nabari no ou-death note/ Chocolate after taste [Ch1]
Title: Chocolate after taste
Chapter: 1- Sweat drops
Author:
ca_te
Characters: Mello, Miharu, Yukimi (mentions of Matt and Yoite)
Rating: PG
Notes: Au, takes place in Banten, for Nabari after ch.50 and for Death Note after the end of the Kira case
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and its characters. I do not own Nabari no Ou and its characters
Mello feels a sweat drop rolling along his neck. Just how the fuck can it be so hot!
The room is little, and the window is open. Mello looks at Miharu’s knees. They are white angles over the carpet.
- Hey you, brat!
Mello rises his left eyebrow as Miharu lifts his face. So freaking emotionless. And those eyes, like cheap trinkets.
Miharu looks at the blond face. He thinks he is like a dog which is going to bark.
- Hey I’m talking to you!
Miharu lowers his gaze over the silver cross of the rosary. Miharu has never prayed. And surely not in front of a cross. He looks at the long, leather clad fingers closing around it.
Miharu doesn’t know how to deal with all that black.
- What the hell!
Mello grabs the hem of Miharu’s shirt. Miharu keeps his gaze over Mello’s collarbone. It makes him think of milk.
Mello’s breath is almost cold over his cheeks.
- Look at me, dammit!
Mello wants to smash his face as a sigh escapes Miharu’s dry lips.
- Uh?
Mello rolls his eyes. He misses Matt’s quick answers so much now!
- What the hell are we waiting for?
One, two, three sweat drops.
- We have to wait for Yukimi before going.
Miharu’s voice is low and Mello fights the desire to make him scream somehow.
- That jerk with a single arm?
- He is not a jerk!
Mello looks at Miharu’s red cheeks. Then also trinkets can shine. Mello grins.
- You’ve got some balls there, after all!
Still grinning he sits back.
Miharu follows Mello’s hands as he ties up his hair and fumbles in his pocket. He follows the glint of the light over the leather. He thinks Mello is too little for his age.
- What the hell are you looking at?
Mello’s voice is strong, it fills the room, it fights with the heat. Miharu likes the way he speaks Japanese. The way it naturally falls from his lips.
- Your hands.
- What’s with that?
Miharu looks at his hands over his knees.
- Tch. And you don’t know what they can do, brat.
Miharu balls his hands and Mello grins again.
- Wanna try?
Mello bites his lower lip as the door opens. He almost laughs as he sees Miharu’s eyes growing wide and his throat moving as he swallows.
Yukimi looks at the blond, then at Miharu, then back at the blond.
- Hey! I hope you behaved well, you stray cat.
Mello furrows his blond eyebrows, his hand searching the front of his pants.
- No gun for you! And be grateful to the one who picked you up!
Mello presses his hand on the floor and gets up. His ponytail swings.
- What the hell are you talking about! You bastard! I’m not a fucking cat.
Yukimi smirks as he lights a cigarette.
- You should wash your mouth you brat!
Miharu looks at Mello’s gloved hands grabbing Yukimi’s shirt.
- Don’t you dare call me brat, you asshole!
Mello’s voice is almost a growl. Miharu thinks he seems an angry deity from some old tale.
- Stop teasing him, Yukimi.
Yukimi looks at Miharu, who looks at the table in front of him. Mello lets go of Yukimi’s shirt. He fumbles in his back pocket. Yukimi looks at the chocolate bar appeared in the hand of the blond hurricane.
- Wanna get fat, brat?
Mello looks at Yukimi, then at Miharu.
- Didn’t you hear what Mr. Silence said?
Yukimi grins and closes the door.
Mello sits down and he thinks he said something really Matt-like. The chocolate melts over his tongue.
- So hey blondie where do we have to take you, uh?
Mello keeps his gaze over the reassuring black of his trousers.
- LA.
- What?
Yukimi almost chokes on the smoke he is blowing out.
