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Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,644
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 7
Title: S.O.S
Pairing: Matt X Mello
Rating: NC- 17
Warnings: Severe Violence, Rape, but most important Unrequited Love
Summary: As weeks go by Mello’s memories of the incident are seemingly being erased, or is he just putting them behind him for good? But either way, does that mean that Matt is being forgotten also?
Chapter Number: #7
Author Note: I know I promised some people that I would update in a week or two and I lied. I apologize. The holidays took away my concentration. Happy Holidays Everyone!
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Matt woke up and Mello was gone, at one point this fact had been shocking and scary, but now it was merely common occurrence. Mello left early and came home late, just like he used to. He would go to undisclosed locations and refuse to answer any of Matt’s calls which, in turn, began to irritate the redhead more than frighten him.
It wasn’t difficult for Matt to figure out exactly where Mello would go when he would leave. He went to his gang’s hideout. A place Matt had assumed, or hoped rather, that Mello would never go to again.
Mello was always a smooth talker, Matt knew that very well. In the past Mello was able to talk himself right out of trouble at Wammy’s and was able to persuade Matt with words to abandon attraction to females for him. Literally talked him into changing his sexuality, though, even at the time Matt was unspeakably in love with the blonde and just hadn’t realized the feelings for what they were. It wouldn’t be hard for Mello to say that he had been gone for so long because of the Kira case or was captured by the government and was able to escape. The blonde was good at thinking on his feet and was able to make up stories quite easily.
Simply put, Mello was able to say whatever he wanted about the reason for his absence and only a genius like L would be able to recognize the lie.
Matt shook the tangles out of his hair and combed it down with his fingers and moved towards his dresser in search of relatively fresh clothes. Money was scarce due to neither of the two having a real job for the time being and even the rent payment was at the given moment an I.O.U. (Because Mello was able to talk the landlord into the deal of course.) Because of that there were no coins for the apartment’s launder mat and Mello insisted that no change was needed because leather was to be washed by hand and no other way. Apparently he forgot that Matt did not wear leather.
Matt sat on the couch, utterly depressed because he could not play his games because the electric bill would be too high, or so Mello stated. This fact also prevented Matt from turning on lights or even the television at all. His gameboy had no batteries and try as he might he could not find enough money to buy a pack. They cost nearly five dollars and he, at the moment, only had two dollars and fifty cents. Mello seemed to have all of the money.
And with that money he bought chocolate and paid the cell phone bill and conveniently forgot about the rent or the electric bill or any of the other bills. Though it was cruel, Matt knew, he found himself hoping that Mello would immediately become diabetic and plummet back to Earth and remember that his lover also needed to eat and wasn’t interested in chocolate or sweets. Hell, he hadn’t even had a cigarette in over a week because he didn’t have the money.
After sitting in silence for over three and a half hours, observing a lone ant as it crawled across the floor dismally; Matt stood from the couch and pulled on his coat. He pocketed his cell phone and made his way out of the apartment and into the city, wondering for a moment where he was going to go.
“I need a job,” Matt said to the stagnant, wet, afternoon air. It had been raining all week and there were no signs of improvement in the near future. The assumption was based on instinct because he was not able to turn on the television to discover the real truth. “Or something,” he stated glumly as he looked up at the crying sky.
He found himself wishing that Mello would stay at home more often like he had while recovering, but at the same time he wished that Mello do whatever made him happy. Matt wandered through the town and passed several stores with Help Wanted signs and Now Hiring signs and dismally decided that he would have to look harder if he didn’t want to end up as a waiter or a cashier, yet manage to be paid under the table in cash so he wouldn’t have to fill out any paperwork. He was certain that some place would be willing to meet his simple terms and allow him to work with the one thing he was good at: computers.
Mello had sarcastically remarked once in the past that Matt should work at an appliance store if he loved computers so much and wanted money. But Matt wasn’t interested in sales. He was more interested in more productive things. Things like espionage and cyber terrorism, hacking. Something interesting like that. Not sales. Not “welcome to Bill’s Computer Shop! How may I assist you?” No, that would just be boring.
