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Matty	By : flagfish Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 2314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 5
- 6
So many nights Mello had awoken with a start, thinking that still beside him was the sleeping form of his only real friend.
A friend.
I don’t need friends.
There were people he admired, and people he didn’t understand and people he loathed, but a real friend, a partner in crime—how could there possibly be another person who understood Mello, someone with whom Mello didn’t feel an intense urge to compete—
It wasn’t supposed to happen, was it, Mello had come to understand, or it would have lasted longer.
Is that how it was, and also was he not supposed to have parents, and was he not supposed to have support, this was a lonely struggle, then, and when he prevailed, he would prevail alone.
Still, now and again Mello dreamt that there still was one accomplice at his side, one partner in crime whom he’d feel okay to have around. He’d wake up, disoriented, messy-haired and laughing dryly at himself, how many, how many years has it been, you silly bugger, Matty died years ago.
How,
He whispered, slender digits of his hand grazing with careful curiosity along the naked expanse of Matt’s back,
“How is it—how—“
His fingers traveled up the boy’s chest, to his face, and, in the darkness, they trailed slowly across the warm skin there, the soft, minute wisps of stubble at his cheeks, and—and there was something cold, something angular and glassy—
Matt’s hand came gently against Mello’s on his face, and, laughing softly, he murmured,
“Optical lenses,”
They nearly made me blind,
He told Mello about the night he was taken, the last night they had seen each other, all that time ago, and how he was tied up and tortured, how the man dropped burning powder into his eyes, and he’d been short-sighted since then.
But wasn’t there a fire that night? Didn’t the building burn down, didn’t everyone die, what happened then—
Silence.
“I don’t know,”
Came the silent response, none of them knew, it was an odd mystery never quite resolved, what exactly happened that night and how had he traveled as far away as Kent, there were blanks in his memory he never could recall—
Sorcery, that’s what people said, mischief, dark magic and perhaps part of the ploy, the whole plan to burn the building down—
But—how dark could it really be, if such a mystical ploy had spared him his life—
Mello listened with quiet astonishment, straining for composure as inside he felt frozen with disbelief.
This must have been fate. They must have been meant to meet again.
No—that’s all a bunch of bullshit. Things in life don’t happen this way.
“That was you in the water. Wasn’t it,”
Mello whispered suddenly, and, now back at the river’s edge, there came a silver light reflecting in the water, and, for the first time in ten years, they could see each other again.
Matt chuckled, and Mello gazed curiously as the boy’s lips stretched into a wide grin, the same boyish grin he just vaguely still remembered, the same freckle-specked cheeks, and, beneath the large spectacles, the same mischievous green eyes.
“Is that why you ran,”
He laughed, and, teeth clenching down in rage, Mello glared adorably at Matt.
I run from nothing!
“Say that again and you’ll really get a feel of my sword…!”
“Yeah?”
Matt couldn’t help grinning. He really did miss the other boy, and, so many years living in a monastery, it seemed he was perpetually reminded of the priest who didn’t want to be a priest.
Mello told him about the war back at home, their travels to the east and their journey toward Kent.
“But really,” he said quietly, but with intensity restrained, “I’m not going back.”
He had just about had it. There was nothing there he wanted to stick around for anymore.
“So, you’ve run away from one monastery to another.”
“I found something,” Mello said, “something very long ago.”
He told Matt about the strange inscription he found hidden inside one of the Holy manuscripts.
“Someday, I…”
Mello trailed off, biting down hard in silence.
Matt gazed onto Mello with amusement. All this time. All this time, he still hadn’t given up on all this; this was, he understood, the only inscription of spells unto which Mello had ever managed to look.
“Someday…” Matt replied, voice soft as the words came hoarsely forth. “Someday,” he whispered, green eyes twinkling quietly as he scanned Mello’s face,
“…someday, watch out, here comes the dark priest. Here comes Mello.”
Blue eyes darted to Matt’s face, but, for once, there was no ridicule there. You have to know the holy ways of light in order to navigate through darkness, is that how it was. Is that what Mello wanted.
Yes, that’s what Mello wanted, yes, you understand.
But what has Matt wanted?
Matt smiled timidly as he adjusted the spectacles on his nose. Still wet. Still naked. Still cheeky behind all that red hair.
Still the partner in crime.
He smiled sheepishly at Mello, Mello who was still intense as ever, so serious, stretched so tightly with meticulously disciplined rage.
“I haven’t got any stolen desserts on me,” he said softly with a little smile, I haven’t got anything sweet to chill you out.
As Matt spoke, his long fingers swept lightly against the naked skin of Mello’s hips, and, ever aware of their slight motion, Mello flipped his gaze immediately to them.
“But I can give you something else you’re not supposed to have.”
Mello allowed this for several moments more before suddenly pushing Matt away. His eyes glared in the darkness. “To hell with that,” he hissed, understanding all too well. It was bad enough that Matt seemed to know his way around this sort of thing, but it was even worse that he understood that Mello didn’t.
It was like with that dragon all over again. Like nothing had changed.
Matt laughed softly as Mello pushed him away, and, grinning, he held his hands up in surrender.
“All right,” he replied, “you be in charge.”
Mello didn’t like this either. Don’t patronize me.
His hands curled into angry fists as he hissed,
“I’ll decide when I want to.”
“Then you do want to.”
“Shut up!”
“Let’s have it,” Matt replied, taunting Mello in whispered tones, “lets’ have it, since you want to.”
Clenching his teeth in irritation, Mello stepped forth toward Matt, shoving him back.
“Why in the hell would I want to with you—“
He muttered, stepping back and kneeling down to reach for his sword.
Eyebrows raised with amusement, Matt sized Mello up in the darkness. Mello always was a great deal of fun to annoy, and Matt realized in that moment how much he missed that.
Still smiling, he replied with complete innocence,
“Why not?”
Mello glared back.
For several moments more, there was silence.
“Those spectacles make you look stupid.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Grinning, Matt adjusted them on his nose, deliberately batting his eyes at Mello.
“Do spectacles get you off?”
Mello stared, but before he could tell Matt what an idiot he thought he was, the other boy moved in and, very slowly, brought his mouth to his.
To be continued...
- 5
- 6
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