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For the Sake of Being Normal	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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~Part 2~

-The Distraction-

Section 1

"Mihael, please stop fidgeting. It will only be for a few hours. Honestly, you act like you have never been over there before," his mother tisked from the front seat, peering back at him through the mirror so he couldn't frown.

Sam covered her smile with a tissue, and for all appearances, she was wiping her nose. The weather had turned cold, and runny noses were a common occurrence. Despite having to deal with tissue boxes littered around the house, and an wife who wanted to cuddle constantly because of it, Mello loved winter. The air was always so crisp and fresh, nothing like the stuffy heavy air the rest of the year.

So many seasons had passed already since he had married. Two years and four kids later... was what his mother would have liked to say about him. It was two years later however there were no kids.

Sam hadn't wanted to go to a specialist as apparently his words to her had gotten through about letting it happen naturally. Mello couldn't have planned it any better had he been trying. Only he knew the real reason for the lack of children, and he certainly wasn't going to tell.

Mello looked out the window and watched the streetlamps pass by rapidly as his father drove them to the Richardson's house for a pre-Christmas celebration. It was basically a party for the sake of a party. They were the only ones in attendance, a family thing, though Mello knew better than to believe it would only last a few hours. He would be lucky to get home before dawn, especially since Sam was getting to see her parents which meant she wouldn't want to leave so soon.

Six or more hours of pretending he wasn't bored out of his mind. Splendid.

They pulled into the long driveway and exited the vehicle around twenty minutes later. "That's not daddy's car. I wonder if someone stopped over for a bit?" Sam murmured, yet it still caught everyone's attention.

"So much for a family dinner," he grumbled.

"Mihael!" His mother was frowning at him, but he ignored her and continued on to the front doors. It was blistering cold out despite the season being early and Mello was freezing; he wasn't not going to wait for his mother to scold him for speaking his mind.

He rang the bell just as Sam stepped beside him; she grabbed his arm and cuddled into him as the wind ripped through them. For once he didn't mind as she shielded him from some of it.

The door opened only about fifteen seconds later, and the four of them tumbled inside. His father helped the servant shut the door as he steadied Sam to keep her from falling. The wind on their backs had been brutal.

"Everyone is in the dining hall. I will take your coats so please make your way there," the servant, an older gentleman with a trimmed white beard, told them. Mello had seen him a few times but had never caught his name.

He had also noted the 'everyone' and wondered at who else was there. The Richardson's were many things, but when it came to their daughter, they stuck to their word. they wanted 'quality' time with her and only her that night, so it was a surprise that someone else would be there. It was certainly true they could have come unexpected, but they would have been turned away before the start of dinner.

Whomever it was had been expected.

"Mihael-"

Mello glared at his wife but did not say anything in the presence of his mother. She had no problems embarrassing him in front of others. And lately Sam had been calling him Mihael more and more often, generally in his parent's company. However, if she believed he was going to let her call him that all the time, she was mistaken.

"Samantha! Oh good, you got here safe. There was an accident due to a downed power line already. Dreadful wind-" Sam's aging mother, who was very frail and delicate in appearance, greeted her daughter with a kiss to the cheek. Her father nodded to her though continued conversing with another man. He was in the same age group as Mr. Richardson, but appeared to be more than a business partner.

"Martin Jeevas, is that you?" Mello looked over at is mother as she walked over to the fireplace, his father trailing behind her. They knew him? And that name, Jeevas, sounded familiar.

He watched in confusion as his parents seemed excited to see that man, Martin. Mello had thought he knew all of his parents close friends, and they did not act like that with mere acquaintances.

"Mihael, don't just stand there, come greet him," his mother glared at him, it turning to a smile the second she was looking at Martin again.

"Sybil, I doubt he remembers me. He was just a tiny thing the last time I saw him, and even then, he was more interested in playing with Mail." Martin winked at him and Mello had the feeling he was going to like this man, who he apparently already knew.

"Speaking of Mail, how is he doing? I haven't heard anything from you in such a long time..." his mother trailed off almost awkwardly as she seated herself next to Mrs. Richardson, waiting to be answered.

"He's doing well. Finished all his technology schooling and is already working for a gaming company; he will be running it in no time." They all laughed, though Mello rolled his eyes. Everything was funny when company was over. God how he hated being born privileged.

He sat on the couch opposite his mother and wife. He could at least claim no room as it only seated three people.

"Telling them bad things about me already?"

A voice drew his gaze to the doorway where a guy about his age stood, leaning against the woodwork with denim jeans, socks, and a striped shirt on. He even had what looked liked goggles around his neck. Not something he expected to see being worn in this house and in this company.

"Mail, I didn't know you were here too, dear. Where were you?"

"I was out having a smoke." The redhead in question dangled a pack of cigarettes into view.

Mello was still focused on the goggles. Though he vaguely thought he heard his mother make a blatantly rude comment about the cigarette. Furring his brows, Mello leaned back and crossed his arms. What was it about that guy, other than him being easy on the eyes?

