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Mello was sure that he and Light were in the same boat, the moment the Japanese male mentioned that he was looking for someone named Teru Mikami. And the man he'd described sounded exactly like the man who frequented the bar he and Matt like, the one who'd suddenly stopped coming. Mello had seen him on television in the reruns of the Beyond Birthday murder trial. Mikami was the plaintiff's lawyer. Light had this sad, desparate look in his eyes as he spoke about the missing male. Mello wanted to tell him, but what good would it do? So he guided him from Old Town since the roads have been severely fucked since the end of February. Those weren't the only odd goings-on that happened. This weird siren would sound every night, and a cerfew went up at the police stations and on street corners. Suddenly it wasn't just rest that brought up the strange other world, it happened during early hours, morning, noon, and night. And someone else knew this, and was trying their best to protect every outsider in this town. Mello didn't know who, but he thanked them every night before he drifted safely and unsafely to bed. It got so bad the shifts, that seriously, you could be walking along, or jogging, and then wham-o! The town is in disarray, shambles and rubble; the smell of ash in the air is so thick its suffocating. He's been chased by monsterous animals, deformed people, nasty things with burn marks and twisted blistered skin encasing their bodies. It made the outsider's skin crawl, especially when he went to the other side and found that he wasn't alone. There were others... were being the key word.

They don't have the trash man's cunning, speed, and most importantly... arsenal. He'd practically bought the gun shop out after a nasty run in with a squirrel or maybe it was a bird.... yeah, it had to be a bird the damned thing was flying. Although, they do have flying squirrels... no, this flying was more like a bird's. Well, whatever the hell it was, the thing dropped in like a bat out of Hell and practically broke his collar bone by landing those hard hooked feet down on his shoulders. Regardless the mess of lumps under its skin you'd know it had not a stitch of muscle beneath it with as present as the marrow was that stabbed him.

Mello found himself absently rubbing that month old wound as he took a hard swig of beer. Things have been weird with Matt as well, at first anyway, he wasn't really sure as to how to take him now that he knows about his secret. Well, its not really a secret if the person who withholds the secret is unaware of it. Mello had to test a theory that, thanks to that shinigami, has been running through his head since he woke up from his inpromtu trip to the hospital. It was sneaky... it was underhanded... it was wrong. He lured Matt into his bedroom in Old Town and stripped him down to nothing, removing his own clothes he lay himself on top of the male and ground into him so deep and so hard, it was a wonder he didn't break the red head's hip bones. He slid himself inside of Matt's body; his one hand gripped tightly to his hair, reddening the male's scalp while the other searched the lining of the mattress for the small slit he'd made earlier while Matt was giving a tour. Withdrawing a knife from the hole, he breaks their kiss. He'd whispered Matt's name to call his lover's attention as he raised the knife above his head.

It took Matt a moment to figure out that Mello had been trying to get his attention; Mello can never erase that look of horror on Matt's face when he'd spotted the knife in his hand, made worse when the sharp blade stabbed down into his gut. He wasn't sure why, but he kept pushing after that, not with the knife... with his length. It was... sort of his way of lessening the blow. And at first Matt fought him, but pleasure seemed to beat pain no matter how dire the situation and he eventually began to rock into him again. The blade moved at the pace of their hips... slowly, then quickly, and slowly again. Mello didn't stop either assault until Matt was choking blood up into his mouth; the coppery taste made him gag but the worst part of all was when he'd heard Matt whisper in utter pain "Mello, please sto-.." But the rest of his words never came, Matt's body sagged and went limp beneath him.

Mello freaked, not all at once but slowly it crept up on him; like a bad meal. It went down good, made him a little nauseas and by the end of it he was throwing up in the bathroom to remove the sour feeling in his stomach. Mello wished it were that simple for him. He'd killed him. He fucking killed him! Matt.... Matt's dead! His body trembled on its spot on the floor, tucked away in the corner of the room. But... no. Matt is going to wake up. Like some kind of Pet Cemetery happening. Only he hoped it wasn't exactly like that movie; Indian land, evil capturing the returned body to destroy the person who's got the nerve to live on it. Matt will be fine. The shinigami had said so. Only thing is could he trust the word of his imagination? Panic moved his trembling body over to the bed, it gripped Matt's lifeless, bloody corspe and shook it around like he were a rag doll.

