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Chapter Thirty-Four: Suspect

Mello only woke due to the pain in his neck and lower back. It came from long hours of sleeping on the couch and the awkward position his arms were in from holding Matt who was cuddled against his chest. He sighed softly and a small strained smile appeared as he glanced at the redhead and was reminded the reason for their position.

Near was dead; that was the reason they hadn't moved into the bedroom having been too drained to do more than lie with each other where they were.

Mello brushed back the fringe of Matt's hair and watched as the redhead stirred. He hadn't meant to wake him but there didn't appear to be any way to keep him asleep anymore either. Mello watched as those familiar green orbs fluttered in an out of view as Matt took his time waking, enough time to notice his goggles were missing.

Mello looked on in confusion as Matt's eyes squinted and the pupils contracted and widened a few times as Matt's eyes blinked rapidly as though trying to figure out where he was despite how close they were.

"morning Mello.." Matt mumbled and reached around almost blindly for his goggles before Mello caught his face and forced Matt's stare onto him. Something wasn't right and Mello wanted to know what it was.

"What is it with you today, it's like you can hardly see?" he wondered if Matt was simply too drained from the day before and needed more sleep or something...

Matt tensed at Mello's words, dashing all notions of sleep and Mello glared at his lover who was obviously hiding something from him. He felt Matt go almost boneless atop him as he finally sighed after a small staring contest.

"That's because I practically can't see. Not without my goggles. I... never have been able to." Matt mumbled quietly. How had he never known about this, especially after so many years of knowing Matt?

He sent a look to Matt that simply translated to 'explain now'. He watched as Matt hesitated for a moment before Matt shut his eyes, simply resting his head against Mello's chest.

"I have Retinitis pigmentosa, or something like that. I never really paid much attention to what I had, only that I needed glasses because of it. My dad had the goggles made as I always lost or broke my glasses despite never being all that active as a child. I will eventually go blind, probably by forty, at the latest with how my vision is."

Mello thought of perhaps being angered at never being told, but he understood. At Wammys there had never been a good time, or reason, to tell him. Not even before the L incident. And what of it? It wasn't something he had specifically needed to know... and if he knew Matt at all, it had become something of a habit to hide it and the longer he waited the more he needed to hide it.

Perhaps Mello would have gotten pissed off about it on a different day but he just didn't have it in him at the moment. And really... it was alright.

Instead he shook his head and kissed Matt, who flinched slightly, Mello figured at the unexpected reaction, before he responded to him. "You are a fucking idiot." he told Matt and placed the goggles, which had been wedged into the cushion above his head, over Matt's eyes for him. Matt grinned.

"Much better." Matt mumbled and kissed him back, though Mello could see the sadness in his eyes. It would probably be there for quite a while. He wondered if that particular ache would ever dull, but despite that... he couldn't help but be thankful it had been Near and not Matt...

It was a horrible thought but a truthful one none the less. It hurt with Near gone, like losing a limb, but if it had been Matt... it would have been like a gunshot to the head; something you may, by extreme chance, recover from but never be the same from afterwards.

Their kisses stayed light and infrequent with both of them more than content to lay there. Mello rolled his fingers across Matt's spine gently having long since reached under the shirt to feel him. He wondered if he had some sort of fixation on simply touching Matt, not even in a sexual way, but just being able to feel him under his fingertips.

It was possible... and had he been inclined, Mello may have tried to test that theory.

Matt's breathing had softened and he was partially asleep again, making Mello smile. He was able to maneuver himself out from under the redhead without much of a problem other than Matt grumbling and blinking his eyes a few times before they slipped shut again.

So he couldn't see and was exhausted. Not a particularly good combination.

"Mello?" Matt's sleep blurred voice called to him as he stood from the couch.

"Go back to sleep Matt. You don't need to be awake right now." he drew the blanket further up Matt's frame and watched in silent amusement as Matt curled up as much as he could and practically disappeared under the blanket, only the goggles and hair sticking out. Mello conceded that the apartment was cold.

Mello wished he was still asleep but now that he was awake he knew he had things to do. He'd left his phone on but that didn't mean he hadn't missed any calls or didn't have any work to do.

That and he needed something to rid him of his stiff neck. And once he had found himself a pain killer to ingest, which would only be able to take the edge away, he seated himself in the unoccupied chair near Matt with a blanket on his lap, a cup of coffee, and the laptop.

His phone had provided no immediate missed calls. No messages at all. Either that meant Yuriy was still on the move or his Mafiya was in dire trouble. He wouldn't know for a while longer and Mello didn't want to call Yuriy in case he was in hiding as it could point out his position.

