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Part 8: The Cross
Suggested Listening: The Cross by Within Temptation
Part 8
~The Cross~
Matt grit his teeth as he pushed the speedometer on his car and swerved around cars and ignored the honking and shouts. He was pissed, and that was an understatement.
The last few months had been trying, to say the least.
Mello had indeed called him after a few days, and though he would never admit it to anyone especially Mello, he had jumped to grab his phone as it rang. But being around Mello hadn't been easy, not that Matt had expected it to be.
There was a darkness, an almost haunted look, that lingered in the blonds' eyes that stayed no matter the situation. Though Matt couldn't say if it would have stayed had Mello genuinely laughed...
They were both different people, and Matt hardly knew the person Mello had become and he wondered if Mello would say the same. Mello had long bouts of silences where he would simply sit, chocolate poised by his lips, and stare off at some invisible scene only he could see.
But it wasn't the same sort of quiet as before. His silence held something deeper, something odd, something incomplete. As though parts of Mello were missing after so many years...
And Matt hadn't known what to make of it, hadn't known if it was worth the effort despite Mello having made the first step to keep their fragile friendship together. Matt knew that if it hadn't been for the blond that he would have given up on it completely. And yet despite that, he had been glad to have Mello back in his life.
Matt raced alongside another car before pulling out in front of it despite the cursing he received.
Had been. Until Mello had decided to demand that he leave the club. His eyes narrowed and he pressed the gas all the way to the floor as he was flooded with fury once more. Mello had no right to demand anything of him...
A nasty fight had broken out over it, though no fists had been thrown, and Mello had stormed out of his own apartment to go wherever-the-fuck. Matt didn't honestly care at the moment.
Matt understood that he was possibly throwing the entire situation out of proportions, but after not seeing Mello for years, the blond comes back into his life, his existence, and thinks he has a say in anything he did and it pissed him off.
The rational part of his mind understood Mello, wanted to listen to him even, but he was just so damn angry and couldn't do anything more than ignore it. Matt had always been rebellious, in his own way, and he gave into that side as he pulled up to the club, tires screeching as he skidded to a stop.
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins alone with an anger that surprised even Matt. He needed a distraction, he needed to do something that would rid him of his thoughts... he wanted to do something to hurt him.
It was stupid, and petulant, but he shoved all protesting thoughts from his head as he wrenched open the heavy doors and walked inside. He was instantly on edge and at ease at the same time. The smell and sounds and atmosphere completely familiar to him as was the nature of the place.
"Matt, it's your day off what are you doing here?"
He jerked his head to look at the manager and forced his lips to smile. "I want a room." the older man looked surprised but gave him a once over before grinning.
"Whatever you are running from you won't find it here. Take 2, its open." the manager waved him off and Matt was almost relieved. The gleam in the man's eyes said that he would be getting paid for his time in 2. He would get what he wanted, and so would the manager.
He had just gotten stripped down to his boxers and shirt when the door opened; he didn't glance back to see who had come in and instead pulled his shirt overhead and laid the stripped piece on the chair before him.
Matt closed his eyes, in shame or pleasure he wasn't sure, as hands slide along his sides and down to the hem of his boxers...
.
.
.
It was well passed midnight when he returned to his apartment sore, slightly bruised and feeling worse than before he had left Mello's place. Guilt was a bitch when she decided to reveal herself.
He lit a cigarette as he shut the door and thought back to all the smoke he had seen billowing upwards from another portion of the city. There was nothing on the news about it, or at least not on the radio, and he wondered if there had been some sort of explosion.
Matt slumped into his bed and tossed an arm across the pillow and breathed in deeply. He was tired... but not enough so to sleep... not enough to escape his thoughts...
He laid there for a long while, simply enjoying the silence, when his phone started to ring. He knew who it was, and stuffed his head under the pillow in protest. But it kept ringing. And when Matt had finally thought it had ended it started again. He sighed irritably and snatched it off the countertop. "What?"
"M-matt..."
All his anger melted away at the sound of Mello's voice. But he wasn't given time to say anything.
"Thanks for picking up..." Mello trailed off and Matt winced at the hacking cough that the blond released, it didn't sound good, wet, as though there was something in his lungs.
"..can you come get me, I'm outside your apartment. I tried to make it further..." Mello's voice had started to fade out around the middle of the sentence and Matt felt worry crawl from deep within his chest as he sprang from the bed, nearly dropping the phone in his haste.
"Mello?" he asked as he rushed out the front door, and though there hadn't been an answer Matt could hear the ragged breaths on the line. There was no sign of the blond in the hallway but he stopped short after two steps into the stairwell.
There was blood on the wall, a hand print, and a long streak downwards. He followed the line and found Mello crumpled on the floor and covered in blood, phone lying by his ear and half rolled out of his hand. He had burns on his left side, what looked like pieces of metal sticking out of him and who knew what else wrong with him.
Matt shoved his phone into his pocket, and after a moments hesitation, carefully gathered Mello into his arms and lifted him off the ground. When Mello didn't respond at all, when Matt knew the wounds would have had most people screaming, he felt the worry turn to fear.
He refused to lose Mello again, but he had no idea what to do.
-End Part 8-
AN: Wow... this one was easy to write after the last chapter. Wrote it in one go... bad Matty right?
