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Part 5: Rain
Suggested Listening: Rain by L'ame Immortelle
Part 5
~Rain~
Mello's eyes were glued to Matt's body throughout the entire performance; his body swaying to the seductive music as his hands slid to places Mello couldn't have imagined Matt touching on his own much less with an audience.
He ignored the way it made his body ache and instead forced himself to focus on the fact that it was Matt. His Matt; the geek wearing the goggles. Who was supposed to be safe back at Wammys, playing games and slacking his way to the top of the rankings; who stayed indoors year round and could live with nothing more than a computer and junk food.
What in the hell was he doing up on that stage? And stripping? And touching himself for money?
Matt caught his eye for a moment, seemingly having noticed him, and Mello watched as his muscles tensed for a split second before his fluid motions were back. He had looked away and carried on as though he hadn't recognized Mello, as though he had never laid eyes on him before; and Mello might have thought that had it not been for the slight slip up.
He needed to speak to him. He didn't care what he had to do to achieve it, but he was going to speak to his friend... though it was hard to say if Matt even considered him that anymore.
Mello watched as the lights dimmed and the music, something catchy and addictive, faded away to the background for a moment as a new song switched on, signaling the end of the performance, and the stage went completely dark. All around were groans of protest, cat calls and other things that only irritated Mello more and more.
He grit his teeth, vaguely seeing Matt's shadowed form despite the darkness, and knew that he couldn't immediately get up and go find him as the mafia was still watching him. He didn't want them to associate is departure with Matt in any way. He tensed even further as another girl took the stage, and waited hardly five minutes into the performance before he vacated his seat, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
He thought he felt eyes follow him but he was almost passed the point of caring. There wasn't time to worry about them; he might have already missed his chance. A young woman looked at him skeptically and protested as he headed for the changing rooms but the second he glared at her, eyes narrowing to slits, she backed away as her voice died in her throat.
The changing room was not separated into parts for male and female, nor did it have any stalls to change in as women ran about gathering items and makeup for their upcoming work. He ignored the half naked bodies around him and searched for Matt.
It wasn't difficult to find him, being the only male and the only redhead in the room. He had just placed a cream colored vest on over a black and red striped shirt, and took out what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes. When he had left Wammys, Matt had hated cigarettes, couldn't stand the smell of them...
And the tight fitting jeans and boots he wore weren't something he would have seen him wearing either. The years had changed him, at least a little. Perhaps he had been naive in thinking Matt would have stayed innocent...
Mello walked up behind him, close enough to smell the lingering smell of sweat on his body and simply stood there; Matt knew he was there.
"Can I help you?" Matt commented dryly after a moment of fiddling with something in his pockets; he turned to face him and Mello didn't like the blank expression he showed him. He had hoped that Matt might have been happy to see him, if only a little, but he supposed after the way he left he shouldn't have expected a warm greeting.
"Why are you working here Matt?" he got straight to the point, having sensed that the redhead wouldn't have responded well to small talk; not that Mello really did small talk unless it involved a gun...
"It's not really any of your business." Matt told him with a shrug as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. This was not the Matt he remembered, not at all, and he was at a bit of a loss as to how to deal with him.
"What are you doing here Mello?" Matt drawled, his tone suggesting he didn't expect an answer, though the fact that Matt hadn't outright attempted to walk off was slightly reassuring. And Mello meant 'attempted', because he wasn't letting Matt walk away with out a fight. Funny how things turned out...
"I'm here on mafia business." he stated blandly watching the slight surprise flicker across Matt's face. "I practically run them and I still can't get out of certain situations when I don't have the time to deal with them." Matt snorted, leaning against the wall, and relaxed slightly. It was nothing major, but it was progress.
"Matt, come back to my apartment." he watched as Matt stiffened up and a frown played on his lips. It was obvious that Matt didn't really want anything to do with him, and Mello refused to acknowledge that it hurt a little, but he wasn't ready to give up. He had questions he wanted answered and only Matt had them.
"Please..." he forced himself to say. It did its job in unsettling Matt enough for him to narrow his eyes behind the goggles and slowly nod his head in acquiescence. There was something akin to weary curiosity in his expression and Mello had a feeling it was the only reason Matt had tentatively agreed to anything.
What had happened to change his friend so much in those past few years? He should have been safe at Wammys... but it seemed Mello had been mistaken. And he hated making mistakes.