Miharu looks at Mello. He thinks LA is too far. Way too far. Miharu doesn’t like to imagine maps.
- And why are you here if you are from LA?
Mello bites his lower lip. He lifts his gaze.
- Don’t pick up stray cats if you want to know where are they from.
- Well have you at least healed properly?
Mello looks at Yukimi right in the eyes. His do-you-want-me-to-show-you look stamped on his face.
Yukimi has always had a weak point on cats.
- Alright then, blondie.
Mello almost growls.
- It’s Mello! Mello!
Miharu feels something tugging at the corner of his mouth. He is not sure that he wants to smile.
- What! Do you have a paresis?
Miharu looks at Mello.
- N-no.
Mello sighs and leans his back against the wall.
- So well, will ya help me?
Yukimi presses the butt of the cigarette against the glassy bottom of the ashtray.
- You mean you want us to come with you till LA?
Mello can’t help laughing. Is a high pitched laugh. Mello has not laughed for a long time. Laughing was something Matt used to do.
He passes a gloved hand over his eyes.
- You idiot! I need you to help me with the money! I don’t want to bring you and I-do-not-have-a-tongue boy with me!
Miharu wants to scream that he can try to change, if Mello asks. Miharu has this feeling that he has already tried for someone else.
He looks at the empty sleeve dangling at Yukimi’s side.
Yukimi passes a hand through his own hair.
- Who would have said that an injured, crying brat could be so troublesome!
Mello remains silent. He keeps his gaze on his knees. The chocolate has a bitter after-taste now. He doesn’t remember how he had arrived in that hallway. But he remembers the pain, his hand closed around the rosary so firmly that the cross almost cut his skin. There’s a red mark on his left palm now. He has noticed that Miharu looks often at his own left hand, but there’s nothing there.
Mello balls his fists. He knows well that all he has now is just a red mark and the emptiness behind his eyes, ‘cause he has cried too much.
He lifts his gaze. His voice is low and steady. Miharu feels on his skin the weight of each word.
- I don’t care. Just tell me if you can help me! I have to go back there.
Yukimi looks at those azure eyes. Then he looks at Miharu. He wonders why his cheeks are redder. But it’s a nice view. It’s like the sun shining over the ice.
- Alright then!
Miharu looks at Yukimi. Then at Mello and at the weak smile on his lips. Miharu wants to be happy for him but he can’t.
Yukimi’s hand is firm on his shoulder and Miharu turns.
- We’re going back to Banten then.
Miharu swallows.
- Why, Yukimi?
- Maybe that Thobari can help us right?
Yukimi’s smile is warm. Miharu shyly smiles back.
Mello stands up. Miharu looks at him as he stretches his slim body.
- C’mon! I don’t want to remain here in Japan for long!
- Hey brat! We are helping you here!
Mello is about to snap again but then…then Miharu stands up and looks at him. Mello feels weird, he doesn’t want to scream again in front of that boy. Mello has never been the silent type. But Matt was. Mello bites his lower lip.
- Ugh! Alright sorry.
Yukimi grins and Miharu smiles.
As Yukimi buys the tickets, Mello adjusts his sunglasses over his eyes. He still is afraid of crowded places. He squeezes the silver cross dangling against his chest.
- Are you alright, Mello?
Mello looks at Miharu. His eyes are too big to answer him badly.
- Yeah.
- Mh.
Mello taps with his boot over the floor.
- So…where are we going…Miharu?
Mello is definitely not used to call other people by name.
- We are going to Banten. It’s my city.
Miharu looks at the train approaching. People on the other bench disappear quickly behind the wagons.
Mello looks at the boy. Probably he won’t see him again, he shouldn’t care. But then he looks at Miharu’s little pale hands, and at the red mark on his own palm. It comes naturally to think about what he lost, and then what he may lose doesn’t seem relevant.
- I come from England.
Miharu doesn’t turn, he is afraid that Mello may stop talking.
