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Sweet Charade	By : beckychanmattkun Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Sweet Charade
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Mello stood at the threshold of Matt's room, surveying the mess he'd made and the mop of red hair splayed across his pillow. Naturally his face was covered by the blanket seeing as how a bright golden beam of light was shining through his window and straight onto his face. He sighed however, a smile on his lips, and walked back to the living room where he plopped down and began going through the cases on his lap top.

Matt wasn't a morning person, not at all. When the light had hit his phone he had groaned, hand flailing to find the blanket that was now shielding him. Why did mornings have to be so offensive. He heard the sigh, not having been able to fully get back to sleep, but made no move to get up. Hearing Mello walk away he tugged the blanket further around him, creating a cocoon. He'd only get up when it was absolutely necessary.

Mello would never forget the night they had 'died'. Stupid woman had misspelled his name and so he was spared. Not from the fire, but he had come out alive. In her last moments she had written "Mihail Keehl" instead of Mihael. He glanced back towards Matt's room and his expression softened. Despite everything, he had generally thought he had lost Matt forever.

Matt still remembered how insanely angry Mello had gotten at him, when he'd walked into their house after the incident. Angry and then upset. Matt had never him cry so much before and all he could do was awkwardly hug him. What Mello had seen on the news was, in actual fact, a doppelgänger. Someone Matt had promised $10,000 if he just drove his car around.
He felt bad, for getting him killed, but he couldn't die. He couldn't leave Mello behind.

Mello rubbed his face, where it didn't still smart from the recent fire he'd had to escape from, and returned his attention back to the cases blinking in his inbox. He clicked on one and got to work, sending in his findings a short hour after he'd begun it. He got an immediate response from the sender and he nearly choked on the drink he'd just taken.
"Good afternoon M." -N
He slammed his lap top closed and started pacing the room, panicking. He wasn't supposed to know it was him! Not yet! Whammy's was likely to contact him with the offer of backing him as his own pseudonym just as they did Near. They had retired L officially. Thinking about it made his chest hurt. L. Damn you Kira.

The noise, though quiet, was enough to wake Matt up again. Sighing he kicked off the covers and glanced at the clock near him. Blurry numbers greeted him and so he reached down, hand fumbling for his goggles. Pulling them on he glanced to the clock. 9.30.
Standing up he yawned, stretching his arms, and walked through to the living room. Leaning against the sideboard he watched Mello pacing. "What's the problem?"

Mello jumped, obviously annoyed and not in the mood for dealing with Matt's stealth this early in the morning and so soon after having been contacted by IT. However, an idea sprang up at the sound of Matt's voice and he snatched his lap top from the table, shoving it into Matt's arms.
"Look for yourself." He snapped, the tone obviously not aimed at the gamer himself but at his situation in general and he was confident Matt would get that.

Matt had to be fast on his feet, grabbing the laptop before it fell to the floor. He raised an eyebrow at Mello's obvious distress. Moving his eyes to the page he shrugged his shoulders. "So Near knows it's you. I don't get the big deal. He can't do anything to us. We're 'dead' and there aren't any records of us anywhere."

Mello rolled his eyes, grabbing the lap top and setting it on the back of the couch. The same zebra striped couch that had supposedly been destroyed in the explosion at the Mafia's hide out. He touched the couch momentarily, fretting for just an instant that Rod's affiliates would come looking for him, then walked into the kitchen, grabbing his plate of food from the microwave and sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, that's what I figured at first, but he knows. He can make us public with the information he's got and even rally previous Kira supporters to flush us out and bring us to him. We're...well...I'M his competition and I don't know what's going on in that little brain of his." Mello explained, gesturing with his gloved hand for Matt to join him in the kitchen.

"'Kay then." Matt muttered as the laptop was taken away. Folding his arms he tilted his head back so it was touching the wooden door frame, nodding as Mello spoke though not really paying attention.
He scoffed at the last few sentences however, moving from the wall to follow Mello into the kitchen. "Personally I think you're giving him too much credit. Near has better things to do than run around trying to out you."

Mello didn't know whether to bristle at that statement or nod in agreement so instead he gave Matt a look that told him he needed to elaborate. He finished off the plate of left overs he'd cooked and washed his dish.

With a short sigh Matt shrugged. "I just mean... He has cases. You're like a speck on his radar." He cringed at his analogy, but ran with it.

It was as if a bomb had just been dropped in the room and the sudden downward spiral of Mello's mood seemed audible. His shoulders bunched and tensed and as he turned slowly, his eyes caught that Mafioso glare he'd acquired in the years without a conscience.
"Excuse me Matt? Who was it that allowed Near to capture Kira? He knows what I'm capable of and it intimidates him. I know it does, I've seen it in his eyes when I'd face him at Whammy's." His voice was deep, gruff, a danger zone was forming.

Matt straightened, taking in the glare. He should have worded that better. "Hey, I know, okay? I know it was you. I'm just saying he obviously thinks highly of himself to bother with us. I'm not saying you're any less than he is."

"That's exactly what you were saying Matt." Mello was pleased at the physical change in Matt when he used his glare, proving to himself that he hadn't lost his touch. He walked over to the red head, happy too with the fact that Matt was still a mite smaller than him. The leather gloves creaked in protest as he clenched his hands together and stared at the gamer, waiting for a response.

