computers and your clothes."
Matt blinked, "But you…clothes….?" He stared into the room in disbelief. Mello had done just as he said. Most it had probably happened recently as the open wardrobe held his jeans and shirts all hung neatly but still open. The bed had been made with both Matt and Mello's sheets, creating a mixture of the two of them. A few of Matt's movie posters were hung on the wall…straight which bothered him a bit but he remembered that for Mello this was beyond the normal and so he accepted it. "Mello…thank you."
The other shrugged, "Don't thank me. Call me a wanker and tell me how I put it together wrong." He smiled slightly as he watched the playful smile appear on the others lips. He wanted this moment to last forever but he knew that it was going to be short lived. Although Matt had come home and they were dating now everything wasn't cheery. He still had Kira to deal with, plus there was M's lover, Near and a whole group of things that he didn't want to think about but had to. And even now there was a new personality that opened up a whole new can of worms.
Matt walked further in beginning to peel the posters off the wall and turn them at angles. Mello watched in annoyed confusion. Why have things on the wall if they're not going to be straight? Didn't turned pictures bother everyone?
He barely noticed that Matt had been talking to him. "…So Roger told me that I shouldn't be coming home but hell it's not like I listen to anything that he says anyway. So I booked it out of there and soon as I could get my hands on a computer."
Mello glared, "You mean…"
He shrugged, "I snuck out and left. That's what I meant. I doubt that Roger will come looking for me because well because I'm me."
"That's not a reason Matt. I went home and didn't put up a fight because I wanted you to get better."
At that Matt paused. Seconds turned into minutes as the red head continued his concentration on the wall. Seconds before Mello could speak he began to roll his head around in a circle several times. "Better?" The voice questioned gently. "There is no better there is only now. Cherish him. Cherish him Mello for we may not allow him to survive."
Blue eyes narrowed into slits, "What do you want?"
He sniggered quietly, "What makes you think that I want anything? Do you believe that just because M has this amazing and great cause that it means that we all do? M's cause was given to himself as a way to cope, isn't that what we all are? Coping mechanisms for Matt. Do you know who I am, Mello?" He turned around giving the other a piercing green gaze. "Do you?"
Mello folded his arms, "Matt's masochistic side?" He questioned lightly.
A slow shake, "Close but no cigar." He gave the other a slow certain smile. "I'll be happy to personally show you who I am later." He dropped into an exaggerated bow before turning around a returning to his work.
"If you think this is going to chase me off it won't work." He watched the other with dark eyes.
Matt glanced back, "Well if all it takes is turning some posters at angles we won't be able to be roommates." He stepped back admiring the work he had completed. "It's just one step but it's better than nothing."
Mello took a deep breath forcing normality despite the moment. "Sure is. Want to get dinner or something?"
The red head nodded, "Sure." He gave a final look at the wall before a small appeared on his lips. He slipped by the other barely brushing but just in his breath, Mello believed he heard a sentence and not just of any variety. Very gentle, very soft but very much there, 'Watch your neck, Mello.'