S.O.S

Title: S.O.S

Pairing: Matt X Mello

Rating: NC- 17

Warnings: Severe Violence, Rape, but most important Unrequited Love

Summary: Now that Matt has rescued Mello, his patients are pushed to the limit when trying to deal with Mello’s new over reactive personality.

Chapter Number: #3

Author Note: This chapter mostly reflects how Matt feels. The other chapters were mostly about Mello, I believe it’s Matt’s turn for some attention. However this chapter is mildly boring, but every fan fiction needs a grace period for the plot to relax for a while. But it won’t be a very long boring chapter. Only about four or five pages at the most.

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Matt woke up and Mello was gone. At first he assumed the blonde had made his way back to the couch, but he was wrong. Mello was not there, nor was he in the bathroom, or in the kitchen, or hiding in that still empty closet. Mello was not in the building, but why?

“Mello,” Matt said dismally to the empty apartment as he sat down on the couch. There was no note divulging the location of the missing man, and no signs that gave a hint as to where Mello had gone. “Come on, don’t you know it’s not safe to be out there alone? You said that there was more than one person who hurt you… so what if one of them sees you…” Matt let out a frustrated sigh laid down on the couch. “I know this isn’t easy for you, Mello… but it isn’t that simple for me either.” He rolled over onto his side, staring at the coffee table where a half eaten bar of chocolate sat, it’s unwrapped end pointed at the door as if saying that it’s owner had gone that way.

Then the thought struck him like a train. The cell phone! Matt hadn’t seen the phone anywhere when he was searching for Mello. That meant said boy had it. There was only one problem. The cell phone was their only phone; he couldn’t call it from the house. But there was a pay phone by the subway station three blocks down the road. He’d just go there.

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The phone rang twice… three times… and then…

“I couldn’t stay in the house anymore. It was making me feel sick…” Mello sounded tired and rather depressed.

“Can’t you leave a note, I was worried about you.”

“I couldn’t find a pen…” There was a period of silence.

“Where are you?” Mello hung up the phone. “Goddamnit Mello!” Matt slammed the phone back on the hook. It was obvious Mello didn’t want to be found, but it was depressing not knowing where the blonde was. So many people who would have never caught his eye before were instant enemies now. Anyone and everyone was a threat. So many people could take advantage of how weak Mello was now. Even a four-year-old child could jump out of a dark corner and shout ‘boo’ and Mello would be on the floor cowering.

“If I were Mello, where would I go?” Matt thought for a long moment. Where did Mello go when he was upset? There were three options. Mello often went to his gang’s hideout when he was angry, but those kind of people were shady and it was obvious Mello would not want to be around them. They’re the type that turn on people fast, and with Mello’s stamina on such a low dose, he was easy game. There was also a certain café Mello would go to if he was utterly and completely depressed, he never ordered anything, he just sat there. The only reason he was allowed to gather dust in the café’s seat was because he was ‘of close relation’ with the owner. But that place was always filled with chatter, when Matt had called the background was nearly silent. That left one place.

There was a gazebo in the park on the other side of the town. If Mello wanted to be left alone and ignored, that was the place he went. The gazebo itself was about the size of their living room, a great deal of space. Mello liked space. It was all psychological, but it made sense for Mello to be there.

/Mello had been trapped inside of that garage for five weeks straight…/ Matt thought. /He naturally wouldn’t want to stay in such a small space for very long, but once he got home he didn’t want to leave the apartment because he was too scared. I guess that when I took him out that one time he got scared because of all of the people, but he must’ve enjoyed getting out for a while. He probably felt that it would be nice to go outside as long as there weren’t people around that could cause harm to him./ Matt walked past the apartment building and headed on towards the park, a thirty-seven minute walk away. /However, at the same time that he wants to be outside of solid walls, he still wants to be inside of something because it seems safer. To get at him someone would have to enter that same place, and if the building he’s hiding in is like the gazebo, he can see all around him. No one can sneak up except for from behind. But the gazebo has really tall wooden lattice walls that stand about three feet over the head of whoever is sitting on the benches around the inside of it. The gazebo has walls, but you can see through them easily, Mello knows that he is safe from any form of a sneak attack in that one place./ Matt shook his head.

“My god, Mello can be so complex.” Matt may have wasted most of his brain playing video games but he still had strong sense of logic and a keen ability to solve puzzles. Not Near’s form of puzzles, but mind games.