Matt swallowed, watching Mello through his goggles. He had hoped for a day without Mello blowing up over something small. Though, this wasn't that small. "I was telling you what Near thinks. It's not what I think." He looked down at the balled fist, then back up to Mello. "So, what? You're going to hit me?"

Mello threw back his head, white canines gleaming as he laughed. It was a deep reverberating laugh that sent vibrations through the blonds entire body. His gloved hand flew to Matt's face, slowing to a crawl as it touched his face.
"Hit you? You'd like that wouldn't you Matty?" He purred, grazing his thumb across Matt's bottom lip and patting his cheek before he turned and walked back into the living room. 'Matt should be shitting his pants by now.' He thought.

As Mello's hand stroked over his face, Matt hated himself for having flinched. He didn't say another word, standing still as Mello patted his face. His heart hammered, though he wouldn't admit to that, and he bit his lip. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Matt walked to the back door. He needed a cigarette.

Mello chuckled, having seen the reaction he wanted to see and now turning his attention towards the back door where Matt had disappeared to.
"What's the matter Matt? Couldn't handle it?"

Not wanting to deal with the irrational behaviour that was on display, Matt shut the door behind him. Locking it swiftly, then leaving the key in the lock. Leaning against the brick wall, he lifted his cigarette to his lips, lighting it up gratefully.

Mello peeked into Matt's room, spying an almost empty pack of cigarettes on the dresser and stealing one along with an idle lighter. He plopped down onto the couch and waited five minutes before lighting it up and taking a drag, coughing slightly before he exhaled. He loved breaking his own rules and punishing Matt when he did it, it was one of his favourite games.

Walking back into the house Matt frowned hearing him cough. Looking into the front room he rolled his eyes. Stepping back he opened the fridge, taking a lone chocolate bar and taking it back to his room, setting up his laptop.

Oh no way in HELL. Mello darted into Matt's room and snatched the chocolate bar before it could be opened, inspecting it by feeling to make sure it wasn't broken. He smacked Matt hard across the face, showing him t he chocolate bar seconds after he'd righted himself.
"Don't you EVER fucking eat this chocolate bar!" He snarled, storming back into the kitchen and setting his last expensive as hell chocolate on the top shelf by itself.

The force of the slap had Matt reeling. Touching his cheek he winced, moving his head back as Mello practically shoved the chocolate bar in his face. He gave Mello a withering look as the blonde stormed out.
He worked his jaw a bit, feeling the stretch of his skin working against the pain. Pulling his laptop towards him he opened up the EHC forum and chat, though kept himself as 'invisible'

Satisfied with the safety of his beloved bar, Mello walked back into Matt's room and sat beside him on the bed, glancing over his shoulder as he took another drag and coughed softly as he exhaled. Bored, he lay back and let his lower stomach show beneath the leather. For some reason he was turned on, perhaps by the look Matt had given him but he knew he definitely wanted Matt. Now.

"Is there something you want?" Matt asked, a bored tone to his voice as he scoured the forums of the EHC. "Only I'm a little busy." He didn't look up, fixating his vision on the various forums and people asking if they knew where 'MM' was.

Tch, of course Matt wouldn't notice. In a childish attempt to get back at the gamer, Mello put out the cigarette on Matt's keyboard and walked out, slamming the door as he went. He sauntered into the living room, past the couch, and to his 'office' where he was no one but 'M'. A letter on a screen.

"Fuck you Matt." He murmured, flicking on his computer.

To say Matt was now pissed, was an understatement. "Next time you do that I'll fucking put mine out on you, you bastard!" he yelled, tilting his laptop up to brush the ash from it. He sighed as the act had melted the letter 'H' a little. "Fucking fantastic..."

Mello rolled his eyes, standing in the mirror and ruffling his hair a little to make it look fuller. The light from the morning sun now reached him and caused his hair to turn gold, making him smile a little bit. It looked like he was wearing a halo. He grabbed the eye-liner pencil on his dresser and applied some to his eyes to enhance them before he walked out, slipping on his favourite ankle length jacket he'd worn while in the Mafia. He didn't even bother telling Matt he was going out.

When Matt finally did realize that Mello had gone out he sighed. He'd give Mello a challenge. Whether Mello saw it as a game was another story. Moving into the kitchen he replaced the chocolate bar with a note. 'In 5 minutes I'll start to melt. Find me quick.'

He then sent a text to Mello before barricading his door

Mello hadn't even kick started his bike when he had gotten the message. Matt was trying to fuck with him and it was seriously pissing him off. Okay, he'd play along. But Matt would pay for this dearly in about two minutes. He threw his helmet to the ground, stormed back inside, and headed straight for Matt's bedroom, shooting the entire handle off of the door as he approached it.
"Come out Matt and it won't be more than you can handle." Mello snarled, his Mafia aura rushing back over him, coursing through his veins. He could feel the madness of before sinking in again.

Hearing the gunshot Matt fell off his bed in an attempt to stand up quickly. He stayed on the floor, his breathing increasing and heart pounding. Okay, it was only a game. A fucking hunt, there was no need for guns.
"Mel, come on, man. Guns? It's a fucking chocolate bar." He couldn't mask the fear, voice shaking as he spoke. Great, just great. He was going to die all for a lousy chocolate bar.
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