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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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Part 3

-The Fall-

Section 1

"I assume you know why you are here?" the voice of his father was stern and coldly professional as he sat in front of him, hands steepled and elbows resting on the large, imposing desk. Mello nodded curtly, and the tension in the room dropped a degree.

"Good. Then I will get right to it. I am promoting you for all of the hard work you have been doing, and I expect your hard work to continue and great things to come of this. Do not disappoint me." His father did not smile and instead went back to his coffee and shuffling the papers in front of him. A clear dismissal if there ever was one.

"Thank you for the opportunity. I will not let you down." Mello barely noticed as the generic and expected words left his mouth and excused himself from the office. Everything was pretense and formality. His father was the boss and would act like one, giving him no special treatment; and he was the ever grateful employee, bumbling his way up the ranks. He was already so much closer to where he should have started in the company—what he was more than qualified for—and it was frustrating to have his father play this game with him.

He loosened his tie as he walked away from the office and turned the corner to stand before the large paned windows. This floor of the building was quiet for the time being, leaving him the only person out in view.

Looking down at the world from the top floor, Mello wondered what it would be like to just jump. Would he feel a few moments of weightlessness, clothing being ruffled violently as he fell? Or would the wind force be too distracting before he ultimately smacked into the pavement below?

Staring at the ant-like people on the streets, he could already imagine how his day would end. He would go home and tell Sam about the promotion, and she would be excited since it meant he would have more time home. More time with her. Wasn't that just awesome?

He sighed, fist gently smacking against the window. This wasn't what he wanted. He was bored, almost to the point of losing it. This was hell. Every time he thought of this job, there was a stabbing pain in his heart for the career he longed for, the one he could never have. Mello sank into his thoughts until his phone vibrated deep in his pocket, signaling the end of his lunch hour. Refitting his tie, Mello backed away from the less than scenic view and went back to work.

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"I just don't understand it. We have been trying and trying and nothing," Sam sighed heavily and went silent.

Mello was leaned quietly against the outside of the kitchen area and listened as Sam spoke to his mother on the phone. His expression was calm, though inwardly, he was annoyed. It was always baby this or baby that. He was sick of hearing about it.

Sure, he got that most married couples—somehow he was thinking it was mostly the women—wanted kids, but this was getting a little obsessive. She had taken to watching movies where someone in it was pregnant, be it the main character or a supporting cast member. If they went shopping, even at the food market, she had a habit of stopping and staring at any and all baby or child related items. It was starting to grate on his last nerve.

It wasn't just Sam he was talking about either; it was his mother who was encouraging it as well. It had created a bit of a strain between them because he was not 'trying hard enough' or whatever she was saying these days.

He was still the only one that knew the endeavor was doomed to failure.

"It really took you that long to conceive Mihael?" Sam's voice sounded awed and a little reassured, far less than far from the hysterics she had been close to at the beginning of the call. For that, he was glad. It meant that she wouldn't hound him about a baby that night or want five rounds of sex to try for one either.

He scrubbed a hand across his face. Something would give sooner or later. Whether she decided to try for in vitro, in which case he would have to find a way around, or adoption. One thing that wasn't an option was anyone finding out he was sterile. He did not regret keeping it a secret. It was just too late to tell anyone now without a full-scale blowout from one or more parties.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the conversation just beyond the door to end so he could get a drink; there was just no way he was going to interrupt.

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Mello flicked a piece of popcorn at the offending redhead and cracked a smile as Matt pretended to have been hit by something far heavier, falling sideways as though knocked out. Mello nudged him with a foot and rolled his eyes as Matt mumbled I'm unconscious leave me alone.

"Guess you won't mind if I push you off the couch then since you are unconscious and all that," he drawled, watching as Matt immediately sat up, bracing himself for a shove that wasn't going to come.

"You should be nice to me since I invited you over for the finale of this."

"You know I'm grateful. It was either this or a night of watching The Bachelorette with the wife," he scrunched his nose up at the thought. Honestly, that show was a piece of garbage. None of the relationships lasted. It was just a way to get on TV and make out with a bunch of strangers.

"Can't blame you there," Matt smiled at him, a smile Mello had come to like. It was warm and almost soothing in a way when it wasn't being forced.

His phone went off, and he recognized Sam's ringtone. Sighing, he picked up, wondering what she could possibly want that couldn't wait another hour. "Did I see the what?" he pulled the phone away, staring at it incredulously for a moment. "No, I did not..." he trailed off as she babbled on about some commercial or another for a lube that was stimulating for both of them or something.

