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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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Disclaimer: still dont own death note or make money from it, shocking i know.

Part 2

-The Distraction-

Section 3

Matt had called him on his day off and asked if he wanted to do something. Normally, he would have declined—it was his day off after all, and he wasn't all that familiar with the redhead either—but Sam had been due home any time and he wanted an excuse not to deal with her. It had turned out to be a great decision.

Matt had arrived in a red Camaro and told him they were going to grab something to eat before going to a gun range, though they had ended up not leaving for another ten minutes. He had made a split second decision to change into something he kept hidden at the very bottom of his clothing drawer: his leather.

If he was going out and doing something with guns, he was going to be in leather—no ifs, ands, or buts. The two just mixed in all the right ways, not that he wouldn't have used any excuse to wear the leather. He completed the outfit change with his Doc Martens and a pair of leather gloves.

Matt's jaw had practically unhinged from his face when he had strode out of the house in the leather, and it pleased him. Mello knew he looked sexy in leather and wished he led a life where he could show it off more. It felt great against his skin, hugging his body snugly and comfortingly.

"Now I'm ready," he smirked, settling in the passenger seat. Matt swallowed hard and shook his head. "Wow" had been all he could manage as he pulled out of the driveway.

The gun range had been surprisingly close, nestled deep within a place Mello never would have set foot in on his own. Rich people had all the amenities in their exclusive country clubs, shooting ranges included. Mello had always hated going to those snooty places.

Matt had taken Mello's sour expression at the entrance sign in stride, merely grinning as he parked. Apparently, Matt thought his reaction was hilarious. He felt slightly awkward walking into the lobby, not only as a guest but wearing something that was patently not country club material. Matt did not seemed bothered in the least and checked in, evidently having reserved a certain time slot for them to be alone on the range.

"You just moved here. How the hell do you even have a membership to this...establishment?" he hissed quietly, eyeing the people around him wearily. He wondered at what they thought of him, dressed like that in their snobby club.

"My mother liked to go to the sister one in our previous area, and I simply had the membership transferred here. Even my dad has one, though I doubt he will ever use it again."

Mello had not thought memberships could be shifted. Unless it was a chain of some sort? Matt pulled him from his thoughts by literally tugging him from the room. "Come on. We only have two hours."

Mello caught a few of the not so quiet whispers and was more than thankful to be out of their prying eyes. Honestly, he wasn't a five-hundred dollar an hour hooker! They were lucky he hadn't gotten to a gun yet; he was not a member of this club, so nothing he did would be tracked back to his family.

He left those thoughts at the door, letting the cool air rip through his hair and the cold immediately settle into his bones. It was comfortable though, a mild chill compared to the previous weeks of freezing temperatures. If he somehow were to work up a sweat, the jacket he wore wouldn't even be needed.

The grounds of the range were cleared of snow and the hard earth beneath their feet was only covered in the dead frozen grass. He would have preferred to stand in the snow. Matt continued to lead him over to an elongated structure, one Mello assumed was somehow part of target practice and perhaps even the pull targets.

As they closed in on the structure, Mello noticed that a woman stood guard there. She was dressed in the same cream colored attire the rest of the staff wore, the only difference being her black pea-coat, fuzzy boots, and hat. She appeared neither pleased nor displeased, though with having to stand out in the cold for a long period of time, Mello believed she was closer to displeased.

"I didn't know what kind you would be comfortable using, granted this isn't a typical gun range so we are a bit limited in the types we can use..." Matt trailed off, smile a little strained as though kicking himself for not having everything perfect. It was sort of endearing, in a way.

"It's fine, Matt. You could have put out all single shot guns, and I would have been happy." Which was the truth; he hadn't been near a gun since he had started dating Sam. Matt appeared instantly relieved and let the employee know they were ready to start. She went through a list of rules and instructions to follow: don't point the gun at anyone, don't point it at yourself, only fire at the targets, blah blah blah. All things anyone with half a brain should have already known.

He nodded at the appropriate places and once the employee was satisfied they wouldn't immediately blow their fingers off, she brought them into the locked office portion that was not visible upon arrival. Arranged on a table inside were various firearms, mainly of the hunting variety, though Mello spied the glock and immediately stated he wanted that one. It wasn't a Beretta, but the glock would suffice. Sure it meant he would be stuck on the human paper target for the time being, but he didn't care.