He would wait a few more days before he called. Mello checked his e-mail instead and was hardly surprised to see something waiting for him, though one of the senders' immediately caught his eye. Yagami. And it said it was urgent and dated from the day before.

It really was one thing after another and there didn't seem to be a break available for him in the future. Mello took his phone with him into the kitchen as opened a can of some Japanese iced coffee Matt had bought as it dialed. He needed something to shock him awake rather than the slow acting hot coffee.

It was picked up immediately by a rather high strung sounding Yagami. And as Mello listened he understood why. He frowned as Yagami mentioned L and how he had pulled him aside at lunch and told him about his plans for one of the Russian mob bosses associates.

L had told him that he would catch them at their apartment and get information about the boss out of them and failing that simply kill them and get rid of the evidence, after all, there was no need to get the local police involved with corpses.

L had been watching him very intently for the rest of the day and he hadn't been able to get away long enough to e-mail.

Mello froze at that.

Did it mean that L suspected Yagami, truly suspected him, that he would give him that kind of information and hope to catch him in a conversation with Mello? But what did it mean now? Would L still be watching Yagami as much after...

"It was already too late. Don't bother worrying about it." Mello felt bile rise up in his throat but forced himself to ignore the absolute sick feeling that washed over him. L had Near killed to use him as a pawn, to fish out other allies he had. Ones that would warn Mello of Near's impending doom and out themselves in the process. He was thankful Yagami wasn't impulsive.

Despite the albino's death... it might have been better in the long run for catching L.

They couldn't get into the police station anymore; getting in once had been a miracle and that had been before L implemented his security system and Mello knew he needed Yagami and Matsuda on the inside.

"Give me Matsuda's number, he won't be watched as closely as you are. And if there is anything urgent you can have him e-mail me. That way when you aren't in a position to get a hold of me, Matsuda can."

Mello frowned, despite Yagami complying and rattling off the number. He was going to kill L. Somehow. He would do it even if it was with his last breath...

"Mello... I really am sorry." the hesitance in Yagami's voice made him smile slightly.

"Be careful. L is testing you, don't fail." he hung up and leaned against the refrigerator. He let his feet slide out from under him and came to rest on the ground, knees bunched to his chest. L had to be on to them or at least suspect that someone, if not Yagami, was involved. And if he didn't then L soon would suspect.

Yagami and Matsuda were good, but were they good enough to fool L?

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Mello knew that Matt was the best. He believed it even if Matt didn't so he couldn't understand why Matt didn't want to do it.

"No. Mello, really." Matt was actually looking at him, so close that he could see the uncertainty in his eyes. It was so odd for Mello to see such an emotion in the gamer. Mello didn't see what was so difficult about what he was asking, especially from someone of Matt's talents.

"I'm only asking you to leave a little something in the system, something L would recognize should he see the error again. Like a watermark on a drawing. Nearly invisible at times but striking enough that it's noticeable all the same."

Mello wanted Matt to leave little bread crumbs, trails in the networks he invaded, ones that Mello knew L would be frequently watching. Make them obvious little mistakes but not so obvious that L would be able to tell it was a trap.

"And then you want me to hack L when he latches onto them to get his location." Matt said sarcastically.

"With L only coming and going to the police station as he pleases you know there is no way to get to him otherwise. Come on Matt, I need your help." he coaxed, softly prodding at the gamers resolve.

Mello didn't care about a confrontation between them, not at all, the second he saw L he was going to blow a hole in the detectives head. He would be the judge, the jury and the executioner all in one.

"I'm not the best though... L has always been better. There is a very good chance he'll know-"

Mello silenced the redhead with a kiss. "You'll be fine."

Matt bit his lip uncertainly before hanging his head in defeat.

"Alright... alright..." Matt muttered. And Mello could have sworn he had whispered something like 'but please forgive me when it all goes wrong..' it was just the slightest bit unsettling to the blond.

"Thank you." he gave Matt a smile and though Matt returned it, it was shaky at best.

He sat on the arm of the couch and watched as Matt worked. Mello honestly couldn't see why Matt was worried. He was an excellent hacker and he could do things that most could only dream of. He watched Matt hack into the Russian government so easily and plant the first 'error' with awe. He was in and out in less than two minutes.

Matt went on to three other major agencies before he declared it enough for the day. It wasn't that he couldn't do more but that they didn't need more done. They needed L to find the trail, not a billion trails.

Matt powered the laptop down and turned to face him, face grim. "Mello... I want us to move."

Mello looked questioningly at Matt, having not expected that in the slightest. He didn't need to ask why as he was certain his expression had slipped more than enough. He had thought they had been comfortable there, as much as they could away from what had been their home in Russia.