"Matt! Damn it, Matty... wake up! Come on!" He shouted at the heap of human in his grasp. "Open your fucking eyes! Wake up!" He dropped Matt to the bed and drapped himself over his tiny lifeless form. Tears stung his eyes but they didn't fall. He wasn't beaten yet. He just needed to calm down. The mechanics of this town are foreign to him, the return isn't instant. He knows that. Matt took a while coming back when he had died in the hospital from all those burns he'd received. How long would it take him to heal from stab wounds? He had to leave. He can't be around this mess. Getting himself up from the bed took effort, and he walked into the bathroom, already undressed, and climbed into a steaming hot shower. The rich red turned pink as it ran off of him and mixed with the spray of water. He dressed, brushed his hair, stepped into his boots, and grabbed a jacket..... just incase.

He was at the bar playing pool well into the night, and just when he was about to wander the streets for something else to do around 3 a.m. Monday morning, he got a call from Matt. The red head sounded disoriented, but not hurt. Asked where he was, and if he were flaking on him again. Mello said no, and returned to Old Town with a bag of donut holes and coffees. He's never experimented with killing Matt again.

Turning his head at the sound of the bell over the door at the bar, he spots Light Yagami standing at the door when he'd stepped aside to let the men exiting out; when Light returned his gaze the blond used the foot of the leg that wasn't propped up on the round table to shove the seat infront of him out. Light would end up as one of the others, Mello was sure about that. He lacked protection, not cunning, just weapons. He was sure that for all the run around this place was giving the poor bastard, he was catching on. He'd seen a woman eaten by a bear once- nothing new- but right in the middle of town? No forest around. No reason for the bear to be there... And boom. Eaten. Didn't help that the bear had an extra head- on its chest!

Taking the offer, Light passes by the other tables decorated with a bowl of beer nuts. Some have pretzels mixed with them from the person that sat there before combining the two snacks together. Light looked like he was taking in the room; Mello had to smirk when the male's nose scrunched at the scent of urine that was residing through the air. It followed the men, who just left, from the bathroom. Must have been some messy, drunken blowout in there. Polished wood floor, clean tables, and the bar shined like brand new, but that smell could nauseate you to refuse an eat or drink.
"Thanks. I have to wait here for someone."
"Mm." Was Mello's response since he was taking a swig of beer from the bottle. "You ever catch up with Mr. Good Fuck?" He had to rib him a little. They're in the same boat after all. He can make fun.
Light, though, took it rather seriously and hissed across the table. "His name is Mikami, but no..." And his anger sobered. "I didn't get a chance to see him."
"He stayed out all night? He must have caught wind that you came or something." He snickers. "Never knew a guy, without a night job, to avoid going home. What'd you do to him?" He knew the answer was nothing, but he had to play dumb. Had to keep the new guy from freaking out; where no one had helped him with answers, he'd play the good guy. But telling Light he was fucked.... not exactly a good guy act. Light said nothing to the comment, looked as though he were wondering exactly that, though. What had he done?

The journalist cast a bitter gaze at the male. To him, Mello seemed a little less brash than before, but he's still rude. It was odd but, Light suddenly seemed interested in Mello's clothing just then and he caught the male looking him up and down. But before Mello could inquire as to what was so fascinating, Light voiced the reason for the peep show by commenting. "Don't you think you'll be cold? It snowed the other day, in Old Silent Hill; you must have seen it."
Mello withdrew a bit hearing that, but then returned to casually sipping his drink. "I saw it. Not cold, is it?" He had a small and almost secret smile about that.
He watched it register on the male's face that, no, it wasn't cold. He shook the unsettling thought off, and asked. "Did you see Mikami, by the way?"
"What does he look like again?" He set his drink down to pull his hair into a ponytail with a band he produced from his pocket.
"Long black hair, and thick black framed glasses- he also has brown eyes and is kind of on the pale side."
Mello shakes his head. "I've been here since five and I haven't seen anyone like that walk in- hey Sheffield, did you see anyone walk in here today? Pale, long black hair, wears thick framed glasses with brown eyes? Might look like he's been waiting for someone."
The bar tender thinks about the description then shakes his head. "Can't say I have."
A few more people leave the bar as seven approaches. They have to get home since most of them live in the apartment buildings and the curfew wouldn't allow slip ups. Mello can already feel the darkness looming over him.
"Sorry." Mello shrugs looking at the clock. "I gotta get home. You should go too, if you know what's good for you."
"Excuse me?"
"Mikami isn't going to show up, Light. He won't get here in time." Dropping his leg from the table gracefully, though, it landed like it weighed a ton, Mello stands from the table. "Come back to my place for right now, its safer."
"I'm only twenty minutes away from Woodside, and I've got a car, I'll be fine."
"Trust me, you'll want to come with me tonight." He heads for the door.
Light seemed skeptical towards following him, especially when he's being so vague. He wouldn't have followed if it were the other way around, but from the corner of his eye he saw Light get up from the table, he went over to the bartender for what Mello assumed was to tell the man to keep an eye out for Mikami, before he finally emerged from the bar. Mello mounted his red motorcycle, helmet then placed over his head, he tossed a look over his shoulder and waves Light over to climb on, but the journalist shook his head and points down the road.
"Well speed it up! We gotta go!" He shouts from behind his helmet. Mello waited long enough to ensure that Light was coming down the street after him before speeding away down the road. It remained light out, darkness settled in sometime during eight. Light turned on the headlights illuminating the road behind Mello. Honestly, he'd half expected to see something dart across the road, or leap out at him. But it remained clear.

