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After All These Years	By : MnMFANactory Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1476 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matt gasped at the sight. Something finally clicking back into place inside of him. “M-mello.” He leaned down, scooping him up in his arms

“Get away...” He whispered, curling up, trying to push against his chest.

“ I...I...shit...I don't know why I j-just did that...” he said, his voice shaking, walking out of the kitchen, looking for which direction his room would be.

Mello started crying, hurting too much to fight him anymore, his head lulling backwards “S-second door...”

Matt nodded, walking down a hallway, opening the second door, blinking at how it only held a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. “Hell...”

“Leave... “ he whispered, his voice barely audible, unable to move

Matt bit his lip, setting him down on the bed, shaking as he pulled the covers over him. “I...I...” he bit his lips harder, tears welling in his eyes.

“G-get out...get out of my room... “he whispered, staring blankly ahead, his voice distant.

Matt’s heart felt as if it was lodged in his throat, finding it hard to process words. “I need to make sure you're okay first...”

“I said...get out...” He looked up at him, his eyes lifeless, “Go...”

“You're...bleeding...” He looked around the room, spotting a bathroom, heading towards it

Mello turned his head back to the side, feeling it trickling down the back of his legs, closing his eye. Matt searched his cabinets frantically, finally finding a first aid kit, returning back to his side. “Mello..”.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Room.” he snarled, his voice venomous despite being scratchy.

“Let me...fix what I did...please...just...just rest...I'll...it won't take long...”

“Get out!” he screamed, glaring at him, his eyes angry, pained at the same time.

Matt dropped the kit, taking a step back, scared “Okay...” turns, walking out the door.

“You...you can sleep on the couch...” he said, his voice soft, trying not to cry.

Matt stopped, turning back around, not believing he actually wanted him to stay after what he just did. “Okay...thanks...”

“There's a gun in my dresser...touch me again and I'll kill you...” Mello said, his voice even, meeting his eyes

“Understood...” Matt turned back around, leaving the door open ajar.

Mello shifted under the sheets. He drew his knees up and unlaced his boots carefully, biting into the blanket at the movement. He pulled them off followed by his pants. He bitterly noted that he'd need to buy new sheets now. He climbed up further in the bed and opened the drawer, leaving it with easy access, shaky hands pulled the covers over his body completely. He grabbed a pillow, curling into a ball around it, staring at the wall as shock set in and the tears slowly slid down from the corner of his eyes onto the bed.

Matt trudged back into the kitchen, sighing at the blood on the table and the floor, searching for paper towels. He tidied up the kitchen and pushed the table back to its original spot. Leaning against the counter, tears slipped down to his throat. He wiped his eyes after a moment, looking over toward the microwave, eyeing the hot chocolate Mello made earlier, wondering if he even wanted it now. He thought for a moment, before advancing toward his freezer. Opening it, he saw just as he expected: a plethora of Hershey’s Milk chocolate bars. He pulled one out, and looked over at his closed bedroom door. Deciding it couldn't hurt to offer it to him, he moved towards the door and knocked on on it softly

Mello listened to the sound idly, continuing to stare at the wall, everything blurring again. Matt opened the door wider when he heard no response. He walked in slowly, cautiously stopping a few feet from him, “Um...” He held out the chocolate bar as an offering.

Mello reached into the dresser, holding the gun sideways, pulling the hammer back on it, signaling that it was loaded as he pointed it directly at him “I told you to get out...”

Matt stared wide eyed at the gun. It had been months since he seen one. He set the chocolate bar on the dresser, turning away, exiting the room quickly.

Mello dropped his arm, too weak to hold it up. He hit the safety button at the same time, picking the chocolate bar up, he threw it at the wall. “Fuck you...”

“I'm sorry...” he whispered, walking into the living room robotically. He sat down on the couch, staring down at the carpet.

Mello set the gun back on the dresser, knowing he shouldn't have it in bed. He curled up again, burying his face in the pillow, sobbing into it. He was unable to stop and wondered how many tears his body could actually produce tonight. He tried to process what had happened. Feeling like his body weighed a ton, he sunk into the mattress. Eventually he forced his breathing to even out, tucking his chin over the pillow so he wouldn’t suffocate, on the verge of passing out again. He took another shuddering breath, wanting to call for Matt in order to tell him what he'd been wanting to all these years, blacking out instead. Mello let his body relax, somehow taking comfort in the blackness stretched before him, letting it envelop every sense. The unconsciousness numbed every ounce of pain.

Matt buried his head in the couch, finding comfort in it smelling just like Mello.He brought both his hands up to his chest, rolling on his stomach, pressing himself into the plush cushions. His forlorn cries were muffled into the couch. He felt as if all of this was just another one of his nightmares and was waiting for it to end. Waiting to wake up alone in a trashed apartment and Mello nowhere in sight. Matt shuddered as he cried, clinging onto the side of the arm chair. He forced himself to stop, telling himself everything was going to be alright, not knowing if he believed that or not. Turning he stared at the wide tv screen, blinking at his reflection. Matt wiped his mess of hair out of his face and closed his eyes, willing himself to just go to sleep. He breathed steadily, trying to shut his mind off, closing his eyes tighter.
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