"After what happened to Near... I don't think we should take any chances. I think we need to move to a different place." Matt's voice was stronger, more determined, and Mello knew that if he argued it would be a long argument ending in both of them yelling.

That would be if he had found anything to argue about.

He had thought of it, briefly, in the last day or so but hadn't gotten round to really deliberating on it as they would have already been dead if L knew where they were. But he supposed Matt was correct... better safe than sorry. Or in that case, dead. "Alright."

"Alright? You aren't going to argue about this?" Matt asked though he looked neither pleased nor displeased.

"No. I've thought about it too." Mello replied honestly. There was no reason to keep his thoughts from the redhead. Just as there was no reason for them not to move.

"If you want to make the arrangements I'll start packing." he offered and was given a small smile.

Matt swatted his ass as he walked away, making Mello roll his eyes. He was passed the point of yelling at him for it. But not far enough gone that he would admit that he enjoyed it sometimes... most of the time.

Mello supposed that moving was a rather sudden decision if he thought back to their brief conversation, though from the way Matt had acted he had put a fair amount of thought into it since Near's death almost three days ago.

Mello sighed as he dragged out their suitcases he'd foolishly believed they wouldn't need again until L was dead. Another thing he'd been wrong at, and learned the hard way. He started on Matt's things, as they were numerous. Though he didn't dare touch his games. Matt would do that later on.

Nothing major had happened since Near's death. It was almost too calm. After such a large move L should have done something else, unless Yagami was playing his own part in L's scheme; though if he was, he wasn't making things easy for L.

Matsuda hadn't reported anything out of the ordinary either. Well if L waltzing into the NPA whenever he wanted didn't count as odd, other than L sticking to Yagami more closely. But it wasn't something Yagami hadn't already told him.

There was also nothing, Mello reflected as he shoved clothing inside the lack bag, from his Mafiya. He knew he should contact them, but he found himself almost hesitant. His emotions were already teetering on the edge and he wasn't sure what might set him off.

It wasn't that he would necessarily do something reckless in the case of bad news but the more things went to hell because of L the more Mello found he couldn't control himself. L brought out every and all negative emotion in him in a way that not even Near in the early days could.

He would have to call Yuriy and soon. No more than another two days. But before that he knew the packing needed to be done and the move complete. There would be no need to take the furniture, it was shit to begin with, and he was certain Matt would have everything furnished no matter the state of the apartment.

Mello hoped it would be in a nondescript neighborhood such as the place they were in but he wouldn't argue Matt's choice unless it was next to Yagami's own place. He might have had an issue with that.

"I've got us a place nearly a two hours from here. We can simply adjust any plans from there." Matt called to him from the doorway, though he moved from his leaning to take the things from Mello's hands and kiss him in thanks.

Matt hadn't needed to say it aloud for Mello to understand him. "Go pack your games, I'll get this stuff." he muttered against Matt's lips.

"Ok." Matt surveyed him for another moment before he pulled free a bunch of packing material, that Mello hadn't remembered saving, as well as a few modified suitcases for his games. He really ought to limit the amount of consoles Matt was allowed to have as he seemed to accumulate them rapidly no matter the situation.

But they were as much as an addiction as his chocolate was to him so Mello knew it was an impossibility.

"Before you ask, we are in the same type of place though I did arrange for them to have the furniture replaced beforehand. No one will see the inside of the apartment while we live there. Not unless we let them in at any rate." Matt grunted mid sentence as he hefted one filled bag off the bed. He couldn't move it with his foot so it stayed where placed. Mello hoped Matt knew he would be the one to carry those up the stairs, assuming they didn't have a first floor apartment which always were rented out first.

"How long do you think L will take to notice...?" Mello was asked a few minutes later, after having acknowledged Matt's earlier comment. Mello set his own bag to the floor beside their bed and leaned casually against the wall.

"It depends on what he is doing, whether or not he has Watari monitoring any programs he might have for this sort of thing. He might be at the station and unable to get to it for a while. Or it might be two minutes from now." he shrugged. He was calm for Matt but only because he knew the redhead was already unhappy about having had to do those things in the first place.

There was really nothing to do but wait no matter how much both of them hated it. And despite Matt's frown Mello wordlessly went back to packing. It might have gone unsaid, but they had a time limit to get to the new place.

-End Suspect-

AN: OK, im really not happy with this chapter. But it can't be helped as I wrote this I was in the middle of my work week from hell, and the days that followed had simply drained me and I hadn't wanted to write anything and when I did I got so tired after 300 words all I'd wanted to do was curl up and sleep.

That being said, for those who didn't read the other AN from last chapter, I'm attempting to rework the ending so the next update will probably be longer in coming.

THANK YOU EVERYEONE for getting me over the 500 review mark. It means a lot.
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