-End Part 5-
AN: Eh….. I actually hate this chapter…. I was going through a crappy few days and couldn't seem to write anything satisfactory… or at least not by my standards…. Sorry? The next chapter is much better, and like 2,000 words long. :)
Part 5
~Rain~
Mello's eyes were glued to Matt's body throughout the entire performance; his body swaying to the seductive music as his hands slid to places Mello couldn't have imagined Matt touching on his own much less with an audience.
He ignored the way it made his body ache and instead forced himself to focus on the fact that it was Matt. His Matt; the geek wearing the goggles. Who was supposed to be safe back at Wammys, playing games and slacking his way to the top of the rankings; who stayed indoors year round and could live with nothing more than a computer and junk food.
What in the hell was he doing up on that stage? And stripping? And touching himself for money?
Matt caught his eye for a moment, seemingly having noticed him, and Mello watched as his muscles tensed for a split second before his fluid motions were back. He had looked away and carried on as though he hadn't recognized Mello, as though he had never laid eyes on him before; and Mello might have thought that had it not been for the slight slip up.
He needed to speak to him. He didn't care what he had to do to achieve it, but he was going to speak to his friend... though it was hard to say if Matt even considered him that anymore.
Mello watched as the lights dimmed and the music, something catchy and addictive, faded away to the background for a moment as a new song switched on, signaling the end of the performance, and the stage went completely dark. All around were groans of protest, cat calls and other things that only irritated Mello more and more.
He grit his teeth, vaguely seeing Matt's shadowed form despite the darkness, and knew that he couldn't immediately get up and go find him as the mafia was still watching him. He didn't want them to associate is departure with Matt in any way. He tensed even further as another girl took the stage, and waited hardly five minutes into the performance before he vacated his seat, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
He thought he felt eyes follow him but he was almost passed the point of caring. There wasn't time to worry about them; he might have already missed his chance. A young woman looked at him skeptically and protested as he headed for the changing rooms but the second he glared at her, eyes narrowing to slits, she backed away as her voice died in her throat.
The changing room was not separated into parts for male and female, nor did it have any stalls to change in as women ran about gathering items and makeup for their upcoming work. He ignored the half naked bodies around him and searched for Matt.
It wasn't difficult to find him, being the only male and the only redhead in the room. He had just placed a cream colored vest on over a black and red striped shirt, and took out what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes. When he had left Wammys, Matt had hated cigarettes, couldn't stand the smell of them...
And the tight fitting jeans and boots he wore weren't something he would have seen him wearing either. The years had changed him, at least a little. Perhaps he had been naive in thinking Matt would have stayed innocent...
Mello walked up behind him, close enough to smell the lingering smell of sweat on his body and simply stood there; Matt knew he was there.
"Can I help you?" Matt commented dryly after a moment of fiddling with something in his pockets; he turned to face him and Mello didn't like the blank expression he showed him. He had hoped that Matt might have been happy to see him, if only a little, but he supposed after the way he left he shouldn't have expected a warm greeting.
"Why are you working here Matt?" he got straight to the point, having sensed that the redhead wouldn't have responded well to small talk; not that Mello really did small talk unless it involved a gun...
"It's not really any of your business." Matt told him with a shrug as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. This was not the Matt he remembered, not at all, and he was at a bit of a loss as to how to deal with him.
"What are you doing here Mello?" Matt drawled, his tone suggesting he didn't expect an answer, though the fact that Matt hadn't outright attempted to walk off was slightly reassuring. And Mello meant 'attempted', because he wasn't letting Matt walk away with out a fight. Funny how things turned out...
"I'm here on mafia business." he stated blandly watching the slight surprise flicker across Matt's face. "I practically run them and I still can't get out of certain situations when I don't have the time to deal with them." Matt snorted, leaning against the wall, and relaxed slightly. It was nothing major, but it was progress.
"Matt, come back to my apartment." he watched as Matt stiffened up and a frown played on his lips. It was obvious that Matt didn't really want anything to do with him, and Mello refused to acknowledge that it hurt a little, but he wasn't ready to give up. He had questions he wanted answered and only Matt had them.
"Please..." he forced himself to say. It did its job in unsettling Matt enough for him to narrow his eyes behind the goggles and slowly nod his head in acquiescence. There was something akin to weary curiosity in his expression and Mello had a feeling it was the only reason Matt had tentatively agreed to anything.
What had happened to change his friend so much in those past few years? He should have been safe at Wammys... but it seemed Mello had been mistaken. And he hated making mistakes.
-End Part 5-
AN: Eh….. I actually hate this chapter…. I was going through a crappy few days and couldn't seem to write anything satisfactory… or at least not by my standards…. Sorry? The next chapter is much better, and like 2,000 words long. :)