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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Part 6

~Justice~

Mello was a little surprised when Matt sat down beside him on the bed after he'd brought the requested laptop over. Matt's own laptop sat on his knees as the redhead sat himself nearest the edge without falling over; Mello didn't care, he wasn't in the mood to protest, at least that's what he told himself.

It didn't help that he felt the slightest bit calmer with the redhead so close...

He withheld a tiny sigh at the thought and sent his mind in a different direction. The medication Matt had given him. Mello wondered where Matt had gotten them as he couldn't recall seeing Matt ever need anything like them back at Wammys. It made him curious but he wouldn't ask just in case it was related to one of the subjects they didn't talk about.

Mello shifted so that he was propped onto an elbow with a better view of the laptops screen but winced as the motion was more than enough to jar his lower half; it brought everything back into focus.

He was sore and his lower abdomen hurt, a throbbing annoying sort of pain. The kind that you think might dissipate after every throb is over only to be disappointed over and over. But the worst part was the feeling much deeper inside him, almost as though it were behind his genitals, the feeling like someone was taking a knife and scrapping his insides with it. It hurt. It was a different sort of physical pain than what he was used to.

He knew the pain of split knuckles from when he had punched something too hard, he knew the feeling of a black eye and the swollen tenderness it left behind when the sharp pains had faded, hell even the feeling of his lip splitting apart from being hit too hard from one of the teens he'd fought. But nothing compared to that.

To the thing he wasn't ever supposed to have had, or been able to have.

And L... his chest clenched tightly like someone's fist squeezing around his inner organs. L had used them with little regard for their health. What if one of them had ended up like the Kira suspect, if the compulsion to use the notebook was true?

Would L have simply written it off as a casualty and taken them down when things got bad?

Or would he have tried to correct his mistake in judgment, because that was exactly what it had been. A mistake... right?

L was justice... and justice was... justice was human. Justice was flawed... imperfect. But still right...

Mello just couldn't believe that L ...

Mello shook his head. He was simply tired and in pain, he needed to focus on something else. Pain plus pain did not equal euphoria no matter how many times in mathematics a negative and a negative equaled a positive.

So he set to work on the files that Matt had gathered prior to L's little revelation. He needed to go through it and see if any of it was salvageable. He really had no other motivation to work, but as sleep was elusive for the moment there was no other choice.

Mello quickly pulled up the folder he'd copied from Matt's jump drive and began to skim the information. Most of it was useless despite the promise it held when first obtained and even the ones he'd looked at before were now utter junk. They'd wasted so much time because L had withheld information..

Mello suppressed the urge to simply throw his laptop off the bed and instead continued to dig through the mostly useless data. It was more than frustrating to have wasted, even that seemingly small amount of time, the effort in getting the information when they could have been so much further into the case-

Mello paused his hand, nearly hitting the delete button on that file, when he read something that intrigued him. It was contained in one of the files Matt had to have placed on his laptop without his knowing; there was no other who knew the password to get on.

It was about L's previous investigation team and how they had up and disappeared, or so it seemed. Mello began to wonder. Did Kira have anything to do with it? Had Kira gotten rid of them before he'd thought to disappear, spurred on by his ever growing madness, or was it simply a last ditch effort to erase those who knew him as Kira, those other than L?

Or had the previous team been equally affected by the notebook and things had unraveled from there and lead to their disappearance? But if that were the truth why was it not documented in the file or anywhere else?

They, like Light Yagami, had simply vanished.

It left Mello with only more questions. He huffed in frustration but didn't bother to ask Matt of his opinion, it was likely those thoughts were the very reason Matt had given him the file in the first place.

Mello saved that file into a new folder rather than deleting it. One he would use for a separate part of the investigation, one separate for finding Kira. With that in mind Mello looked more closely at the rest of the documents in his possession, searching for even the barest hint that would help him.

Mello didn't remember falling asleep, but he knew the second that he woke with the heaviness of having been deep asleep. He opened his eyes and started a little at finding Matt's face so close to his, both of them sharing one pillow.

Their laptops were gone from the bed and placed safely on Matt's unused one. Mello smiled softly as he curled more fully underneath the blanket that was strewn over them; Matt must have stopped working not too long after he'd fallen asleep, probably afraid of waking him from the typing. It was unexpected, but nice.

It was warm and sleep still clung to him. It was more than an incentive to close his eyes again, slight smile staying as Mello allowed himself to fall back asleep.

.

Mello woke up to a soft curse, hardly a whisper but still loud enough to rouse him from his light sleep. He blinked heavily, feeling more content than tired as he glanced at the numbers on the clock. They danced back and forth under his gaze until his eyesight steadied. He had slept for another three hours.

Mello made no movement as he dragged his eyes to the body still lying next to him. Matt had his gameboy color in hand, the oldest model handheld Matt had, and his fingers were working overtime and mashing buttons.

When Matt finally caught note of him being awake he frowned; Mello wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

"Did I wake you?" Matt asked looking a little guilty as he paused his game. Mello withheld the smile that twitched at his lips. Matt almost never paused his games willingly.

"You did-" Mello watched as Matt's expression fell and quickly continued, he really didn't want to start the day off wrong by creating tension between them, "-but if I had slept much longer I would have been sick. You know I don't sleep all that much."

"You ever think that you're getting sick because you don't sleep enough?" Matt commented dryly though he seemed mollified on the previous subject.

"No." Mello stated simply. He would not believe that were true. L could go without sleep and had previously eaten nothing but sweets so Mello would be able to handle the small amount of rest he received.

His stomach grumbled angrily and Mello instinctively curled in on himself, hand going to his stomach as if it would help. Mello wisely grit his teeth and it helped to distract him from the pain.

Damn it when would this hell be over?

"Mello, do you need more of those meds? It's been long enough where you can take more if you wanted..." Matt trailed off and though Mello didn't want to get used to taking them he also really didn't want to feel like that all day so he nodded.

He pulled the blanket tighter over himself as Matt slipped from the bed and back to the hidden bottle in his things. Though Mello would never tell the redhead...he missed his warmth beside him and wanted nothing more than for Matt to get back into the bed.

Mello sighed softly.

Things could never be simple for him, could they?

-End Part 6-

AN: Yeah… I'm kind of late in updating… and I really have no excuse other than I was lazy and the weather is making me tired….. heh. But on another note I'm happy that everyone seems to be enjoying this. Next chapter will be interesting.
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