His bike is pulled into the drive up to the dump. Climbing off, he walks over to the gate to open, looking back to give Light a signal to wait a moment. Pulling his gun from the waist band of his jeans, he slips in beyond the gate. It may seem like paranoia to an onlooker but it was nothing like that, he had to be sure that the cross-over hasn't started. It took six minutes to check the perimeter and when he came back to the gate, he opened the gate a little more to allowed the SUV through, and when the large vehical was inside he snapped the gate shut and locked it.

.............
"Its a precaution." He says to Light, who asked about his gun while he was rummaging through his fridge. "You hungry?"
"Sure." The journalist took a seat on the couch; the springs sounded under Light's weight.

The place is an unattractive small shack, but when you've been ambushed on the street more often than not, you learn to make due sleeping where you can. He wouldn't be able to make it back to his apartment in time, he stayed out too late. The smell doesn't bother him as one might think it would, because honestly, Mello is sure that the trash he's been picking up some days, isn't really trash. Once, he picked up a large bag from a trash can in front of Mikami's old home and he could swear he felt limbs. You know how when you're looking into brush and you can tell there's a human shape laying within the twigs and leaves and things? It was like that with the trash bag. The only real scent in the air is of a faint burning.

Light blinked down at the object thrown into his lap, and picking it up he gives it a questioning look. "Maybe something with a little more substance." He requests, setting the Hershey bar down on the coffe table, only to have a Snickers thrown into his lap seconds after he's straightened up. "Gee thanks. Does everyone around here have some sort of sweets fetish?" He sets the other candy bar down.
Ignorning the words, he asks. "Do you have protection, Light?" Mello is standing by a small closet now, reaching inside.
Light made a thoughtful sound unsure of what Mello meant.
"Here. I have plenty, you can take two." He tosses two guns beside the man onto the couch. One, a black Beretta. The other has a black handle with a silver barrel.
"That's a 92SF and a 92SB." He sits on a chair beside the couch. "They're the easiest to use as far as reloading and firing."
In awe of the weapons, Light shakes his head over the idea of having to use them.
"What?"
"Civilians aren't supposed to carry firearms, that's for the police to worry about."
Mello scoffed. He's never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. "And where are the police when you're being attacked by rabid dogs, cats, birds, and the goddamned squirrels, huh?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Spare me. Matt said he saw you out on the road yesterday night, from the city security cameras, and you looked like you were in trouble."
"Yeah, I looked like I was in trouble but in reality.... I think I was just driving through exhaustion." He then gave Mello a strange, questioning look as if he might be telling him something he just refused to believe.
"What?" The blond snorted. "You look at me like I shit in your mouth or something, you saw them right?"
Light was tight lipped, he'd clearly refused to admit anything. Mello only sniffed at his refusal and denial. Light could use protection, though, incase something bad were to happen. The sound of his lighter flicking to life caught the journalist's attention; Mello was serious about keeping another guy like himself safe, but things seem calm around the area for right now. So he had to take them in directly, and White Claudia always seemed to be the way. Lighting the small stick, he gave it a good suck, two hard puffs, and unsure whether or not it would work from inhale only he held it out to Light, but he refused by waving it away.
Picking up the guns on his lap, Light turned them this way and that in his hand. Anything to avoid Mello's scruntenizing gaze it seemed.
Watching, Mello blows the held puff of smoke through his nose. "Come on," He sits the white roll between his lips. He can feel the effects wrapping snuggly around his brain waves like it were a familiar winter coat coming on in the seasons shifts. Better to start while the world was still formed in slight then when its in full gory swing "I'll show you how to use them." He stands from his chair and walks outside.
Light was hesitant, but then he knew he can't be too certain about anything in this town, so its better just to go along with the locals. Mello had that same mentality when the rumors for the curfew went up.
The two are now outside; Light with the SF in hand, Mello beside him holding his arm to keep the aim steady. "Go for that bag over there." He points at one that, in his eyes is wriggling and writhing.
Light shakes his head to remove the visible smoke-laced sentence Mello had said to him. He hoped like Hell the effects weren't too severe on Light; high was not the best way to be when handling guns. Light seemed to think so as well, because he shot him a side-long glance and was about to voice his concern, but Mello returned his focus to the task at hand when the wriggling bag tore open and Light had yet to stop the thing coming out. Squeezing his hand it pulled the trigger, firing off the gun. Surprised by the sound, Light's hands jolted at the recoil but the pride he took in the bullet easily splinting through the plastic bag made up for the moment.
"Good job. Try one on your own now." Mello shrinks away into the background to leave Light to his own devices. Besides, the new guy is a little slow with this, he has to be sure he has protection for the both of them.
"Alright." Taking aim, his vision through a tiny slit on the top, Light squeezes the trigger. The bullet shot into the same bag but a little further down from the center. A surge of adrenaline coursed through him. "I did it!" He cheered himself this time. Turning to Mello to see if it were a good shot to him, he sees that the man is gone. "Mel-.." He starts to say but is silenced when something within the pile of bags ruffles them in the windless night....