Matt chose the matching one, probably just so they would be together, and they were shown the way to the targets, given the ear muffs, and left in peace. Mello held no doubt, however, that they were being watched on a camera.

He looked down at his fingers and almost shuddered. It felt so good to have a gun in his grasp again, and even if he had to become a member of this damn club, he wouldn't wait so long to do it again.

"You alright over there?" Matt asked, failing to hide a laugh.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the grinning redhead. There was something odd about his tone.

"No reason. Except that you are practically drooling over that. I didn't know if you wanted some alone time with it or-"

Mello snorted, he couldn't believe what Matt was even jokingly suggesting. But the idea of messing with him was too great to pass up. "You have no idea. I'd love to strip naked and rub the cool metal across my skin. Better than sex," he said in complete seriousness, waiting until Matt's grin had dropped into an awkward 'I don't know what to say to this' kind of smile before setting things straight. "I'm fucking with you. Calm down before you think too much on that image," he snickered at the look Matt gave him, a half mix of horror and relief.

"I had no idea whether to believe you or not; you said it completely straight-faced!" Matt's shoulders sagged, though he was clearly very amused.

"Don't worry. I won't be sneaking off with this baby anytime soon. I prefer Beretta's," he winked, putting on his muffs as Matt shook his head laughing. It was so nice not to have to stick to insane standards of propriety around him, to just be able to talk to someone who was at least half normal... it was a salve for his sanity.

They eventually switched off to the pull targets, using rifles, and stayed there for the remainder of the time. Mello found that he could not rid himself of his grin. He was happy and about more than just having been able to fire a gun again. He really could see how they had been friends as children if Matt had been anything like that as a child.

They had gotten into the car, heat turned on full blast, when Matt had suggested they go to his place for something to warm them up. Mello hadn't even hesitated in agreeing. He had expected to be taken to the Jeevas residence and was a little confused when a nice block of private apartments came into view.

"It's close to work, and I really hate living in huge houses. It seems like such a waste," Matt shrugged, though he almost seemed to expect a rude comment about it.

"I agree with you," he told him, following Matt into an elevator.

"Then why is your house that big? I mean it just seems a bit large for two people…" Matt trailed off as the doors swung open to the appropriate floor.

"It was a wedding gift from my parents. I didn't have a choice but to accept it. I hate how large it is. A pain in the ass to clean," he grumbled the last portion a bit too loudly, and Matt ducked his face to hide a laugh.

The apartment was warm, if not a little smoky smelling, and he followed Matt's lead in shrugging off his jacket, letting the other take it to hang up. He removed his boots too, not wanting to track mud everywhere. "I have hot chocolate, coffee, or tea," Matt yelled from the kitchen.

"How about hot chocolate coffee?" he suggested, scanning the living room and not feeling the slightest bit guilty that he was 'snooping'. There were a lot of figurines on the shelves, Mello assumed from a show or perhaps a game of some sort.

"OK... wait, what?" Matt poked his head out of the kitchen with confusion written across his face as though he had to have heard wrong.

"Just make the coffee, and I will add whatever kind of hot chocolate mix you have to it afterwards." He watched Matt's nose scrunch up. Guess Matt wouldn't be asking to try it anytime soon. His loss.

Mello tore his gaze away from the neatly confined chaos of games and game consoles and headed to where Matt was. "You are just full of surprises, aren't you? Leather, gun fetishes, and now this?" Matt joked, turning away as the one-cup brewer beeped and poured out the coffee. Matt set the mug out for Mello as he readied the machine for another cup.

"Not like I can indulge myself elsewhere, might as well subject you to it." And though he was partially joking, it was also true. His family did not like any of his 'odd' quirks, and he barely got away with eating as much chocolate as he did. When he ate chocolate, he still felt like a bad child who had stolen something and had to eat it before his parents noticed.

"There is cream in the fridge if you even use it. I will just be right back, ok?" Matt strolled almost lazily from the kitchen, though Mello didn't pay much attention to where he was going, instead concentrating on mixing in the hot chocolate packet that had been left out.