He was good with computers, but bad with people. No, terrible with people. He hated them, now more than ever before. He hated children and their spoiled antics, and he hated adults and their pushy demands. If anything, he wanted to work without having to make contact with anyone. Work under a boss that he never had to see or even verbally communicate with.
But that was just a dull wish. Mello wanted to do all of the work these days. In fact, it almost appeared as if Mello just wanted Matt to stay at the house in the case that anything was to happen.
Actually, it was almost as if Mello just wanted Matt out of the way.
Matt knew he wanted Mello to forget about his tragedy, to forget about being hurt and used. But he didn’t want Mello to forget that Matt was reliable and useful, not just a gamer who existed for sex and conversation. Things that, recently, there seemed to be less and less of between the two. He was almost sure that Mello was receiving these things from someone else. The thought made his very soul ache.
The dull ache soon turned to agitation and redhead continued to wander around the city watching lucky bastards smoke cigarettes outside of shopping centers. What he wouldn’t do for just one drag. (Smoking being the only thing that Mello couldn’t talk Matt out of.)
While standing outside of a convenience store, thinking earnestly about bursting through the door and stealing every pack of non-filtered cigarettes that he could reach, his phone began to ring and his thought process was shattered. He answered without a word and listened to the static more than he did his boyfriend’s words.
Mello wanted to know if there was any chocolate left at the house. /Seriously,/ Matt thought bitterly. /Is that all he wants from me? To know if HIS food is in the house?/
“I don’t know, I’m not there,” Matt said, looking into the window of the convenience store.
“You’re not? Where are you?” Matt could hear voices in the background talking about a person he didn’t know.
“Nowhere that concerns you, Mello. If that’s all you wanted then hang up.” There was a moment of silence before the blonde spoke again. His voice sounded mildly upset.
“Matty. Are you mad?”
“Yes, Mello. I am. Now would you say what you need to say and get off the line?” He felt a growl rise in his throat but swallowed it before it could be muttered. He could not disrupt his chain of emotionless words with the sound.
“Well, why are you mad? Did I do something?”
“You’ve done a lot of things, Mello. There is no food in the house except for yours, my clothes are filthy, we have no money, the bills need paid or we won’t have any electricity, and for Gods sake, I haven’t had a cigarette in weeks yet you’ve had your chocolate.” The emotions bit through, but scarcely. There was just enough anger brewing in his words to emphasize them and nothing more.
“Oh,” Mello said softly. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“You /forgot/?” Matt inquired in disbelief. “Forgot?”
“Yes,” the blonde stated in a soft voice. Glances were being passed to him and he glared at the faces in response. He could not show weakness to the people whom he surrounded himself with. Not after being gone for so long.
“Well why not forget your address Mello, because we’re not going to have a place if you don’t get money like you promised! Why don’t you forget that, and your name, and my name, and everything else!”
“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset.”
“Forget it, forget what I said.” Matt hung up the phone and a sad voice whispered in his head. /After all, you’ve already forgotten about me./
Mello stared at the phone for a moment after the outburst and then turned it off. Some of the people around passed inquisitive looks at him and he didn’t respond.
“What’s up, Mello? Somethin’ the matter?” a large man called Rod asked, Mello shook his head.
“My roommate is mad because I didn’t pay the bills like I promised.” Mello stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
“Can’t be bothered?”
“Nah, it’s not that.” Mello looked nearly sheepishly at the floor, taking a bite of his chocolate as he did so. “Seems money is in low supply for us right now.”
“Make the lazy ass get a job,” Rod stated bluntly with a laugh.
“No, I want him at the house. I thought for sure there would be something around here for me to do upon my return, but so far it seems that nothing needs to be done.” Mello passed a skeptic glance around the large, smoke-filled room.
“Right now we already have people fixing what needs fixed, but if you need some extra cash, you know what you gotta do.” Mello let out a sigh and nodded.
“I know. I’ll do what I have to.”
“So how much money do you need?”
