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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
- 27
- 28
- 29
SuggestedListening: Connect the Dots by The Spill Canvas

Part 26

~Disarm~

Mello woke up and had to rush to the bathroom without a moment to fully process that he was indeed awake and not dreaming; but it was hardly an uncommon occurrence. His damn bladder was being squished by the baby, leaving him having to pee constantly. It was annoying, to say the least, especially as Matt seemed amused by it half the time.

Matt was awake and reaching for his goggles by the time Mello got back to the bedroom. The 'morning after' had none of the awkwardness that some people experienced, probably because it hadn't been a mistake or unexpected, and well, they hadn't had time for that after running for their lives the night before. The redhead smiled at him before crawling from the bed and stretching his limbs. Mello wasn't able to take his eyes off Matt's almost naked body until it was completely clothed.

He could easily blame the hormones, but Mello knew he would have done it with or without them. He couldn't help his attraction to Matt, and he supposed he didn't need to. He was, however, uncomfortable when Matt's gaze lingered on him. He didn't care what Matt said. He was pregnant, therefore fat, and not attractive in the least at the moment.

Mello couldn't wait for it to be born so he could do more than very light exercising and get his figure back. Mello rolled his eyes at the thought as it made him sound so much like a woman.

Mello was taken off guard when Matt strolled over to him just as he'd slipped on a pair of sweatpants-since he couldn't fit into his leather anymore even if he had packed it—and wrapped his arms around him. Matt tilted his head to kiss him, running hands along his back light enough that it gave him chills.

He had no idea what was going on in Matt's mind, couldn't find a reason for the sudden affection that had been so hard to get out of him before, and instead simply sank into the embrace.

The kiss did not turn hot or arousing but instead stayed what Mello might have called sweet if he were inclined for such things. All thoughts had fled his mind, and he had no idea how long they had stayed like that, but when they did pull away, Matt held a smile that Mello couldn't help but mirror. He still couldn't believe he was with Matt; it seemed too much like a dream, and he was almost afraid that he would wake up and be in L's building again with Matt sleeping across the room, away from him.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?" Mello asked, partially breathless.

"No reason, I just wanted to kiss you." Matt shrugged, and Mello shivered as the redhead's hands ran along his bare arms. Mello thought it might have been another way for Matt to comfort him, to subtly tell him they were alright, that being in the hotel and moving again didn't matter.

"You should get dressed, you have goosebumps, and sadly, they aren't all from me," Matt told him cheekily and moved out of Mello's reach.

Mello rolled his eyes, but now that Matt wasn't sharing his body heat Mello did feel the chill settle over his skin. Quickly throwing a t-shirt on and hesitantly grabbing a hoodie from one of the bags, he moved to stand by Matt.

"I was contacted by that Samuals person after we went to bed; if we have the first month's rent—and we like the apartment obviously—we can move into it tonight; only we wouldn't have any furniture until he can get it out of storage. It's also in a slightly better area, I think. He didn't tell me the reason the other occupant left." Matt shrugged, and Mello nodded. They couldn't be picky. They needed an actual place to stay. A hotel couldn't provide them with all they wanted.

"I'm thinking of installing an alarm system and maybe a few cameras, even if our stay ends up being short..."

"It's a good idea." Mello did not want a repeat of the previous evening. Thinking back on it, he had no idea about Matt's thoughts on what he had done, had done to protect them. Instead of voicing it, he draped his arms over Matt's shoulders and hugged him from behind. He was so close that he was certain Matt could feel his heartbeat against his back.

"I'm sorry you had to do it, but I'm not sorry he's dead." Matt trembled under him and Mello didn't look to see if Matt was crying or simply shaking. Matt needed to let it out however he could, and all Mello could do was be with him.

.

.

The apartment hadn't been too bad, a hole or two in the walls, but the rest of the place had been immaculate. It kind of made Mello wonder if someone had gotten murdered there and they had needed to clean the place up; he was almost willing to bet that the furniture wasn't in storage either.

They had taken the apartment though. If they waited, there was no guarantee it would still be available. Mello had barely paid any attention after that, feeling a little odd suddenly and opting to go back and wait in the car. He had probably overdone himself in the last few hours.

