Note: As you know, I slowly edit the chapters already written, since this fic is complete on my laptop. While it doesn't change anything to the *coughlemoncough* I wrote, and to the ending, I'm adding stuff little by little because there were some aspects I neglected. That's why I'm so slow (I'm also working on a novel several hours a day and reserve one hour for this fic each day).
This is the first time I'm writing such an important ending so I'm not releasing anything until it fits with what I wanted. Not perfect, but in accordance with what the story deserves.
This chapter is a transitionnal chapter, it's a bit short, but it was necessary to have a clean cut between the end of the drama and the beginning of a life without drama (at least not the drama related to risking to be killed).
Thank you for the many reviews, and the overall love you showed to this story, you're amazing!

Mello
Once Andreas and the prosecutor had left, we all went to our rooms. It was almost 4pm and there was no way I'd stay awake any longer: I was exhausted. It probably had a lot to do with the tension disappearing, now that we were sure that everyone threatening had been arrested.

Mail let himself fall on the bed, on his back, making me bounce on the mattress as I was already laying there.
"Hey, careful there!" I laughed.
Mail rolled on his side, lifting himself on his elbow, his head resting on his palm, and stared at me in silence, a light smile on his lips.
"What?" I looked back, wondering what was going on in his mind.
His free hand reached for my face, cupping my scar carefully. He knew that it didn't hurt anymore, it was just a weird feeling but nothing really bad, I had mostly lost touch in this area, only a light tingle resided when he touched it.
"I missed you." he simply said, but fuck, it brought tears to my eyes.
It felt like we were reunited for real, just now. Over with the rest, over with the people, the drama, just finally us this time, and it felt a lot more real than yesterday.

I must admit, except for when he had held me yesterday, I had found Mail a little cold. Disconnected. And I had been scared, because along with me being disfigured and maybe not being able to walk again, he had all the reasons in the world to walk away from me. I had put him through too much because of my parents, not only him but his family too, he had had his life threatened, and maybe, if he hadn't been locked in that place for a month, he might have left me by now.
"Thank you for not giving up on me." I replied, pressing my palm over his hand.
I knew it was a stupid reasoning, deep down, I trusted him... but I had no faith in myself anymore. I was a mess now, far from what he had fallen for in the beginning.

He slid closer, slightly hovering over me, and kissed me. It was a soft peck of the lips at first, but I pulled him down, my hands reaching the back of his head, deepening the kiss before I started to cry for good. His eyes had been so intense, just before his lips met mines, telling me that nothing has changed, and although I didn't feel worth of it, I really couldn't doubt his love.
Although I had initiated the heating of the exchange, Mail had taken charge back and the passion he put into that kiss left me limp, unable to do more than reply to it. I was holding on to him, my hands fisted in his hair, and it felt like we would merge at some point, our tongues not getting enough of each other.

When we finally broke the kiss, we looked at each other, barely able to come back from the high.
I was wondering if it would lead to more, and it made me slightly uncomfortable knowing Mail's parents were in the next room.
But Mail didn't seem to have that in mind. He slid his arm under my neck, encircling my shoulders, my head falling on his chest, and he snuggled against me. Soon, his even breathing told me he had gone to napland, so I simply did the same.

Mail
It was a strange feeling, to wake up with Mihael in my arms. I smiled even before I opened my eyes, breathing in his scent, my hand slowly sliding along his arm. He shifted slightly.
"Sorry, I woke you up" I apologized.
"No worries, I was awake already." he mumbled against my chest, leaving a kiss there, the tip of his fingers following the line along my stomach.
He looked up at me as he felt me shiver.

Slowly, his fingertips traced the same path back up, his hand catching my nape, pulling me into a kiss. I positioned myself over him, my knees resting on each side of his plastered legs, careful not to hurt him in my haste, but his eyes were so inviting, it was hard to resist. And fuck, it had been months...

I leaned and deepened the kiss, and suddenly felt his erection against my own crotch, since I was almost sitting on him. I lost it.
Not even caring for a little play, I slid down, reached into his pants, and freed his member, swallowing it whole.
"Fuck Mail!" he moaned, but I could tell he was trying to keep it low, "Your parents are on the other side of the wall..."
"So what?" I looked at him, annoyed that he would raise the subject in a moment like that, "It's not like they think we're having a platonic relationship."
"Yeah but they don't have to have evidence of what we do." he seemed genuinely uneasy, and it had the merit to make me come back to earth. I was being selfish and I knew it. Right from the moment we had been reunited, I was focused on me and my way of coping with all of this, and it wasn't fair for him. He had had it a lot worse.
"I'm sorry." I tucked everything back in his boxers, and resumed kissing him, "I'm sorry Mihael, I've just missed you so much..."
"I know, me too... I might be a little responsible for this too anyway." he smirked. Bastard. Now that was the Mihael I knew, and as unnerving as he could be, that was a side of him that I had missed too.