“For Matt’s sake, I’d say almost a thousand.” Rod’s eyes seemed to bug out of his head for the moment, but then returned to the norm after a sip of his beer.
“That’s all? Just for rent and bills right?” He laughed.
“No,” Mello replied curtly. “Rent, bills, and classic luxuries. I’ll do what I have to do.”
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Matt sat on the couch in the empty apartment. It had been three days since his fight with Mello, if it could really be called that, and he hadn’t heard from him since. The landlord had already visited once and Matt stated that Mello had the money, but Mello was missing again. The landlord left grumbling.
The thought had crossed Matt’s mind, Mello having been kidnapped again, but he refused to think about it. Once Mello returned to his mob Matt was most assured that the ‘officers’ were inexplicably dead. But he was sure that those two were not the last of their kind.
The phone rang at Matt leapt from his seat, ready to place his anger aside in the case that Mello was once again in danger.
“I paid the bills,” said Mello’s voice through the phone.
“What?” Matt could hardly believe it.
“I said, I paid the bills. Can I come home now?” His voice sounded tired at Matt was nervous.
“Yeah, Mello. You could’ve come home days ago.”
“No, not after breaking my promise.” Matt let out a sigh. The way that Mello was acting reminded him of how he was directly after the tragedy.
“Mello, you never promised to pay, I just expected it of you. Now come home.” Matt hung up and waited by the door for his lover’s return. Just by the sound of his voice Matt could tell that the blonde hadn’t had a decent amount of sleep in the entirety of his absence. Or, perhaps, it hinted that he was injured. Matt had his assumptions that it was both.
~Alice von Wonderland
Closing Note: I apologize for the wait, again. I also apologize for the abrupt ending. It seems my region is getting thunderstorms now and I really don’t want my computer to be zapped. Also, I’ll be “vacationing” in Michigan starting tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning. So this is really all that I can manage for tonight.
Please Rate and Review
I am still accepting suggestions or requests of things you would like to see in the story as long as it fits the plotline!!! I really could use some of these please. If I had more ideas I’d update faster ;)
Until next time
Alice Von Wonderland
R&R
Pairing: Matt X Mello
Rating: NC- 17
Warnings: Severe Violence, Rape, but most important Unrequited Love
Summary: As weeks go by Mello’s memories of the incident are seemingly being erased, or is he just putting them behind him for good? But either way, does that mean that Matt is being forgotten also?
Chapter Number: #7
Author Note: I know I promised some people that I would update in a week or two and I lied. I apologize. The holidays took away my concentration. Happy Holidays Everyone!
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Matt woke up and Mello was gone, at one point this fact had been shocking and scary, but now it was merely common occurrence. Mello left early and came home late, just like he used to. He would go to undisclosed locations and refuse to answer any of Matt’s calls which, in turn, began to irritate the redhead more than frighten him.
It wasn’t difficult for Matt to figure out exactly where Mello would go when he would leave. He went to his gang’s hideout. A place Matt had assumed, or hoped rather, that Mello would never go to again.
Mello was always a smooth talker, Matt knew that very well. In the past Mello was able to talk himself right out of trouble at Wammy’s and was able to persuade Matt with words to abandon attraction to females for him. Literally talked him into changing his sexuality, though, even at the time Matt was unspeakably in love with the blonde and just hadn’t realized the feelings for what they were. It wouldn’t be hard for Mello to say that he had been gone for so long because of the Kira case or was captured by the government and was able to escape. The blonde was good at thinking on his feet and was able to make up stories quite easily.
Simply put, Mello was able to say whatever he wanted about the reason for his absence and only a genius like L would be able to recognize the lie.
Matt shook the tangles out of his hair and combed it down with his fingers and moved towards his dresser in search of relatively fresh clothes. Money was scarce due to neither of the two having a real job for the time being and even the rent payment was at the given moment an I.O.U. (Because Mello was able to talk the landlord into the deal of course.) Because of that there were no coins for the apartment’s launder mat and Mello insisted that no change was needed because leather was to be washed by hand and no other way. Apparently he forgot that Matt did not wear leather.