Matt looked up at the sky and watched a nearly invisible jet streak through the sky. /Who is this harder on I wonder. Me, or Mello?/ He stared at the cracks in the sidewalk. Mello had been tortured and literally destroyed, but Matt had to deal more with the after affects. He couldn’t rest easy at night anymore. He always worried about Mello and if Mello would be okay or what would happen the next day. Would Mello get jumped by someone else, and above all else he was stuck wondering the same old thing. “Does Mello even love me anymore?” Mello never said those three words since Matt had rescued him. He’d said it the day he went missing, but he never said it again after that.

Matt’s face went pale, his stomach started doing flips so he shook the thought from his mind. There was no way that Mello no longer loved him, there was just no way. If he didn’t then he wouldn’t have gotten so angry the previous night.

Matt ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh that was somewhere between a sob and a growl. He wanted to see Mello.

He felt a hard thud and then a series of bumps which jerked him back from his thoughts. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he had been wandering and smacked straight into, what appeared to be, a high school girl carrying her books home from class.

“I’m sorry,” Matt said, bending down to help gather the scattered papers that had fallen out of one of the girl’s text books.

“It was my fault, I was paying attention.” The girl grabbed up all of her books and looked Matt over carefully.

“Are you okay sir? You look upset.” The girl watched him closely as if waiting for him to say something improper. Her mother had told her before not to talk to men on the streets, which is why she had spoken in the first place.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I was just on my way to find a friend of mine. He’s got some real problems that we need to discuss. Sorry for knocking you over,” Matt shoved his hands deep into his pockets and kept walking. The girl watched him walk away, shrugged her shoulders and headed home.

Finally Matt made it to the gazebo, and there was Mello. Sitting there, head in his hands looking dismal and very defenseless. Mello always looked defenseless now though, his fight was gone. But for some reason, Mello looked a lot more helpless than he had before.

“Mello?” Matt asked as he stepped into the large wooden building. Mello jerked his head up and managed to fall backwards off of his seat and hit the floor with a hard thud, bangs covering one of his eyes. His eyes stared at Matt, open and terrified and then the relaxed a bit. “You okay?” Matt walked up to Mello and offered him his hand. Mello started at it for a moment, but latched onto it quickly and stood up with only a bit of trouble.

No… Mello was not at all like he used to be.

“Thanks,” Mello said, looking away and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He stayed that way for at least fifty seconds, scrubbing at the corner of his mouth. But why?

“Mello?” Matt grabbed Mello’s hand noticing that the skin was turning bright red from the friction. What the hell had been trying to rub away? Then he saw it. On the other side of Mello’s mouth was a very thin, dried, white line. Mello had been with someone, but it didn’t look willing. The eye being covered by his bangs was turning dark purple. Someone…some sick fuck, raped Mello once again.

“Wh-what?” Mello tried to scoop the bangs to cover his eye more. “W-why are you looking at me like that?” Matt raised his hand to the line running from the corner of Mello’s mouth and rubbed part of the dried substance away. “Wh-what’s th-the matter with y-you!?” Mello trembled and pushed Matt’s hand away gently. Matt wiped the bangs out of Mello’s eye and caressed the dark bruise encircling it.

“Mello, why didn’t you tell me on the phone? I would’ve gotten here faster.” Mello shook his head.

“Wh-what good would it have done! You would’ve just worried and gotten hurt or something…” Mello sobbed hard and hugged Matt tight. “One of those men from before found me… I tried to get away and he hit me.” Matt petted Mello’s hair and held him tight.

There was a long period of silence. Matt’s mind raced over thoughts of what to say. There were so many wrong things that he could say. He missed the old Mello that, if given the situation, was hit by anyone he would hit back twice as hard. Matt assumed that this Mello crumbled under the blow and let whatever hurt him take charge.

“Matt… Wh-what happened last night? I-I don’t remember… But…how did we get into the bed?” Mello blushed almost microscopically and Matt could feel the blonde’s body tense. He was afraid that Matt had slept with him.

“Nothing happened. You fainted and I know that couch is uncomfortable so… I put you in the room…and then I fell asleep.” Mello blinked and looked at Matt carefully as if deciding weather or not he was being lied to.

“I-I trust you…” Mello said quietly. He nodded his head before speaking again as if agreeing with himself. “I trust you not to hurt me.” For some reason Matt was hurt by those words. If Mello ever told him the words ‘I trust you,’ usually the words ‘I trust you because I love you’ followed. It had always been that way. Even if the task was as simple as remembering to pay the phone bill, but it wasn’t said this time.

Matt let it go. He knew. He understood.

Mello was in no position to love anyone.

~Alice von Wonderland

Closing Note: I apologize for the long wait. I’ve been sick off and on and my work is piling up to stacks over my head. Chapter four is not finished yet, but it will be up in at least a couple of weeks.

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Until next time

Alice Von Wonderland

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