One thing that still nagged at him was if they could get the security system put in or if the landlord would have an issue with it. Matt could probably find a way to do it himself, but Mello wasn't certain how long that would take. How long would Matt want to stay in a hotel? How long before they had to switch hotels?

"Hey Mello, everything is all set. He said we aren't the first to ask for security, but the only ones who could pay for it. Too bad he doesn't know I'm adding a few other things..."

Mello smiled and another weight was lifted.

"It will still take a few days, but we can stay at the hotel. We will just have to find foods we can make in the microwave that won't drown us in sodium." Mello winced a little as Matt started the car and rubbed his stomach. Something didn't feel right. It was probably nerves. That had to be it.

The nagging feeling that something was wrong kept up for a good ten minutes until an unimaginable pain struck Mello. He gasped, unable to keep the feeling non-vocal. The pain started in his stomach and seemed to go straight through him to his back. It was like a knife carving him apart from the inside. He let out another louder and noticeable gasp as the sharp stabbing pain shot through his groin area.

"Mello?" Mello couldn't answer, realization and fear coursing through him. It wasn't coming from his stomach but from what resided in it.

"Matt, I think something's wrong with the baby. Fuck it hurts!" he breathed out painfully and hunched over, hands on his stomach though he knew it wouldn't help. Mello heard as Matt called the obstetrician, voice shaking and blurting everything out.

Mello rested his head on the cold window and tried not to focus on the panic he felt or the pain rushing through him. Hold on, just hold on, Mello kept telling himself.

"-and you'll meet us at the hospital? Thank you-"

Matt was speeding, phone held up to his ear by his shoulder as he weaved in and out of traffic. It was late afternoon, and Mello could see everything as it passed by the window, the forms blurry from unshed tears.

"Matt! Matt, I think I'm bleeding!" Mello had felt cold in that area for a few minutes before a biting pain had hit him again and the feeling of something soaking into the fabric of the clothing he wore drew his attention. He had touched the fabric and his fingertips came back red. Bleeding was not normal and was not good.

"W-what if I'm mis-"

"Don't even think it, Mello!" Matt snapped and blindly grabbed one of Mello's hands. They couldn't lose the baby, not after everything done to keep it.

Matt didn't bother to park normally and stopped at the main entrance where he screamed for help. Mello felt himself being moved into a wheelchair to be pushed through the hospital doors and into the building, which smelled strongly of antiseptic.

Mello couldn't focus on any one thing as the doctors got at him. It was all a blur of faces—people he had never seen before—and none who were Matt. He hoped desperately that they had let him in, he really needed him. Things were happening so fast and the next thing he knew he was being told his clothing needed to be removed. "What? No you cant-" he should have been paying attention to what the doctors had been saying rather than worried over where Matt was. They wanted him in hospital garb and wanted to check things he didn't have, it would be impossible to explain. They would never listen to him.

"Excuse me! Move out of the way-" Mello recognized the voice and swore in relief as Patricia, their obstetrician, came into view. She spoke in a hushed and hurried voice, and Mello noticed the surprise in some of the gathered faces. Imagine the surprise if they knew he had always been a guy.

Mello had to explain what he was feeling and what happened numerous times; they pressed and felt his stomach and did a few other quick tests and concluded he was in preterm labor. It was too soon. More than a month too soon.

Mello was given a drug that was supposed to help stop the contractions; if it didn't work however, he would have to go into surgery—and soon—to get the baby out. The blood and fluid discharge had only been a small amount, and it had been from the onset of the labor. Mello didn't care what it was from so long as the baby was alright.

Matt stood in the doorway, having been allowed in after the situation had been explained by Patricia; she really was a great help. How many obstetricians would willingly do all that she had done for them without being asked?

Matt immediately took Mello's hand as he sat beside him. "I'm sorry I couldn't get in earlier."

Mello shook his head. It didn't matter.

Every few minutes someone came in to check up on him and make note of any changes; there was only so long they could wait for the drugs to work, and Mello was worried.

"Everything will work out. You just need to stay calm." Matt smiled at him, and though he was visibly worried, it helped. Matt was right, Mello just wasn't certain if he could get himself to comply.

They waited what seemed like hours but, in reality, had only been a handful of minutes until the pain had finally lowered and the contractions stopped. It wasn't known if they would start up again or not. Mello was in that gray area where surgery could still be needed, but for the moment, he would just be monitored.