- I lived in an orphanage. I left when I was fourteen. I lived in LA with my best friend.
Miharu turns. The noise of a train braking on the tracks fills their ears, covers Mello’s voice.
- I…
Mello lifts a hand. Something tells him he must say all of it.
- That night…I was crying for him.
- Mello, you don’t have to…
Mello can’t hold back, not now. He grabs the front of Miharu’s shirt. He feels salty water streaming down his cheeks as he talks.
- He was my best friend, he was my lover, and he…
Mello didn’t imagine he could still have tears left. He curses through his teeth.
Miharu swallows, something tightening around his heart. For an instant he envies Mello because he can remember the person he lost, he knows the reason of his sufferings. But then the tears don’t stop and Miharu just lifts his arms and lets them encircle Mello’s little waist.
Mello feels Miharu’s arms. He doesn’t pull away, he hides his face in the boy’s dark hair. They smell of something like fruit.
Yukimi waits in silence till they break apart. Mello doesn’t look at them.
- So well, what’s the platform?
- Number 5.
Mello begins to walk. Miharu remains at Yukimi’s side. He is afraid, afraid that he has seen too much.
Mello closes his eyes and rests his head against the seat. Miharu sits at his side, and Yukimi in front of them. Mello won’t admit that he feels at ease with them. He looks out of the window.
Chapter: 1- Sweat drops
Author:
ca_te
Characters: Mello, Miharu, Yukimi (mentions of Matt and Yoite)
Rating: PG
Notes: Au, takes place in Banten, for Nabari after ch.50 and for Death Note after the end of the Kira case
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note and its characters. I do not own Nabari no Ou and its characters
Mello feels a sweat drop rolling along his neck. Just how the fuck can it be so hot!
The room is little, and the window is open. Mello looks at Miharu’s knees. They are white angles over the carpet.
- Hey you, brat!
Mello rises his left eyebrow as Miharu lifts his face. So freaking emotionless. And those eyes, like cheap trinkets.
Miharu looks at the blond face. He thinks he is like a dog which is going to bark.
- Hey I’m talking to you!
Miharu lowers his gaze over the silver cross of the rosary. Miharu has never prayed. And surely not in front of a cross. He looks at the long, leather clad fingers closing around it.
Miharu doesn’t know how to deal with all that black.
- What the hell!
Mello grabs the hem of Miharu’s shirt. Miharu keeps his gaze over Mello’s collarbone. It makes him think of milk.
Mello’s breath is almost cold over his cheeks.
- Look at me, dammit!
Mello wants to smash his face as a sigh escapes Miharu’s dry lips.
- Uh?
Mello rolls his eyes. He misses Matt’s quick answers so much now!
- What the hell are we waiting for?
One, two, three sweat drops.
- We have to wait for Yukimi before going.
Miharu’s voice is low and Mello fights the desire to make him scream somehow.
- That jerk with a single arm?
- He is not a jerk!
Mello looks at Miharu’s red cheeks. Then also trinkets can shine. Mello grins.
- You’ve got some balls there, after all!
Still grinning he sits back.
Miharu follows Mello’s hands as he ties up his hair and fumbles in his pocket. He follows the glint of the light over the leather. He thinks Mello is too little for his age.
- What the hell are you looking at?
Mello’s voice is strong, it fills the room, it fights with the heat. Miharu likes the way he speaks Japanese. The way it naturally falls from his lips.
- Your hands.
- What’s with that?
Miharu looks at his hands over his knees.
- Tch. And you don’t know what they can do, brat.
Miharu balls his hands and Mello grins again.
- Wanna try?
Mello bites his lower lip as the door opens. He almost laughs as he sees Miharu’s eyes growing wide and his throat moving as he swallows.
Yukimi looks at the blond, then at Miharu, then back at the blond.
- Hey! I hope you behaved well, you stray cat.
Mello furrows his blond eyebrows, his hand searching the front of his pants.