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Mello was on the outside looking in and was a bit too upclose and personal because Light swung at him the butt of the handgun. He would have said something, or taken the gun back but truly Light seemed out of his mind at the moment, it was when the drug enduced male shrieked and elbowed him that Mello decided to just made a run for it. He wonder if this is what Matt and other towns people saw whenever an outsider started seeing things? Light was moving around the area now slowly, talking to the moving bags. Asking if anyone were there. Asking about where Mello had gone to. It was frightening. Moreso when he turned to the shack and just sort of froze. His gaze up at the roof. He's staring at something, his face said as much that he was listening to something as it grew more grim with each word he's heard. Mello had cleared the cabin of anything nasty and watched from the window with a candy bar in hand. He'd become accustumed to no longer eating normal food, it was unintentional but it happened. After a certain point when the shifts weren't controlled by morning and night, he'd just sort of snapped. Having to eat food carefully, tiny bites at a time so that he didn't end up with a mouth full of mold and maggot wasn't holding up with him. But chocolate bars seemed untouched- granted aged- but they held up. Worse case scenario he end up with rancid stomach for the night but hey, it wasn't bugs.

Things got ugly when Light ducked and covered into the shack with him; unsure of what the male saw him as, Mello did the smart thing and ducked out of the way so that Light's unpresent mind would believe that he'd shot him, and he damn near did! The journalist came barging into the room waving the gun around like he were a mad postal worker. Mello watched the panicked male board up the door then move to his gun closet.

"Fuck." He muttered trying to scoot away.

Light looked horrified, and asked the air. "What happened to all the guns?"

That gave Mello some insight that they weren't exactly seeing the same thing, because he can still see each and every weapon. At the door, he tugged on the large plank Light set before it. He cursed himself for having the board slip from his grip, the thump it made spooked Light perhaps more than anything because it had him throwing the window open in a panic. He elbowed the screen out and just jumped.

He thought then that Light would be dead by morning, but the man survived, in fact, he approached him that very next day after a run in with Matt. Matt was his way of knowing that Light was safe, because the tour guide brought him to the dump. Mello grit his lover out when hearing him say to Light: remember that they parked at the angry stump, before they exited the car.

"Mello, what happened to you?" He asked. Probably noticed the black eye.

"What do you think happened to me? One minute you're standing there shooting at crap then you fucking turn on me with it."

And Light honestly seemed surprised. "What?"

"You almost shot me you asshole! Then you elbowed me while shrieking like a lunatic!" He whips out a gun aiming it at the older man only to be held back by his lover. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now."

"Whoooa there, Mel'." He tries to calm him down. "You wouldn't wanna do something stupid like that."