Matt sat on the couch, utterly depressed because he could not play his games because the electric bill would be too high, or so Mello stated. This fact also prevented Matt from turning on lights or even the television at all. His gameboy had no batteries and try as he might he could not find enough money to buy a pack. They cost nearly five dollars and he, at the moment, only had two dollars and fifty cents. Mello seemed to have all of the money.
And with that money he bought chocolate and paid the cell phone bill and conveniently forgot about the rent or the electric bill or any of the other bills. Though it was cruel, Matt knew, he found himself hoping that Mello would immediately become diabetic and plummet back to Earth and remember that his lover also needed to eat and wasn’t interested in chocolate or sweets. Hell, he hadn’t even had a cigarette in over a week because he didn’t have the money.
After sitting in silence for over three and a half hours, observing a lone ant as it crawled across the floor dismally; Matt stood from the couch and pulled on his coat. He pocketed his cell phone and made his way out of the apartment and into the city, wondering for a moment where he was going to go.
“I need a job,” Matt said to the stagnant, wet, afternoon air. It had been raining all week and there were no signs of improvement in the near future. The assumption was based on instinct because he was not able to turn on the television to discover the real truth. “Or something,” he stated glumly as he looked up at the crying sky.
He found himself wishing that Mello would stay at home more often like he had while recovering, but at the same time he wished that Mello do whatever made him happy. Matt wandered through the town and passed several stores with Help Wanted signs and Now Hiring signs and dismally decided that he would have to look harder if he didn’t want to end up as a waiter or a cashier, yet manage to be paid under the table in cash so he wouldn’t have to fill out any paperwork. He was certain that some place would be willing to meet his simple terms and allow him to work with the one thing he was good at: computers.
Mello had sarcastically remarked once in the past that Matt should work at an appliance store if he loved computers so much and wanted money. But Matt wasn’t interested in sales. He was more interested in more productive things. Things like espionage and cyber terrorism, hacking. Something interesting like that. Not sales. Not “welcome to Bill’s Computer Shop! How may I assist you?” No, that would just be boring.
He was good with computers, but bad with people. No, terrible with people. He hated them, now more than ever before. He hated children and their spoiled antics, and he hated adults and their pushy demands. If anything, he wanted to work without having to make contact with anyone. Work under a boss that he never had to see or even verbally communicate with.
But that was just a dull wish. Mello wanted to do all of the work these days. In fact, it almost appeared as if Mello just wanted Matt to stay at the house in the case that anything was to happen.
Actually, it was almost as if Mello just wanted Matt out of the way.
Matt knew he wanted Mello to forget about his tragedy, to forget about being hurt and used. But he didn’t want Mello to forget that Matt was reliable and useful, not just a gamer who existed for sex and conversation. Things that, recently, there seemed to be less and less of between the two. He was almost sure that Mello was receiving these things from someone else. The thought made his very soul ache.
The dull ache soon turned to agitation and redhead continued to wander around the city watching lucky bastards smoke cigarettes outside of shopping centers. What he wouldn’t do for just one drag. (Smoking being the only thing that Mello couldn’t talk Matt out of.)
While standing outside of a convenience store, thinking earnestly about bursting through the door and stealing every pack of non-filtered cigarettes that he could reach, his phone began to ring and his thought process was shattered. He answered without a word and listened to the static more than he did his boyfriend’s words.
Mello wanted to know if there was any chocolate left at the house. /Seriously,/ Matt thought bitterly. /Is that all he wants from me? To know if HIS food is in the house?/
“I don’t know, I’m not there,” Matt said, looking into the window of the convenience store.
“You’re not? Where are you?” Matt could hear voices in the background talking about a person he didn’t know.
“Nowhere that concerns you, Mello. If that’s all you wanted then hang up.” There was a moment of silence before the blonde spoke again. His voice sounded mildly upset.
“Matty. Are you mad?”
“Yes, Mello. I am. Now would you say what you need to say and get off the line?” He felt a growl rise in his throat but swallowed it before it could be muttered. He could not disrupt his chain of emotionless words with the sound.