"Sorry, I have to go. The show is back on," he quickly ended the call despite the car commercial clearly still scrolling across the TV screen. Flopping backwards, he let out a deep breath. "I am going to lose my mind," he mumbled a bit too loudly, catching Matt's attention.

"Marital troubles?"

Mello cocked his head so that he could see Matt. "She called because of a lube commercial. And I guarantee you, it was because she got it in her head that it will help in having a kid."

"Oh, so you plan on having some?" Matt almost sounded a little disappointed, though Mello could not fathom why.

"She wants them, my family wants them," he grumbled. He couldn't exactly tell Matt that he was unable to have them.

"And you clearly don't. Ever think about telling them that?" Matt suggested.

"Once my mother is set on something, there is no getting out if it. She asked during the reception of our wedding when she was getting grand-kids." He watched Matt wince and felt vindicated that at least one other person thought that was way too soon to push that request.

"No one is forcing you to stay around them. Maybe moving will help your relationship. Or you could actually tell them you want your own life. Worked well for me," Matt told him, staring pointedly.

"There is no way that Sam would move away. She loves being so close to our families. I can't stand it. Didn't even want to date her in the first place," he said the last part quietly, yet the look Matt gave him said it wasn't quiet enough.

"Why did you get married if you don't even like her all that much?"

"You don't understand. It wasn't about what I wanted," Mello shook his head and hoped Matt would just drop his argument. His family was quite different from what he had seen of Matt's.

Since Matt's mother was dead, he could not say anything about her, but his father was not the type to push anyone in a direction they did not want to go. Matt's parents let him go into technology and gaming rather than the family business, and that said a lot. There was no way Matt could understand with the upbringing he'd apparently had.

And frankly, it sucked; Mello had wanted just one person to see it his way, and that did not seem to be happening.

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"Yes Mihael, I have everything. Well, I would if I could find that darn necklace of mine," Sam called out from the bedroom. Mello rolled his eyes and wondered how exactly she could manage to lose the same exact piece of jewelry at least twice a week when she wore it ninety percent of the time.

He left her to it though, taking the casserole out of the oven and setting it on the stovetop to cool. She was having a 'girls night out' with some out of state friends who were visiting for the weekend. She would be staying with them that night and only forgoing another full night out with them because of work on Monday. He wasn't going to complain. He was perfectly capable of fending for himself, and worst come to worst, there was always takeout if all the appliances suddenly decided to die at the same time.

"Alright, I am leaving now. I should be back sometime around noon tomorrow, so we can have lunch before I go out with them again. Are you certain you don't mind?" she asked the last portion hesitantly, almost in a way where it sounded as though she wanted him to object. He wouldn't. He valued the time he was actually alone.

"No. Go have fun, just not too much. I don't want to see you on the news for being arrested," he told her with a smile. Really though, it would be a good laugh if it happened.

She nodded, throwing her arms around him and kissing him. He was too surprised to do much more than stand there awkwardly. "I love you," she whispered against his lips, giving him a deep longing look. It unnerved him just a little as she never acted like that—ever—not even in her most 'womanly' moments.

"I will see you tomorrow," she smiled and rushed out the door, purse under her arm and keys dangling in her gasp. Mello chalked it up to one of those strange moments husbands just did not understand and went to serve himself some food.

Most of the weekend without her, and he had no idea what he should do first.

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Matt was doubled over, gasping for breath, arms holding his sides as he laughed. Mello was having trouble holding back his own laughter. A smile split his face as he watched the other.

He had invited Matt over the second his mother had swept Sam off for a bit of shopping, and they had rented a movie off the television as they played a board game out of, well, boredom. The game lay forgotten, however, being used as a giant sized coaster for their drinks as they watched the movie. It was some Asian horror flick that was anything but.

The death scenes were horribly done to the point of laughter—and in Matt's case—tears. "That is not even physically possible!" Matt shouted at the screen, wiping his eyes.

"This isn't even worth the dollar I paid for it," Mello agreed. It failed as horror, though in the absurd entertainment factor, it scored good marks. So long as Matt was enjoying himself, then Mello didn't care what they were watching.

"After this, I'm choosing the movie, and we are starting a new game. No more of this monopoly crap." Matt finished off his soda, moving it to the floor as he cleaned up the game. Mello watched him for a moment, noticing for the first time the slight form of muscles that moved under the fabric of his striped shirt.

He stared until Matt looked back at him, head cocked to the side and asked "What?"

"I was just seeing how much I could get you to clean up for me," he grinned and dodged the game piece that was thrown.

In reality, he had no idea why he was staring.

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