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Walls Came Tumbling Down	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's comment: Many thanks to Imoshen for helping me put some words into Mello's mouth here.

I

"What are you doing?" Fenian shrieked.

A hand immediately clamped down upon his mouth. The voice in the darkness snarled. "You shut your fucking noise. You shut your fucking noise right now." There were lights flashing further down the tracks. On the other side of the wall behind him, a train rushed past, shaking his body with the vibration. "Where's the bag?"

Fenian tasted oil and dirt on the finger against his teeth. He was trained in Capoeira, as all of Wammy's House had been, and the techniques flittered through his mind now. Deontic had used it and so should he, but the will had just gone. A boot nudged against his prone leg. There was more than one of them here. Deontic had fought off four of them. Fenian just lay still.

A roar and a train splintered the blackness in this tunnel too. The sheer violence of it was something which Fenian could never get used to. The sudden blazing lights; the surreal sight of the passengers inside; and the sound. The screaming volume of it, shuddering through his bones and reverberating his ear-drums. His captor yanked him from the ground and swung him around. The jarring agony in Fenian's back lasted just seconds, before adrenaline shot through. He was being pushed, positioned just inches from the rushing train. A slip and he would be taken with it, his body ripped to shreds on the speeding metal. He dared not even fight back, in case the hand at his lapel let go.

The terror seemed to last forever. It was over in seconds. In the aftermath of the noise, the man asked again, "Where is the bag?"

Fenian had seen him now. Baby-faced, but for the scar bisecting one cheek, running up from the corner of his mouth to his ear. The kid was probably only about fifteen, but he towered over Fenian. "What bag?" He gasped. "I don't know what..." He was falling. Down onto the tracks, where there was a live rail. How many volts of electricity were in it? Enough to kill. He landed on his feet, stumbling backwards, sending ricochet jolts of pain up through his shins. Then he tripped over a track and stiffened as he tumbled, expecting that to be the deadly one. It wasn't. It was like some grotesque game of Russian roulette, using rails instead of bullets; and when was the next train due?

"Got it!" A female voice called from the platform above. They were running then, hurrying away with his bag from Dr Campbell with all the pain-killers inside.

Fenian hurtled back upwards, stepping gingerly but swiftly over each track. There was a stickiness on his hand from where he'd touched his side. Too dark to tell if he was bleeding. Too pumped with adrenaline to feel if he was hurt. He took a running jump to climb back up onto the shelf. But it was too late. They'd got away. He stared in shock back towards Sam's camp. No-one had come to rescue him. Not the girl who brought him hot drinks, nor the man who'd allowed him to lay down here. Not part of the tribe. Not part of anything.

He threw back his head and screamed.

II

"And that's it?" Deontic asked, as Madeleine inserted the syringe into Luigi's veins. "What now?"

Mello consulted the dissertation, though he already had it off by heart. "Rinse and repeat. Twenty-four shots, one a day." All of his peers stood looking at him, like they'd expected a miracle rising from the dead. "The chemistry pans out, as far as I can tell."

"He was anxious to get your thoughts on it." Linda commented, earnestly. She leaned down to speak into Luigi's ear. "Mello's read your dissertation and he's impressed. We've put it together. It's been injected, Carl. Come on now."

Deontic tutted. "He's not deaf."

They all watched, but Luigi just lay there. Nothing had changed at all. Mello edged his way past Linda and put his hand onto Luigi's shoulder. "Ich vertraue dem Fachwissen diesen Mannes mehr als jedem anderen auf der Welt." Mello said, praising his foster brother's science in his native tongue. "Ich hätte weder die Eigenschaften des Enzym entdecken noch die Doktorarbeit schreiben können." Admitting that Luigi might have made a life-saving discovery, which Mello himself could not, was unexpected. It was spoken magnanimously, but at the cost of pride. Nevertheless, Mello inclined his head to acknowledge Luigi's triumph. "Sehr gut gemacht, Carl."

"Do you hear?" Linda was holding Luigi's hand. "Mello just gave you the science crown. You won. After it all, you won."

Mello blinked once and let go of his foster brother's shoulder. "Ok, let me through." It had been a long night, almost at the dawn, and he had only taken a brief nap. His eyes met Matt's and he gave a weak smile. "Good night all. We're crashing."

Leaving behind an exhausted, but genuine chorus of goodnights, the couple slowly wandered through the passage down towards Mr Wammy's old room. Matt gave his husband a wary smile. "What the fuck did you just say to him?"

"I'm sorry, Mail. Were you playing Mario during German classes?" Mello attempted the jibe, but he was too tired. He went on, without emotion. "Just said that I couldn't have written that. I couldn't have discovered the properties of that enzyme. Told him well done."

"Right."

Mello grimaced and Matt paused to support him a little better. "Alright?"

Mello nodded. "I promised you that we'd go home. I know that and I'm sorry."

"Science happened."

"Yes." Mello closed his eyes as he walked, partially out of tiredness and partially from pain. "But I'm still sorry."

Matt gave a half-sneer, but it was an acknowledgement and a dismissal. "Don't worry about it." They paused for Mello to have a rest. "Just get you into bed."

"Thank you." Mello sucked in a breath. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow we go home." The statement received no response from Matt at all. "We write our contracts, sign them and go home." Matt finally nodded. Step by step, they reached their quarters and went inside. Matt helped Mello undress, then had one last cigarette, before joining him in bed. Mello tensed as the cocoon of quilt was arranged around his husband, rocking the bed and shutting him out. "I see you, Mail."

Devoid of his goggles, Matt turned those huge, green eyes onto him. "Eh?" He could see his husband perfectly at that range.

"I see you and you're gorgeous." Mello smiled at him. "You think you're damaged, but you're just Mail. I've loved you a whole lifetime so far and now I'm madly, passionately in love. Guess that's what I was trying to say before."

"Oh." Matt gave a slow, wary smile. "Volim te."

Mello grinned. "I know you do, even if you do say it like you're trying out correct answers for size. It's not just sex or dominance. I'm not here because I'm particularly desperate for the company. I'm in it for the long haul." He slowly reached out to cup the side of Matt's face in the palm of his hand. "You ever need to check that, you just ask. Don't try to reason it out. Ask."

"'kay."

Mello narrowed his eyes in evaluation. "You think I'm humouring you?"

"Possibly." Matt yawned. "You can't know the future."

"Fuck the future. I'm the boss of it; and you get to be my consort."

Matt spluttered a laugh and Mello smiled, pleased to see it. His husband had appeared terminally worried these past few days. Mello slid his hand behind Matt's head and exerted pressure, until Matt got the hint and shuffled close enough for a kiss. "Pretty, pretty Mihael." Matt commented, as soon as they drew apart again.

"Never leaving you, Mail, for as long as we both shall live." He was awarded with a little shivering look of wonder. For this moment in time, Matt believed him and that felt like a breakthrough. It would, of necessity and realism, be transient; but it would let him sleep for now with a smile on his face. "Too committed; too in love. You're my life."

"'Night Mell."

Mello grinned fondly. "Goodnight, guapo."
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