"I almost shot you? Where the hell did you even go last night?" It seemed it was Light's turn to be angry now.

"What?"

"I turned around and you were just gone. The next thing I know I'm being attacked by garbage monsters!" He looked as if he wished he hadn't said that.

Both Mello and Matt stilled at the words for a moment, then hunched over in a fit of laughter.

"Garbage monsters!" Matt repeats. "Did they stink? Did one..." His words are cut off by laughter. "did one have a tomato in its ear?"

Mello laughed but not as hard as Matt, in fact, he exchanged a knowing look with Light over the matter. He had to understand that speaking about it infront of the locals would receive this type of reaction.

"Doesn't matter anyway." The garbage man ends up saying. Holding out the gun that Light had dropped last night, he hands it back to the male. "Keep it, you may need it. Just make sure you know who you're shooting at next time."

"I will."

Watching the exchange, Matt rolls his eyes, deciding to ignore the entire exchange by whipping out his handheld to get back to his game. He'd done his part, and since his fun in the Old Town is over with, he may as well hang out with Mello for the day.

"Where are you headed now?" Asks the blond.

"Old Town, I have to ask Near something." Light replied looking over at his car. "Where are the car rental places around here?" He asks out of the blue.

"Central." Mello replies. "Matt, take him there."

Having heard his name, sort of, it came in more as 'Att' since he was half in, half out of the conversation. "Wha-..? Why me? You're not doing anything."

"I'm not babysitting the new guy all day. Besides, a tour guide can't bitch when he finally gets some work." Shoving the gamer on the back, he adds. "Now go."

"Alright, alright." Saving his game once again, he stuffs it into one of the large pockets on his hoody, zipping it up once its inside. "Come on."

"Thanks."

...........

Later that afternoon Matt told Mello something startling. For a while now, Matt had been bitching and moaning about how he'd wanted a new game but couldn't yet afford it on his salary. But over dinner that night, he'd told Mello that Light was some kind of idiot because he's been leaving notes over at the convenience store in Old Town, buying so much stuff over time that it had added up to at least 50 bucks! He took it, of course, the place is abandoned. It was going to waste there! Mello gave no complaint but he was very mindful of what Matt had said. He'd seen Light's car, sure, but he never knew who was inside of it. This had been going on since January, he'd assumed the male was another random homeowner in Old Town. He'd never changed pattern of manuevering his vehical around the holes in the town, and then he would be gone, and then come back. It was weird, sure, but what about this town isn't? Mello isn't sure what changed, but at one point the man had called him over to ask how to get to Central and he just took him. He had no idea at the time... but Light Yagami, was already dead.

He and Matt scoured the internet sometime during the week of Matt's stabbing and recovery. Mello wanted to find out about hauntings. Matt thought that he was losing it with the whole ghost stories of Silent Hill thing, but he typed as he was told. As far as paying attention, though, he had better things to do and whipped out his PSP.

Mello learned about residual hauntings, something called a death echo. One woman even spoke about an intellegent haunting, where her husband would respond to her questions and even move things like doors and such. Not one person said anything about having sex with ghost, and seeing them in all over the place like it were nothing. Sure, the woman was happy that her husband never left her but she ended her story with a wish that he would move on. It would be better for both of them. There was one other thing he read. It came from a boy named Near. He immidietely believed it was bogus, bullshit, because the kid was albino and probably made his money off of fake seances. But curiosity had him scroll down the report and read. It was kind of freaky, and spoke about all sorts of haunts... the way the kid wrote it, you'd believe he knew who was reading it. The line that caught him the hardest was: Sometimes we get stuck in the ghost's living loop, as if we ourselves are dead. But if you move away from the spirit the spell will be broken.... Never... and I mean, NEVER... bring them to you. An intellegent haunting can live as it pleases, it can also be sent away. One small word, or action to give it away to them that they're no longer alive and they'll pass away to the other side.

A cold chill hit the pit of Mello's stomach then, because of Light. If the man were smart enough to change patterns and move forward in what seemed to be a residual haunting, he could do anything...... The blond's teal gaze looked over at his lover. The red head's head in the clouds over his new game. He had to protect Matt. And stop Light. Lucky him, he got the chance to try when the male came over to their place the next night.....

"I need your help." Light says walking inside.

"With what?"

"Near, the albino child living in old town said that you and Matt can help me get to Mikami." He gets to the point.

