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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
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1,644
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2
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Mello
Again beta’d by Tama1998 from deviantart.
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He had everything he needed. After he had helped the mafia to move away some opponents and to kill a mole in their midst, Rodd had ensured he got everything he wanted: power, money, the world was laid down before him by the mafia, in order to catch Kira, and for the second reason that Mello would continue his good work. Even Rodd obeyed him when he had a new plan, although he was the boss of the syndicate.
But for now, Mello was alone. It was past midnight and he’d done a difficult job today with the whole group- they had had to fight against another syndicate- but although he was terribly tired he couldn’t sleep. Strictly speaking he hadn’t slept properly since he had left Wammy’s- Wammy’s, or more important- Matt. He knew he hadn’t exactly behaved nicely, leaving his boyfriend without saying anything, however, he never had wanted Matt to share this part of his life. Ultimately he had made this decision in order to avoid danger for Matt.
Nevertheless, Mello couldn't deny he missed him terribly.
“What are you doing, Matt?”, he wondered silently while looking out of the window.
His gaze fell on his mobile phone. Like many times before, he didn’t know whether to dare. Whether he should just call in Wammy’s and ask what was going on.
He gulped before grabbing the phone and dialed the number.
After a while he heard it making sound. “Hello?”, the voice of a very dozy cook called Mary. Mello stayed silent. “Hello?” Mary asked again and finally Mello brought out a soft “Hello…”
Mary had been something like the mother of all the children of Wammy’s house. For her, besides Matt, Mello was sorry he had left without a message.
Was she angry with him?
But it didn’t look like it. “Mello?” she asked with a worried voice. “How are you and what…”
“I’m fine, Ma’am, thank you…. I just called to… Is Matt still awake?”
Silence from the other end.
“He didn’t find you?”, Mary said quietly.
“Find?!”
“Matt has left the orphanage, Mello. For half a year now. Well, he left one year after you did.”
Mello couldn’t say anything. That couldn’t be true! The…
“Hello? Mello? Are you still there? What are you doing? Will you come for a visit soon? You…”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’ve to go now.”, Mello said hastily and clicked the phone off.
Matt had left the orphanage to look for him. “You fuckin’ idiot!”
Mello beat against the wall. A single tear ran down his cheek.
Then he fetched the rosary under his jacket, a gift by Matt he had received on the day they had first kissed. The day he finally had brought himself to say he loved him.
And for the first time in nearly five years he prayed.
“lease, God, I know, I’m not your best servent. I’ll never be that, by the way. But please God, make that Matty is fine. Don’t punish him for my sins. Please, God…”
Finally he ran outside. If Matt had looked for him, where had he begun? Had something happened or why hadn’t he found them before?
Tears ran down his face. Matt had to be fine.
“You godfuckin’ idiot! Where the hell are you?”
Matt had known Mello would head for LA. So the chance he was in the city wasn’t low. But LA wasn’t one of the smallest cities, either…
“Damned fool! I didn’t want you to step behind me!”
Sometime Mello realized that he had no chance of actually finding Matt alone in the middle of the night. He needed help.
And he knew where to get it. Rodd would give him all of his people who hadn’t an important job to do at the moment. He’d even sent out one of his greatest drug couriers to get Mello’s favourite chocolate, if Mello told him he was missing his best friend, he would care.
Mello nodded.
He knew he couldn’t sleep after all, but there was no sense to look for Matt in the darkness.
Damn, how did this idiot come up with the idea of following him? Mello had thought that if they actually see each other again, that Matt would be angry or that he wouldn’t even want to talk to him anymore. He knew damned well he had hurt the redhead in his most sensitive place. He had abandoned him. And what did this idiot do? He set off to search him…
A/N: Story is published on fanfiction.net by the pseudonym "Lucifaera", which is me, and in German as "Das ist das Leben" on fanfiktion.de by ChaosAngel2, which is also me^^
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He had everything he needed. After he had helped the mafia to move away some opponents and to kill a mole in their midst, Rodd had ensured he got everything he wanted: power, money, the world was laid down before him by the mafia, in order to catch Kira, and for the second reason that Mello would continue his good work. Even Rodd obeyed him when he had a new plan, although he was the boss of the syndicate.
But for now, Mello was alone. It was past midnight and he’d done a difficult job today with the whole group- they had had to fight against another syndicate- but although he was terribly tired he couldn’t sleep. Strictly speaking he hadn’t slept properly since he had left Wammy’s- Wammy’s, or more important- Matt. He knew he hadn’t exactly behaved nicely, leaving his boyfriend without saying anything, however, he never had wanted Matt to share this part of his life. Ultimately he had made this decision in order to avoid danger for Matt.
Nevertheless, Mello couldn't deny he missed him terribly.
“What are you doing, Matt?”, he wondered silently while looking out of the window.
His gaze fell on his mobile phone. Like many times before, he didn’t know whether to dare. Whether he should just call in Wammy’s and ask what was going on.
He gulped before grabbing the phone and dialed the number.
After a while he heard it making sound. “Hello?”, the voice of a very dozy cook called Mary. Mello stayed silent. “Hello?” Mary asked again and finally Mello brought out a soft “Hello…”
Mary had been something like the mother of all the children of Wammy’s house. For her, besides Matt, Mello was sorry he had left without a message.
Was she angry with him?
But it didn’t look like it. “Mello?” she asked with a worried voice. “How are you and what…”
“I’m fine, Ma’am, thank you…. I just called to… Is Matt still awake?”
Silence from the other end.
“He didn’t find you?”, Mary said quietly.
“Find?!”
“Matt has left the orphanage, Mello. For half a year now. Well, he left one year after you did.”
Mello couldn’t say anything. That couldn’t be true! The…
“Hello? Mello? Are you still there? What are you doing? Will you come for a visit soon? You…”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’ve to go now.”, Mello said hastily and clicked the phone off.
Matt had left the orphanage to look for him. “You fuckin’ idiot!”
Mello beat against the wall. A single tear ran down his cheek.
Then he fetched the rosary under his jacket, a gift by Matt he had received on the day they had first kissed. The day he finally had brought himself to say he loved him.
And for the first time in nearly five years he prayed.
“lease, God, I know, I’m not your best servent. I’ll never be that, by the way. But please God, make that Matty is fine. Don’t punish him for my sins. Please, God…”
Finally he ran outside. If Matt had looked for him, where had he begun? Had something happened or why hadn’t he found them before?
Tears ran down his face. Matt had to be fine.
“You godfuckin’ idiot! Where the hell are you?”
Matt had known Mello would head for LA. So the chance he was in the city wasn’t low. But LA wasn’t one of the smallest cities, either…
“Damned fool! I didn’t want you to step behind me!”
Sometime Mello realized that he had no chance of actually finding Matt alone in the middle of the night. He needed help.
And he knew where to get it. Rodd would give him all of his people who hadn’t an important job to do at the moment. He’d even sent out one of his greatest drug couriers to get Mello’s favourite chocolate, if Mello told him he was missing his best friend, he would care.
Mello nodded.
He knew he couldn’t sleep after all, but there was no sense to look for Matt in the darkness.
Damn, how did this idiot come up with the idea of following him? Mello had thought that if they actually see each other again, that Matt would be angry or that he wouldn’t even want to talk to him anymore. He knew damned well he had hurt the redhead in his most sensitive place. He had abandoned him. And what did this idiot do? He set off to search him…
A/N: Story is published on fanfiction.net by the pseudonym "Lucifaera", which is me, and in German as "Das ist das Leben" on fanfiktion.de by ChaosAngel2, which is also me^^