Stress had caused it. Or more than likely had been the cause.

Mello could see that. He really could. Who wouldn't be stressed after nearly being murdered in their sleep and knowing that the world's former greatest detective was hunting you down?

The more stressed he was, the more likely this could happen again. Stress on the 'mother' was always very detrimental to the fetus.

Mello frowned. He would have to stay overnight at the very least. And he was on bed rest for a few days afterwards, complete bed rest, to make sure no more stress was added to the already tenuous situation.

Matt was the one told this of course, as though Mello wasn't even in the room. Patricia smiled knowingly at him as the doctor left. She had stayed the entire time to know the outcome. "Call me if you need anything else, ok?"

They really had picked the best when they found her. Mello would never regret staying close.

"I guess we better get comfortable; it's going to be a long night," Mello sighed and wondered how the hell he was going to fall asleep in that bed made of stone.

.

.

Mello sat in the wheelchair impatiently as his information was processed, so he could leave. Of course it had nothing about Matt, Mello, or either of their real names on it. Sometimes he forgot he was supposed to be someone else, and it created an awkward moment of silence when he didn't reply right away. Mello had other things on his mind than another alias.

Drumming his fingers on the arm rests, Mello huffed out an aggravated sigh. Couldn't they hurry it up? He was the only one at the desk, and he was noticeably pregnant; didn't that count for something?

"Here you are. Just sign this, and you can be on your way."

With a barely contained snarl of 'finally!' Mello snatched the clipboard and signed whatever name was listed on the patient information and handed it back. "Let's go."

Mello looked pointedly at Matt, who sighed at him yet complied anyway.

Matt had parked his car the afternoon before when they wouldn't let him in, so Mello grudgingly stayed put while Matt brought it around. He had no problem easing himself into the passenger side once it was only a few feet walk however.

Mello took a deep breath and was more than relieved to be out of that place. Matt pulled out his phone while they were at a stoplight, and Mello listened in curiously until he caught the words 'we just checked out' and 'thank you'. Matt was talking to the obstetrician.

Matt laughed a few minutes later as he said goodbye, and Mello motioned for him to continue. "She told me you remind her of her niece, and that's why she can't help but want to make sure you are ok."

Matt's grin was infectious, and Mello smiled too despite being compared to a girl, again.

"I guess it's a good thing." Matt agreed and switched on the radio. Mello pulled his jacket around him more fully and stared out at the snow-less scenery. It was close to Christmas, and he hadn't gotten anything for Matt yet. Regrettably it didn't look like he would get the chance to either, not for a while.

If worse came to worst, he could order online. It always felt so cheap to do that though; he knew Matt wouldn't care, but that wasn't the point. Mello's hand settled on his stomach, and he let the drive go on in silence until they reached the hotel.

They took the elevator up, and Mello was more than happy their room wasn't too far down the hallway. Mello kicked off his shoes and after a quick stop at the toilet, removed yesterday's clothes and switched into something comfortable. Matt gave him a look that suggested that he shouldn't be on his feet. Mello rolled his eyes as he slipped into bed; he didn't mind so much now that he was out of the hospital. The prolonged bed rest would probably bother him after another sixteen hours like this, but for the moment it was alright.

"Want some decaf tea, Mello?" since you sure as hell aren't getting anything with caffeine in it, was left unspoken though Mello heard it loud and clear anyway.

"Sounds good. Thanks, Matt." If it was that or plain water, Mello would choose tea even though he hated it. Matt disappeared to use the microwave which was only a few paces away in the hotel room.

Mello felt a tiny kick from inside his stomach and flinched. He rubbed at his stomach slowly and calmly as the baby became active after being still for so long. "You can't do that again. You need to stay in there a little longer, ok?"

Mello took a deep breath and forced the lingering worry from the forefront of his mind. The baby was in no danger for the time being, and he wanted to keep it that way.

-End Part 26-

AN: um... long time no update? My fault. I was being super lazy and just writing writing writing and work. I am almost done, just the epilogue left, of another 25+ chapter fic and about to start 3 more... Next on my list of updates is Dog Days final chapter, and im almost done with Flaw 27, sending out 28 to the beta soon. I will try to keep on top of updates but i promise nothing, i will however tell you that it will be completed and not abandoned especially since its is a finished fic.
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