Mello figured there was no need for him to dance around it anymore. "So then you know?" He asked boldly assuming.

"Yeah, Near told me." He follows Mello into the kitchen taking a seat on a stool.

"Hn. Be lucky you were told, I had to find it out for myself." Grabbing a clean dishrag from the drawer beside the sink, and running it under the spray of water he gives it a good ringing out before rubbing it around beneath his left eye. Light's eyes widen in shock. "And this was done to me by Matt."

"Matt? You mean?"

Mello nods. "Matt... died. I'm not even sure when it happened initially; he has no idea... none of the other people in this town do either it seems, because wouldn't he have mentioned something like that?" Light could only blink, he had a guilty sense about him. "This place has no sense of time further than the week they're in. They don't know the month, year, barely what number the date is." Nodding his head his lover's way, he says. "I'd spent the night with him once, it was a night when it snowed. Matt woke me up, he was screaming like he was being attacked. It turns out that he was on fire.... I tried everything I could to put him out, but I couldn't. Apparently he was burning in a place where I couldn't reach him. He'd been like that before I met him."

He could tell that Light wanted to say something but nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he finds his voice and asks. "But, how can you-...?" He looks at the gamer knowing their conversation is going unheard since the boy is easily swept into whatever he's playing.

"What, love him? Be with him?" Shaking his head, he waves Light over to the couch pointing for him to sit before he continues speaking. "Because regardless his being dead, it never shows. He's just a normal guy until it snows. Its like some weird thing that happens here; ash falls from the sky- that's why it isn't cold, why it doesn't stick. The air is so thick with death in Central and the Old town its a wonder you don't die from a light jog."

Light seemed to be recalling such an event in his experience here. Maybe he isn't dead.... yet.

Grabbing a bag from the side table, he pours some of its contents into an empty ash tray. "You sure you wanna do this?" Mello asks, striking a match against the table top. "If you release him, you'll never see Mikami again.... That's why I can't tell Matt what happened." He lowered his voice. "I don't wanna lose him."

"Its different with Mikami... he came to where I lived and because of me, I'll never be able to see him again anyway." Light sighed. "I messed up."

Mello seemed to take that to heart. "Sorry to hear that. Good luck then." Dropping the match, he turns his teal gaze to Light's worried honey colored stare. "Breathe deeply, it won't take long." He walks into the bedroom. This has to work. He figured Light to be the determined type, he's going to free Mikami... but the journalist wouldn't leave it at that. He's the type to start flapping his lips about the place the moment he escapes. That's the last thing he or Matt need.

Light closes his eyes breathing in the scent of the smoke. When the journalist eyes grew heavy, Mello made his move for him. This surprised the man and his eyes popped open with great force. Glancing at him, he's not surprised to see Light's become a little spooked. The place peels away gradually opening up the mouth of the beast, and you bear witness to the horrors drifting about you unseen. The demons and monsters, the effects brought upon you. He'll never get used to being blind in one eye, but it no longer hurts. Light shook his head when seeing what Mello is up to, which is tying Light up by his ankles. A rope is already around his arms pinning them down.

In a hazey voice he asks. "What are you do-..."

He was gone before he could finish his sentence.

With a frown on his lips Mello watches Light's twitching body; the blood on his knee, showing through his clothes is alarming and he's wondering if he should wake the man up before something dire happens to him. He knows what its like to be there, to be on the otherside. Only he didn't get the option of going willingly, he was brought there by mistake- Light's mistake. Because of his love for Mikami the rift between the two worlds became more of a- whenever IT feels like it kind of thing, rather than the horror just happening at night. The damn ashes of snow the only warning before something mysterious happens. Like with Matt's accident. Matt behaved as though he was alone on the couch, in the room, in the world. Its always been a painful memory, not because Matt had placed his hand directly over his eye without knowing it and burned away the flesh and hair from it and his vision in that eye, but because he couldn't help Matt; in the end the male lay on the floor screaming until he'd stopped breathing. Mello brought him to the hospital and he got emergancy care but it was futile. He was placed in the hospital morgue. Mello left the town, thinking that he'd never come back. But one Monday, Matt wrote him a letter asking where the hell he was and why he hadn't come to see him in a while. Sure that it was a joke, he went, if only to punch the asshole tricking him in the face, but there he was in their favorite cafe in Central playing his handheld, actually dropping it when seeing him.