Mello
It's not that I didn't want this... truth was, I could have stopped this a lot earlier, I was the one who teased him. But suddenly I just couldn't. I still needed to be back in a certain routine before I could fully relax into this. I felt bad for using his parents as an excuse, because it was only half of the truth, but I guess that my erection still raging in my pants was enough punishment.

I had to walk. I would never get rid of my scar, and I took comfort in the fact that Mail genuinely didn't seem to care or wasn't disgusted with it, even if it made me feel insecure. The worst would be people's reaction when we'd walk together, people that might not be as cool as him with such a monster stigma. And maybe that would be what changed him mind about it, people staring, laughing, pointing at me... Fuck, my mind was going there again. It was unlike me to feel that way, but was I really myself now? I was too full of doubt and everything around me had changed so much that I hardly had anything to lean on. Except Mail.
So I had to walk. I was even more impatient to get rid of these plasters and start rehabilitation, because there was no way I'd stay in that chair and be a burden, half a man. I would walk. This, I was determined to.

I wanted to get out of here. I suddenly wanted to run away from this place and everything linked to what had happened, so much that it felt suffocating.
Mail was lying against me, on his side, his forehead against my shoulder, idly playing with my fingers. He raised a questioning face as my hand turned to a fist, and it's only when I noticed I was so far gone in my thinking.
"What's wrong baby?" he covered my fist with his palm, gently pressing it.
"Take me out of here!" I started to cry, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in the crook of his neck.
Even if it didn't help the sick feeling of not being complete as a man anymore, I couldn't help it. It was beginning to hurt physically, to be here. Like being crushed under a weight, and all I could do was plead Mail to lift it for me, because I was fucking unable to do it myself!

Matt
"Hey, hey, it's okay..." I had no idea what was happening in his head, but I could tell from the moment we had been reunited that Mihael's broken parts were not all physical. He was still there inside, but there was way too much smoke around that fire of his, and each time I thought things were getting clear, he fell even deeper under the ashes.
It was probably the aftershock, and I wouldn't blame him for that. If anything, I wanted to protect him even more.
But right now, it's not protection he needed, but home.

I held him tight for a few seconds, then let him go. He looked at me as I stood up, carefully leaving him back against the mattress before I reached for my clothes.
"I'll be right back." I simply said, heartbroken by the look in his eyes. He had given me all sorts of looks since we were together, and before: defiance, anger, need, lust, love... but right now it was something I had never seen, and wished I could unsee: helplessness. This wasn't him, and more than that, I was pretty sure he was aware of this, and it made it all worse. Mihael didn't do helpless. Or, he didn't used to, which was telling a lot about his state right now.
And I knew him enough to know how it was slowly killing him to have to be like that.

I left our room and went to knock at my parents' door.
I didn't have to explain much, soon we had everything packed and were ready to leave. Fuck our stay here, we were heading home.

Mello
I was installed on the worn-out couch, in the Jeevas' small apartment, my plastered legs resting on a small cushioned stool, watching Mrs Jeevas cook a quick dinner in the kitchen, her husband and Mail putting bags and belongings away, and I relished in the feeling of being in a place I loved. I did feel a bit bad that I could do nothing to help, but still, I was so happy to be here.

Mrs Jeevas asked me, probably for the sixth time, if I needed anything, as she went past me to launch the laundry machine. Her smile was so bright, I couldn't help but smile as wide as her. I remembered how from the first day, she had always treated me with respect, and as she came to know me better, as part of the family. Now, in her eyes, there was no difference in the way she looked at me than the way she looked at Mail. She treated me like her own kid, and I was grateful, because I knew now what it was to have a mother, a real loving mother. Maybe my biological mother was like her... I wouldn't know, but it didn't bring any bitter feeling, because I hadn't known her anyway, and I had Mrs Jeevas now.
Mr Jeevas on the other hand... he was not as open as she was. I didn't doubt that he fully accepted me in his family, and that he approved of Mail's relationship with me, but I felt guilty because I had put his family in great torment for weeks and I could never make amend for that.

We finally had dinner. It was quite late since we had had to make the long drive back here, but thanks to our little nap, Mail and me didn't feel as exhausted, and the mood was lifted enough to give us a bit of energy back anyway.
Fuck, I almost cried when Mrs Jeevas brought a bowl of cherries for dessert.

Note: NOT the end! (I know it looks like it but nooooo :) )