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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Flaw
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Interlude: The Past
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Interlude
- 26-part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Interlude: December 25th
- 32-Part 29
- 33-part 30
- 34-epilogue
- 15
- 16
- 17
Suggested Listening: Uphill Battle by Saosin

Part 15
~Phoenix~
"Matt stop flicking your lighter it's beginning to annoy me." Mello stated calmly, though if he were an animated character Mello supposed he would have had one of those tic marks above his head.
He couldn't blame Matt as he was nervous too, but Matt was too obvious in showing it.
Matt had woken him, after having apparently falling asleep though Mello didn't remember doing so, and hardly given him any time to blink the sleep from his eyes before ushering him from their motel room. Mello had been confused as to what was going on, worrying they had been tracked but knowing it was unwise to ask such things in the cabbies presence, until they had been dropped off at a private airstrip.
Matt had found someone.
That had been about twenty minutes ago. They were waiting for the man to get off the phone with another potential client; and though all Mello wanted to do was waltz into the room and rip the phone from his grasp he stayed put by Matt's side.
Time ticked by maddeningly slow and by the time the man had put down the phone, Mello being able to see through the offices open blinds, Mello was ready to pull his hair out.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, please step in here and we can talk out the finer details before getting underway." they were ushered inside the small cubical-like room, though only the man seated himself.
"From what you told me you were hoping to get out of Tokyo tonight or the latest tomorrow morning, correct?"
Matt nodded to him and when neither of them said anything more the man sighed, making an effort to look put out; as though doing this for them was going to mess up his schedule, which it likely wasn't.
"As I said on the phone, while I may have the lowest prices it is still going to be costly, especially to get you out of here tonight. Now, payment methods-"
"There's one thing you should know, we don't have our passports. That won't be a problem will it?" Mello asked with a quirked eyebrow, leaning heavily into the doorframe with his arms crossed. He knew Matt would have handled it just fine but he wanted everything over with. Wanted to know if they had to hightail it out of there and scour Japan for anyone willing to help them...
The man looked them over for a second, as though trying to decide if they were worth the effort. "If you've got the money I've got the transportation." was all he said and Mello watched as Matt grinned.
"How much?"
Mello stood back and let Matt finagle with the man, appearing as though he had money but was not super rich, which was the correct thing to do. They would be taken advantage of otherwise, the price always upping, or even blackmailed into something because of their lack of passports. They had to wait until half the money had been transferred to the mans account before anything else proceeded.
With Matt that only took a few minutes.
The grey haired man, going by Tanaka Okita which Mello doubted was his real name, grinned toothily and closed his laptop, locking it inside a safe that was, until now, unnoticed by Mello. "Have you got everything you need? Because we leave now."
"We have everything." Matt said, gesturing to the small duffel bags by the door; Mello still didn't know where Matt had gotten them from and wondered if perhaps it was best he didn't know.
"Alright, please follow me then." Mello went to grab the bag when Matt snatched it up, slinging it over his shoulder with a tight eyed grin. Matt was tired, as tired as Mello still felt and yet still felt the need to haul that thing everywhere simply because his laptop was in it.
How Matt had ever fit his laptop underneath his vest, with all of that clothing, and kept it from dropping as they ran all across L's skyscraper, was something he'd have to remind himself to ask.
Mello wished he had his own laptop but knew anything of any real importance would be stored on Matt's jump drives which the redhead undoubtedly had.
They walked steadily behind Tanaka and over to a large airplane. Mello hadn't expected something that big, but then again, the smaller airplanes simply couldn't handle the long ranged flights, so anything less than a jet wouldn't make it. Mello could just make out smaller airplanes further off down the strip but didn't trust the look of them. It was probably best they were leaving Japan and not going somewhere closer.
At least the ride would be comfortable in the jet.
He followed Matt up the movable steps and felt himself sway in a bout of vertigo. He hadn't eaten anything in a while and his body was beginning to protest the treatment. Mello felt his stomach drop as he was reminded of the life growing inside of him.
There were so many things they needed to know about it; what, if any, pills he had to take for the pregnancy, if he even could take them as his body wasn't made to have children; what foods he would be allowed, and God forbid they try to take away his chocolate-
"Mello?"
Mello snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Matt who wore an odd expression. Mello realized he had stopped at the top of the steps, hand gripping the railing tightly as he faltered. Mello grinned tiredly at Matt and shook his head.
There was nothing they could do about food for the moment so there was no sense in bringing it up. Unless there was food stocked on the plane... he might be able to get away with peanuts.
But with Tanaka shoving their bags into the overhead compartment in the first row of what Mello would have called first class, though the entire plane was sectioned off in first class attire, and urging them to strap in as he did the preflight analysis and take off, Mello didn't have much time to check.
So he settled for loosely buckling in and staring out the window of the darkened city, lights shining from various lamps and buildings in the distance.
Matt, despite the large amount of room around them, sat beside Mello and tucked his PSP into the small compartment in front of him. They had seated themselves in the second row to make use of the small seat compartments.
Mello knew Matt didn't like long trips, something from his past dictating the dislike, and thought the redhead was handling it fine and perhaps had even forgotten the reason for the dislike in the chaos of the last few hours.