“Well, why are you mad? Did I do something?”
“You’ve done a lot of things, Mello. There is no food in the house except for yours, my clothes are filthy, we have no money, the bills need paid or we won’t have any electricity, and for Gods sake, I haven’t had a cigarette in weeks yet you’ve had your chocolate.” The emotions bit through, but scarcely. There was just enough anger brewing in his words to emphasize them and nothing more.
“Oh,” Mello said softly. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“You /forgot/?” Matt inquired in disbelief. “Forgot?”
“Yes,” the blonde stated in a soft voice. Glances were being passed to him and he glared at the faces in response. He could not show weakness to the people whom he surrounded himself with. Not after being gone for so long.
“Well why not forget your address Mello, because we’re not going to have a place if you don’t get money like you promised! Why don’t you forget that, and your name, and my name, and everything else!”
“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset.”
“Forget it, forget what I said.” Matt hung up the phone and a sad voice whispered in his head. /After all, you’ve already forgotten about me./
Mello stared at the phone for a moment after the outburst and then turned it off. Some of the people around passed inquisitive looks at him and he didn’t respond.
“What’s up, Mello? Somethin’ the matter?” a large man called Rod asked, Mello shook his head.
“My roommate is mad because I didn’t pay the bills like I promised.” Mello stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
“Can’t be bothered?”
“Nah, it’s not that.” Mello looked nearly sheepishly at the floor, taking a bite of his chocolate as he did so. “Seems money is in low supply for us right now.”
“Make the lazy ass get a job,” Rod stated bluntly with a laugh.
“No, I want him at the house. I thought for sure there would be something around here for me to do upon my return, but so far it seems that nothing needs to be done.” Mello passed a skeptic glance around the large, smoke-filled room.
“Right now we already have people fixing what needs fixed, but if you need some extra cash, you know what you gotta do.” Mello let out a sigh and nodded.
“I know. I’ll do what I have to.”
“So how much money do you need?”
“For Matt’s sake, I’d say almost a thousand.” Rod’s eyes seemed to bug out of his head for the moment, but then returned to the norm after a sip of his beer.
“That’s all? Just for rent and bills right?” He laughed.
“No,” Mello replied curtly. “Rent, bills, and classic luxuries. I’ll do what I have to do.”
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Matt sat on the couch in the empty apartment. It had been three days since his fight with Mello, if it could really be called that, and he hadn’t heard from him since. The landlord had already visited once and Matt stated that Mello had the money, but Mello was missing again. The landlord left grumbling.
The thought had crossed Matt’s mind, Mello having been kidnapped again, but he refused to think about it. Once Mello returned to his mob Matt was most assured that the ‘officers’ were inexplicably dead. But he was sure that those two were not the last of their kind.
The phone rang at Matt leapt from his seat, ready to place his anger aside in the case that Mello was once again in danger.
“I paid the bills,” said Mello’s voice through the phone.
“What?” Matt could hardly believe it.
“I said, I paid the bills. Can I come home now?” His voice sounded tired at Matt was nervous.
“Yeah, Mello. You could’ve come home days ago.”
“No, not after breaking my promise.” Matt let out a sigh. The way that Mello was acting reminded him of how he was directly after the tragedy.
“Mello, you never promised to pay, I just expected it of you. Now come home.” Matt hung up and waited by the door for his lover’s return. Just by the sound of his voice Matt could tell that the blonde hadn’t had a decent amount of sleep in the entirety of his absence. Or, perhaps, it hinted that he was injured. Matt had his assumptions that it was both.
~Alice von Wonderland
Closing Note: I apologize for the wait, again. I also apologize for the abrupt ending. It seems my region is getting thunderstorms now and I really don’t want my computer to be zapped. Also, I’ll be “vacationing” in Michigan starting tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning. So this is really all that I can manage for tonight.
Please Rate and Review
I am still accepting suggestions or requests of things you would like to see in the story as long as it fits the plotline!!! I really could use some of these please. If I had more ideas I’d update faster ;)
Until next time
Alice Von Wonderland
R&R