He finished, taking a sip to make certain there was enough cocoa in it, before cleaning his mess and waiting for Matt to return. He was halfway through his coffee and Matt still wasn't back. Being naturally curious, he set the cup aside and went in search.

It wasn't until he came across a closed door, light spilling out from underneath and the smell of smoke wafting out around it, did he understand. It hadn't occurred to him, but Matt had not smoked at all since he had picked him up. He was probably dying for a smoke.

He grabbed the handle and when it turned, being unlocked, he shoved the door open. Matt looked at him wide eyed like he had been caught doing something naughty and scrambled to put the cigarette in his hand out. Rolling his eyes, Mello stalked over and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him out into the living room.

"I know you smoke in here. I smelt it when I came in, so don't go hide in your bathroom if you need one. It is your apartment. Just don't blow it in my face, and we are fine," he added the last part a little jokingly, though still with the underlying threat of 'do it and die.'

"Thank God!" Matt mumbled, taking a long drag like the junkie he probably was. It was not hard to see Matt being completely addicted to them, a chain smoker as opposed to the stress or habit smokers.

"Sorry, I just really needed one. I think this is a record for not having one.." Matt trailed off, scratching the back of his head with a lopsided smile. He was obviously embarrassed about it, if only a little, though it was rather amusing to Mello.

"I'd hate to see what you would do after a long plane flight then." The image of golem saying 'my precious' and stroking the One Ring came to mind, and he snorted, shaking his head to Matt's questioning look. "Nothing, Matt."

"If you say so," Matt took another drag, still eyeing him a little oddly, blowing the smoke off to the side before heading for his coffee.

Mello stood there for a few moments, wondering how the hell he had been lucky enough to find someone like Matt. He could now easily see them becoming close friends. They might have been so when they were children, but he hardly remembered it, so their past relationship meant little to him. Maybe though... they could form a new one.

"Come on, Mello. Your 'coffee' is getting cold!"

He smiled and returned to the kitchen, content for the first time in a long while.

He ended up staying another hour and a half before he reluctantly told Matt he needed to go. He obviously did not really want to, but he hadn't taken his phone, and he was certain Sam and his mother would have a full scale man-hunt for him sometime soon if he didn't get home. It really sucked being married.

Mello returned home a full five hours after he had left, instantly recognizing his mother's vehicle as Matt pulled up the driveway. He groaned, knowing there would be some sort of lecture waiting for him.

"I'm assuming that car is bad news for you?" Matt asked him as he popped the door open.

"Yes, my mother," he frowned, really not wanting to deal with her. He would like her a lot more if she could just mind her own damn business.

"You know, you should try to enjoy the time when she is around instead of cursing it. You never know when it will be too late."

Somehow Mello didn't think replying 'I'll trade places with you' was appropriate, so he simply nodded and stepped from the car. "Thanks for taking me to the gun range," he said, closing the door.

As he was walking away, Matt rolled down the window and called his name. Turning back, he found the passenger window rolled down and Matt leaning as far over as he could from the driver's side. "Call me!" he winked, holding a hand up to his ear as though it were a phone.

Mello cracked a smile, it turning into a laugh as he watched Matt practically hunched over the steering wheel in mirth. "D-don't drive until you can stop shaking," he stumbled over his words, laughter making it difficult to speak, though Matt heard him anyway. He waved to the other and, still smiling, entered the house.

He had expected them to be in the living room, which would have allowed him to sneak in unnoticed and change before confronting them. Instead, he almost walked right into his mother who held a pitcher of what looked like lemonade with orange slices floating in it.

Time stood still as his mother and Samantha, who had just come out of the small walk-in pantry, stared at him. Fuck, was all he could think.

"Mihael, what on earth are you wearing?" his mother's voice went a little shrill towards the end, making him wince.

"Biking leathers?" he tried to sound casual but doubted he had succeeded. Maybe he should have tried snarky and told her 'dead cow' so she would go straight to reprimanding him rather than staring at him with such an odd and slightly horrified expression.

There was a long, awkward silence before he finally sidestepped his mother. "I'm going to change," he called over his shoulder, cringing at the utter silence that remained as he shuffled to the bedroom.

It was going to be a long, long evening.

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