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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Flaw
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Interlude: The Past
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Interlude
- 26-part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Interlude: December 25th
- 32-Part 29
- 33-part 30
- 34-epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Part 5

~Test~

"Mello is finally here, did Mello have a crying fit that prevented him from hurrying?" Near deadpanned from his position beside L, who had hardly done more than blink owlishly at the comment.

Matt had no idea what the hell had gotten into Near as of late but he knew enough to hold Mello back from attacking. Though he did so carefully as he didn't want to add any injuries to Mello's already bad day. Under his grip he could feel Mello shaking in rage.

"Just because I'm apparently on my period doesn't mean I have an excess of hormones running through my body to make me do something like that!" Mello snapped, though he at least hadn't pulled against Matt's grasp. He glared fiercely at Near, practically snarling, but stayed still.

"Oh? So that is normal for you? My mistake." Near's fingers were clenched in his hair yet his expression hadn't changed in the least. There was something more going on there than just Mello's...period.

"You-"

"Near, do you know what PMS stands for, more so in this case than anywhere else?" L interjected as he reached for a cookie only to drop his hand and take a lemon wedge.

Near looked carefully at L, gaze strong as he was silent.

"When in concerns to Mello I believe it stand for 'Possible Murder Suspect'. Near you should watch how you treat Mello."

Matt gaped. He couldn't believe L had said that it was too... amusing.

"Now that everyone is here, I believe it is time to tell you some information about the Kira case and the Death Note now that my theories have been proven to me. I will ask that you do not interrupt me."

From L's tone, Matt knew that he was not going to like whatever was going to be said.

Matt lead Mello over to the couch opposite of L and Near, the latter sitting on the floor beside the other couch, but quickly released Mello's arm when the sat down. Mello was oddly silent and though it bothered Matt that Mello had been subdued so quickly he let his attention drift back to L.

"I will begin with telling you the event which led up to your involvement in the case. The main suspect, a man by the name of Light Yagami, who was also helping with the investigation on the off chance that he was not Kira, disappeared one day leaving absolutely no trace of where he had gone."

L's hand hesitated before picking up some of the sliced limes in front of him and carefully eating the fruits flesh.

"I believe his disappearance was directly correlated with his dwindling sanity. He had begun to exhibit very slight symptoms of MPD and Bi Polar disorder which were not present at the time I met him, or were not as pronounced. He was also at a high level of intelligence and a highly skilled actor."

L paused, an eerie expression sliding across his face as he sucked on another lime. "I believe his condition was caused by simply touching the notebook, rather than him owning it if he did indeed."

Matt's mouth was dry. The notebook was the cause of it? Or at least that L believed it was... but then why would he-

"I decided to see if my deduction was indeed correct by having the three of you in contact with the notebook. Results would be obvious as your personalities and actions are so well defined. Though I could not have guessed that the notebook could alter more than psychological and nutritional aspects of the body."

Matt couldn't believe the words coming out of L's mouth. The detective had actual used them as guinea pigs? Just to prove something to himself... Matt glanced at Mello and noticed the absolute rigidness of his posture. Mello looked up to L, practically worshiped him...the news must hurt him.

"I myself have experienced side effects. I can no longer eat the sugar I used to crave. It has begun to make me physically ill. I also seem to have developed a severe lack of Iron and generally crave food high in Iron content instead, though it appears citrus is also appreciated." L commented with an almost shrug, as though he were wholly unconcerned with the situation.

And perhaps he was, Matt didn't know, all he was certain about was how hurt Mello must be.

"Now that I am positive, I will tell you my theory on the Death Note. The Death Note leaves a mark on each and every person that touches it, as well as a lingering connection that makes those who have touched it wish to be around it and hold it and eventually pushes them to use it if in constant contact regardless of ownership. I believe we all know what marks it can leave?"

Mello's fists were balled and teeth clenched but he didn't shout or snarl or do anything to L. Matt rolled his eyes despite his concern for the blond; of course Mello wouldn't lash out at L.

L could probably be Kira and the blond would forgive him.

"Why hasn't Matt shown any side effects?" Mello questioned, eyes flickering in Matt's direction. Though it wasn't anger or suspicion he saw in his blue eyes, more like...relief?

"Because Matt is the only one who has not touched the notebook." L commented, this time reaching for a lemon with some sort of black powdery substance on it.

"And Near?" Mello almost growled.

"Not any physical ones..." L muttered, mouth full of lemon. And Matt knew what the detective meant. Near, who had always been practically emotionless, internalizing everything, had begun to act almost vicious and tense. Pulling at his hair despite his calm facade.

Matt wondered if there was some sort of pattern. If the First Kira had mental problems and then L had his physical need for Iron... then Mello's period and ...

But he stopped there. Near had taken hold of the notebook first. So if going by a pattern Near should have had some sort of physical reaction, not Mello. Maybe there was no pattern. Just a randomization of symptoms only limited by the notes supernatural power. It was a chilling thought.