"Matt," he spoke softly, yet the redhead in question immediately looked over. His mouth hung open, and Mello got the feeling 'Matt' remembered him more than he remembered Matt. The room had grown silent, but Mello kept his attention on the redhead.

"Mello. It's been a while." Matt smiled awkwardly at him for a long moment before taking the seat next to him.

"Hm, the geeky redhead with the bug eyes," Mello said aloud and Matt's father laughed heartily while Matt simply looked embarrassed. They had played together when they were little, that much Mello was certain; so young that his memories were fragmented and very obscure. He did remember, if only vaguely.

The scrawny little boy with the wild hair who had glasses so large they made his eyes look bug-like. He had changed a lot, but so had Mello. From the short bob haircut and baggy clothing to suits and, when he had the chance, leather. Though with Sam around, the leather wasn't an option very often at all; he missed the way it hugged his body like a second skin.

"You, ah, don't remember me all that much, do you?" Matt asked. Mello shook his head and wondered at the way Matt looked away. "Well it was a long time ago," Matt murmured.

"Nonsense. The two of you were inseparable back then. Mihael, I believe you were seven, and Mail was six. Twin terrors you were, always getting into so much trouble," his mother looked pointedly at him, as if to say he still did enough damage on his own. He had been old enough to create lasting memories, so why was it that when he tried to think of Matt, all he got were blurs? They couldn't have been that inseparable then as life had clearly gone on without the need of his little childhood 'friend'.

"All of this talk has made me famished, and I'm certain the women are the same way. We won't keep you any longer," Martin Jeevas said with a smile, though it was one that Mello noted held sadness as though he did not want to part with these people.

"Oh you must stay for dinner. None of us mind, right?" Mrs. Richardson glanced around and smiled when no one objected.

"Oh great, there goes the night," Matt sighed, and Mello couldn't help but snicker at the comment. Matt gave him a small smile that he returned. He may not have remembered Matt, but perhaps he could form new memories with his once friend.

Mello glanced at his wife and noted how she waited for him by the doorway. Time to face dinner with the in-laws...and the Jeevas'.

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"It was so good to see you-"

Mello distanced himself from his mother who was gushing over Martin Jeevas and forcing plans onto the poor man. "Mail must visit as well, he was such a-"

Mello smirked, content with the fact that he was not the only one who would be forced into doing his mother's biding all the time.

"Is she always like this?" Despite the cold and the wind, Matt was leaning against the house, smoking and seemingly unaffected by the cold. He was wearing a deerskin vest though, so it probably blocked out a good portion of the weather.

"Every single damn moment of my life," he groaned. Matt winced in sympathy, blowing smoke away from him as he exhaled. Mello appreciated it.

Dinner had gone well with most of the attention going to the Jeevas men, though it did become a little awkward when they began to recant tales of himself and Matt as children. Like the time Matt had gotten ahold of his mother's makeup and decided to make Mello 'pretty'. He almost spit his water all over the table before looking at the mortified redhead across from him. Other than more horrible and equally traumatizing shenanigans being told, Mello hadn't minded being there so late.

There was however, a subject that had only been skated over: the reason the Jeevas family had moved away in the first place. It had something to do with Matt's mother, though no one had said exactly what. It ate at his curiosity until he just couldn't contain himself. It was a good thing his mother was preoccupied or he was certain something nasty would have come out of her mouth for him prying.

"I have been wondering, and if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you leave the first chance you got when you were able to after highschool?" Mello knew that every family wasn't like his, the kind that drove a person to an early grave, but Matt also didn't seem to fit into their kind of society. His clothing was rebellious and not something that would have been tolerated in the Keehl household. That and his company's main branch was located here, rather than where Matt's family had moved to. So why would Matt have stayed with his parents when he could have easily gone anywhere he wanted?

Matt was silent for a moment before he glanced over and shrugged. "My mother had always been frail. It wasn't that I didn't want to leave, just by the time that I could, she only had a few years left as the cancer ate away at her. I wanted to make certain I wasn't splitting my time between two places."

"I'm sorry." The past tense, as well as the fact that Matt was there, meant his mother was dead. Whether recently or not Mello didn't know.

"It's alright. I'm certain all the cloak and dagger way of avoiding the subject made you curious." Matt did not seem bothered by it in the least, and he just couldn't help but hesitantly ask Matt the kind of cancer.

Mello withheld the urge to slap a hand over his mouth to just stop himself from speaking, but all Matt did was smile and say "Lung cancer" as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Mello shook his head in disbelief. That was not a normal response.

"Mihael, let's get going." Mello rolled his eyes as Sam's voice called out to him. Always when he was enjoying himself.

"Guess I will see you whenever they rope you into visiting." Mello turned with those words, seeing the impatience in his mother's eyes as she waited with Sam by the car. "It was good to see you again, Mello, even if you can't say it back."

Looking back, he noted how Matt's smile was tinged with just a bit of sadness. He didn't really know what to say to that and settled on an awkward smile.

He hurried over to the car after that, knowing everyone was waiting on him.

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