'That was when I'd found out about this place, or at least what I could. All I know is that its fucked up, like some weird kind of magic. Dark magic, that pulls people in, sewing the outside world into its graveyard quilt unless you can find an angle to work. I'd always wondered why the hell Matt kept saying, "you have this many days and that" suddenly, but I know now that this town has a limit, a reset. You're free to live as you want and no matter what happens once the reset comes, you'll be right back where you started from. It's nothing short of living forever, but you're dead anyway and bound to the place of death. And its trying its damndest to bring more people under. That's why I can't stay here, I won't be pulled in. No matter how many times I get sucked into the darkness, I won't succumb to it completely. For Matt's sake, and my own.' Looking at the gamer, who's giving him a curious stare, Mello smiles at him before walking over to take his hand.

Cocking a brow, as if he's being lured into something romantic and cheesey, he asks. "What's all this?"

"I'm gonna go home again tomorrow. I thought we should say a proper goodbye until we see each other again."

"Sweet." Looking over his shoulder, he asks. "And what about him?"

"He'll be fine. Come on."

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Mello stripped Matt like a Christmas present, his own clothes tossed aside as if they were little more than rip-aways. Shoving his lover down onto the bed, he slides his hands down along his back, and with little preparation made he shoves into him. Moaning from the pressure and heat encasing him as his bare hips pop against the back of his lovers thighs, driving his member deeper into him. Leaning over, he takes a good nip at the gamers neck breaking the skin, sucking feverishly at the blood and slowly raising welt. He knows it won't matter later on, it'll just be a memory rather than a hickey. It amazed him how the dead could bleed, but then it is an unknown force they deal with every time they step into this city, so why wonder anything. Moving his knee between Matt's parted thighs he further spreads him open by giving his knee a quick shove with his own before returning to his monsterous ramming. Matt's cries into the pillow voiced his appreciation and his torso arched with the dipping of his head.

The gamer took his lover's hand guiding it up to his chest, where Mello gladly teased and pinched his sensative nipple. To ignore Light muttering his name outloud from the otherside, he presses deep kisses to Matt's mouth, having Light drowned out by Matt groaning loudly as his member is rapidly jerked by Mello's free hand. The tightening around his member added to further silence Light as Mello seemed to be heading into another world of his own. It wasn't long before the two collapsed, spent and dead to the world. Laying on their sides kisses are shared between them, but Mello pulls back because something has started weighing on his mind now that his distraction is over. Brushing his slim fingers through the sweaty bangs of his bed partner, he sighs. "Matt?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy? I mean, really happy?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

Mello shrugs. They're quiet for a moment, but again Mello has something to say. "Would you be upset if you never saw me again?"

Matt didn't like where this conversation was going and decided to ignore it by changing subjects. "I got a high score in Super Smash Brothers, I'm the king of playing Link in that; and in World of War-..."

"Answer the damn question, Matt!" Snaps the blond, releasing his intimate hold of the male he leans up on one elbow to look down at the man. "Would you be upset if you never saw me again?!"

"Yes, I'd be fucking upset! Dammit Mello, half the time it feels like you're the only thing that's real in this damned life! Is that what you wanna hear?" He sits up to loom over his lover and show that he isn't some push over, also that if Mello plans to leave him for good he's gonna have one hell of time trying to escape. He'd kidnap him if he had to. Something about the end of the week always freaked Matt out somewhere in the back of his mind, like some horrible doom is coming. Its always been his deepest wish that Mello would stay with him just one time, but the blond always up and leaves before Monday morning.

Mello's two colored eyes stare at the male raging with passion, hard breaths lower and raise his chest in hard puffs. "I'm not leaving you, I just wanted to know." He caresses the Matt's cheek only to have the hand smacked away right before the brunet coils himself up into his arms.

"Well its a stupid ass question- pointless too." He added quickly after. "Would I be upset?" He scoffs. "Go check on Light, stupid." Rolling out of his lovers grip he then cuddles himself against the pillow as if ready for bed.

"All right." Getting out of bed, he grabs his boxer shorts, unaware of the admired free show he's giving the brunet who's looking over his shoulder watching. After Mello pulled on his jeans and shirt, he walks into the living room then rushes back into the bedroom. "He's gone!"

"What?" Throwing the covers aside, he gets up as well. "Where'd he go?" He's grabbing for his clothes.

"How would I know! Just help me find him." He disappears back into the living room. Light can't have gotten far.
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