Whatever it was, Mello was happy not to see that strained and mostly apathetic expression he usually got when a long trip was even mentioned; he doubted Matt even realized he did it.
Tanaka announced the start of take off, taxiing over to the runway, and before Mello knew it his ears had popped and they were finished climbing and holding at a steady altitude. Mello had only ever been on a plane twice in his life and neither had brought him to anything good, well, Matt was the exception to that Mello supposed.
His stomach rumbled quietly and painfully reminding him of his need of food. Mello frowned and simply rubbed at it discreetly, hoping it would calm down and wait the eight something hour flight. It didn't cooperate and he hunched over a little at the slight cramping.
"Are you ok Mello?" Matt was leaned in front of him, expression blank but his tone holding worry. He hadn't meant to bother Matt.
"Just hunger pains." I think, Mello added silently.
"You should have said something if you were hungry, we could have picked up something before we left." Matt chastised, winching at a deep angry rumble Mello's stomach let loose. Honestly, if it wasn't bothering him so much Mello might have thought it was amusing in a way; didn't that type of thing only happen in the movies and television?
"I'll go see if there is anything to eat. Any preferences if I can find something?"
"Wait Matt, I can get up and look for myself-" Mello stood, nearly bumping into Matt and despite the way his body swayed he stood defiantly in front of the other.
"You will sit here and wait. I'm not blind Mello; I can see how unsteady you are. Honestly I really think you would have already killed yourself studying if I hadn't brought you dinner all those times." Matt gently forced him to sit and though Mello obeyed he frowned at the redhead.
Mello doubted Matt had meant anything by it, other than to point out his apparent suicidal drive, but it reminded Mello of the title he could have had. Though if it meant treating people quite like L did, perhaps it was for the best...
Matt seemed to realize his mistake but only muttered a quiet 'I'll be right back' as he retreated through the black curtain that sectioned off the front of the plane.
Mello sighed heavily and let his head flop back onto the seat; the headrest was hard and uncomfortable despite being encased in grey faux leather. Mello wished that everything could just hurry up and be over. That they could find a safe place and ride out the storm that was L and hope that he never tracked them down.
That or L and Near lost whatever remained of their sanity and offend each other for some reason, thus taking out both problems. Mello doubted that one however. He closed his eyes and chewed on his bottom lip as his stomach rumbled again.
Mello really hadn't noticed how hungry he had gotten and it had only really started after he had gotten some sleep, Mello could only begin to guess why. It had already bypassed annoying and on to painful so Mello doubted it could get any worse then perhaps passing out, and that had to be far off. Probably.
Mello blinked open his eyes at the sound of movement and stared at the large grin stretched across Matt's face. He had a tray in hand and what looked like those gourmet meals on plates. First class was good for something Mello supposed.
There was a few things presented; what appeared to be three meals made and portioned off into two trays, one for him and the other obviously Matt, as well as some various small airline grade snacks. Meaning it wouldn't taste all that great but it would fill them up. "Thanks..." Mello muttered almost silently, hesitant to begin eating despite being hungry.
"It wasn't a problem. Not eat before I shove it down your throat myself." Matt told him and Mello had to believe Matt was only half joking from the slight way Matt's mouth had twitched, almost into a frown.
With a weak smile Mello grabbed the plastic fork and dug into the vegetable dish, with some odd tasting brown sauce, and interjected random bites of rice with it. It wasn't the worst meal Mello had ever had, that was for certain.
Matt collected the plates and leftovers afterwards and disappeared back into the small kitchen-like area; Mello hadn't even attempted to help him after the look Matt had given him earlier. Matt was usually patient but it was best to leave him be when he was adamant about something.
Matt came back a few minutes later with a small trash bag full of snacks, which was shoved into their duffel bag, and a blanket and pillow; Mello didn't know the latter had even been aboard.
Nor had he realized just how cool it was in the plane until Matt had draped the blanket across his lap and the warmth had spread instantly across the covered areas. Mello worked on tugging the blanket across himself, cocooning himself in the warmth and watched on curiously as Matt shoved the divider out of the way between the two seats and placed the pillow on his lap.
Mello, despite himself, flushed.
"I'm not a baby in case you have forgotten, I don't need a bottle and nap-"
"Mello, I'm only going to say this once, but you look like shit. I don't care if you had a twenty minute power nap or not. You're exhausted from the last week as it were and with all the running around and adrenaline in your veins you are starting to get shadows under your eyes. Lie down and rest. You don't have to go to sleep but lie down."
And Mello obeyed, never having had Matt speak so forcefully with him and knowing that Matt was also on his last nerve.
Mello awkwardly leaned across his seat to Matt and placed his head on the pillow, feeling more embarrassed than he had in a long time. He didn't protest when Matt drew the blanket further across his form and over his shoulders, or when Matt hesitantly rested his arm across him. Even if Mello hadn't not-so-secretly liked it he understood that there was no other place for Matt to rest his appendage comfortably.
But regardless of the reason, Mello relished the contact.
And Matt was right, Mello admitted silently, he was exhausted. With a small sigh Mello let his eyes fall shut again and hoped that they could both find the time to sleep on the flight because he doubted the next few days or even weeks would give either of them much rest.
-End 15-
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