"I also believe that some of the effects are gradual. My loss of liking and sudden craving for Iron and citrus had started months ago. It was not as though the thought that I dislike sweets suddenly popped into my brain one moment."

"I think I'll keep this damn period rather than loose my chocolate..." Mello grumbled quietly and Matt had to hold back a laugh; it was a truly Mello statement.

"Is there anything else that we need to know, that you haven't told us yet?" Matt decided to ask, rather than risk laughing, not that he would have...

L eyed him for a moment, continuing to eat lemons, before he dropped his gaze. "Nothing that I'm willing to tell you."

That, in Matt's opinion, cemented just how little L could be trusted. But Matt wondered if the other two would see it that way, for what it was, or just as another test to be passed. If Matt had to bet, he would have put all his money on the latter.

Sure Mello and perhaps even Near might be hurt or angry about being used as test subjects in L's theory but after all the years of blind obedience and determination to become him, to become the letter, Matt doubted it would vanish even if L outright admitted that he cared for little more than things to sate his curiosity.

Which Matt was beginning to think that was what everything was about. If the Death Note really could twist people using their core fundamentals, just how far could it twist and remake someone at genius level intelligence, someone like Kira, like...L?

Or Near, or Mello?

Matt for the first time, had begun to realize just how dangerous that supernatural book was. They hadn't made it, so how could they ever fully understand it? Did the shinigami that carried it even know everything? Did the shinigami know how it had come into existence?

Those were the things he wanted to ask L... but Matt wasn't so sure he should ask the detective anymore, if the previous test was anything to go on. What else might he decide to...test?

No...he would simply have to research it on his own. He needed this 'Light Yagami's full history to start with, but it would have to wait until later.

"Excuse me, but I haven't gotten to finish sleeping thanks to…everything. I'm leaving to get some rest." Mello mumbled, sounding warn out and emotionless. Mello was anything but emotionless, so it worried Matt not to hear anything, even anger, in his friends tone.

He swore silently as Mello stood stiffly and walked from the room. Matt didn't say anything of a goodbye to those in the room and simply followed Mello as the blond slowly made his way to their room.

Matt was more than relieved upon entering, to see that Mello's bedding had been changed and replaced. He didn't think he could handle actually seeing the blood in person again; it being in his memories was bad enough.

He hadn't been that afraid since he was a child... leave it to Mello to do that to him.

Mello had taken one of the plastic bags from the medical floor and had kept it by his side until he reached the inside of the room where he proceeded to throw it across the room with a small guttural sound.

His teeth were clenched and his fists balled at his sides as his chest heaved in mouthfuls of air. Matt hated seeing him like that, had seen it far too often at Wammys, which already seemed like a century ago.

"Fuck.." all the anger went out of Mello like flipping a switch and his pallor was sudden ghost white and he clutched at his stomach as though someone had kicked him, leaning on the bed as he did so.

Matt had no idea what was going on, but decided it was most definitely related to Mello's 'problem'. Which Matt had no idea how to fix other than to give him something for the pain. Which incidentally, he had on hand.

Matt didn't know if it would have any effect, but it was for aches and pains... Matt supposed it had to count for something.

He left Mello as he was and instead dug around his bags for the small bottle he always kept with him. Mello didn't know it and Matt never told him but he sometimes got rather...intense migraines. It was a byproduct of a part of his past he'd rather forget, yet by the simple act of pain flooding through his skull remembered day in and day out sometimes.

He clutched the small bottle between his fingers and twisted the cap to take out one pill. He hoped it would be enough until Matt could get something else from the Medical floor. Or something was prescribed for him should the pain continue.

Matt grabbed his leftover bottle of water and held both out to the blond who, without even stopping to look at it, popped the pill into his mouth and guzzled the rest of the water. Matt smiled slightly and took the empty plastic from Mello's loose grasp.

Mello didn't appear to want to move but Matt knew it couldn't be comfortable to stay like that so he carefully guided Mello to the bed despite the dirty look thrown his way. Honestly, Mello could be such a baby at times.

"You want anything Mello, other than Near's head on a platter?" Matt grinned as the dark look fell from Mello's expression and his lips twitched into a crooked smile marred only by pain. It was... breathtaking.

"My laptop? There is no way I'll be able to sleep..." Mello trailed off but the slight grimace and the way he curled in on himself the slightest bit more made Matt understand. He supposed that if one weren't used to it, the pain would definitely be difficult to deal with. Then again...did one ever really get used to pain?

"Alright." Matt sighed. He could already see the dark circles under the blond's eyes, but if Mello wanted to work, Matt wouldn't stop him.

But he wouldn't let Mello do it alone. If Mello didn't sleep, than neither did Matt. He set the laptop in front of Mello before gently sitting on the bed beside him, laptop on his knees. It was a countdown now, a countdown to see who would fail first and succumb to sleep.

And Matt hoped it was Mello, because he knew the both of them needed the rest.

-End part 5-
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