Thoughts?
Part 8
~The Cross~
Matt grit his teeth as he pushed the speedometer on his car and swerved around cars and ignored the honking and shouts. He was pissed, and that was an understatement.
The last few months had been trying, to say the least.
Mello had indeed called him after a few days, and though he would never admit it to anyone especially Mello, he had jumped to grab his phone as it rang. But being around Mello hadn't been easy, not that Matt had expected it to be.
There was a darkness, an almost haunted look, that lingered in the blonds' eyes that stayed no matter the situation. Though Matt couldn't say if it would have stayed had Mello genuinely laughed...
They were both different people, and Matt hardly knew the person Mello had become and he wondered if Mello would say the same. Mello had long bouts of silences where he would simply sit, chocolate poised by his lips, and stare off at some invisible scene only he could see.
But it wasn't the same sort of quiet as before. His silence held something deeper, something odd, something incomplete. As though parts of Mello were missing after so many years...
And Matt hadn't known what to make of it, hadn't known if it was worth the effort despite Mello having made the first step to keep their fragile friendship together. Matt knew that if it hadn't been for the blond that he would have given up on it completely. And yet despite that, he had been glad to have Mello back in his life.
Matt raced alongside another car before pulling out in front of it despite the cursing he received.
Had been. Until Mello had decided to demand that he leave the club. His eyes narrowed and he pressed the gas all the way to the floor as he was flooded with fury once more. Mello had no right to demand anything of him...
A nasty fight had broken out over it, though no fists had been thrown, and Mello had stormed out of his own apartment to go wherever-the-fuck. Matt didn't honestly care at the moment.
Matt understood that he was possibly throwing the entire situation out of proportions, but after not seeing Mello for years, the blond comes back into his life, his existence, and thinks he has a say in anything he did and it pissed him off.
The rational part of his mind understood Mello, wanted to listen to him even, but he was just so damn angry and couldn't do anything more than ignore it. Matt had always been rebellious, in his own way, and he gave into that side as he pulled up to the club, tires screeching as he skidded to a stop.
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins alone with an anger that surprised even Matt. He needed a distraction, he needed to do something that would rid him of his thoughts... he wanted to do something to hurt him.
It was stupid, and petulant, but he shoved all protesting thoughts from his head as he wrenched open the heavy doors and walked inside. He was instantly on edge and at ease at the same time. The smell and sounds and atmosphere completely familiar to him as was the nature of the place.
"Matt, it's your day off what are you doing here?"
He jerked his head to look at the manager and forced his lips to smile. "I want a room." the older man looked surprised but gave him a once over before grinning.
"Whatever you are running from you won't find it here. Take 2, its open." the manager waved him off and Matt was almost relieved. The gleam in the man's eyes said that he would be getting paid for his time in 2. He would get what he wanted, and so would the manager.
He had just gotten stripped down to his boxers and shirt when the door opened; he didn't glance back to see who had come in and instead pulled his shirt overhead and laid the stripped piece on the chair before him.
Matt closed his eyes, in shame or pleasure he wasn't sure, as hands slide along his sides and down to the hem of his boxers...
.
.
.
It was well passed midnight when he returned to his apartment sore, slightly bruised and feeling worse than before he had left Mello's place. Guilt was a bitch when she decided to reveal herself.
He lit a cigarette as he shut the door and thought back to all the smoke he had seen billowing upwards from another portion of the city. There was nothing on the news about it, or at least not on the radio, and he wondered if there had been some sort of explosion.
Matt slumped into his bed and tossed an arm across the pillow and breathed in deeply. He was tired... but not enough so to sleep... not enough to escape his thoughts...
He laid there for a long while, simply enjoying the silence, when his phone started to ring. He knew who it was, and stuffed his head under the pillow in protest. But it kept ringing. And when Matt had finally thought it had ended it started again. He sighed irritably and snatched it off the countertop. "What?"
"M-matt..."
All his anger melted away at the sound of Mello's voice. But he wasn't given time to say anything.
"Thanks for picking up..." Mello trailed off and Matt winced at the hacking cough that the blond released, it didn't sound good, wet, as though there was something in his lungs.
"..can you come get me, I'm outside your apartment. I tried to make it further..." Mello's voice had started to fade out around the middle of the sentence and Matt felt worry crawl from deep within his chest as he sprang from the bed, nearly dropping the phone in his haste.
"Mello?" he asked as he rushed out the front door, and though there hadn't been an answer Matt could hear the ragged breaths on the line. There was no sign of the blond in the hallway but he stopped short after two steps into the stairwell.
There was blood on the wall, a hand print, and a long streak downwards. He followed the line and found Mello crumpled on the floor and covered in blood, phone lying by his ear and half rolled out of his hand. He had burns on his left side, what looked like pieces of metal sticking out of him and who knew what else wrong with him.
Matt shoved his phone into his pocket, and after a moments hesitation, carefully gathered Mello into his arms and lifted him off the ground. When Mello didn't respond at all, when Matt knew the wounds would have had most people screaming, he felt the worry turn to fear.
He refused to lose Mello again, but he had no idea what to do.
-End Part 8-
AN: Wow... this one was easy to write after the last chapter. Wrote it in one go... bad Matty right?
Thoughts?