- No gun for you! And be grateful to the one who picked you up!
Mello presses his hand on the floor and gets up. His ponytail swings.
- What the hell are you talking about! You bastard! I’m not a fucking cat.
Yukimi smirks as he lights a cigarette.
- You should wash your mouth you brat!
Miharu looks at Mello’s gloved hands grabbing Yukimi’s shirt.
- Don’t you dare call me brat, you asshole!
Mello’s voice is almost a growl. Miharu thinks he seems an angry deity from some old tale.
- Stop teasing him, Yukimi.
Yukimi looks at Miharu, who looks at the table in front of him. Mello lets go of Yukimi’s shirt. He fumbles in his back pocket. Yukimi looks at the chocolate bar appeared in the hand of the blond hurricane.
- Wanna get fat, brat?
Mello looks at Yukimi, then at Miharu.
- Didn’t you hear what Mr. Silence said?
Yukimi grins and closes the door.
Mello sits down and he thinks he said something really Matt-like. The chocolate melts over his tongue.
- So hey blondie where do we have to take you, uh?
Mello keeps his gaze over the reassuring black of his trousers.
- LA.
- What?
Yukimi almost chokes on the smoke he is blowing out.
Miharu looks at Mello. He thinks LA is too far. Way too far. Miharu doesn’t like to imagine maps.
- And why are you here if you are from LA?
Mello bites his lower lip. He lifts his gaze.
- Don’t pick up stray cats if you want to know where are they from.
- Well have you at least healed properly?
Mello looks at Yukimi right in the eyes. His do-you-want-me-to-show-you look stamped on his face.
Yukimi has always had a weak point on cats.
- Alright then, blondie.
Mello almost growls.
- It’s Mello! Mello!
Miharu feels something tugging at the corner of his mouth. He is not sure that he wants to smile.
- What! Do you have a paresis?
Miharu looks at Mello.
- N-no.
Mello sighs and leans his back against the wall.
- So well, will ya help me?
Yukimi presses the butt of the cigarette against the glassy bottom of the ashtray.
- You mean you want us to come with you till LA?
Mello can’t help laughing. Is a high pitched laugh. Mello has not laughed for a long time. Laughing was something Matt used to do.
He passes a gloved hand over his eyes.
- You idiot! I need you to help me with the money! I don’t want to bring you and I-do-not-have-a-tongue boy with me!
Miharu wants to scream that he can try to change, if Mello asks. Miharu has this feeling that he has already tried for someone else.
He looks at the empty sleeve dangling at Yukimi’s side.
Yukimi passes a hand through his own hair.
- Who would have said that an injured, crying brat could be so troublesome!
Mello remains silent. He keeps his gaze on his knees. The chocolate has a bitter after-taste now. He doesn’t remember how he had arrived in that hallway. But he remembers the pain, his hand closed around the rosary so firmly that the cross almost cut his skin. There’s a red mark on his left palm now. He has noticed that Miharu looks often at his own left hand, but there’s nothing there.
Mello balls his fists. He knows well that all he has now is just a red mark and the emptiness behind his eyes, ‘cause he has cried too much.
He lifts his gaze. His voice is low and steady. Miharu feels on his skin the weight of each word.
- I don’t care. Just tell me if you can help me! I have to go back there.
Yukimi looks at those azure eyes. Then he looks at Miharu. He wonders why his cheeks are redder. But it’s a nice view. It’s like the sun shining over the ice.
- Alright then!
Miharu looks at Yukimi. Then at Mello and at the weak smile on his lips. Miharu wants to be happy for him but he can’t.
Yukimi’s hand is firm on his shoulder and Miharu turns.
- We’re going back to Banten then.
Miharu swallows.
- Why, Yukimi?
- Maybe that Thobari can help us right?
Yukimi’s smile is warm. Miharu shyly smiles back.
Mello stands up. Miharu looks at him as he stretches his slim body.
- C’mon! I don’t want to remain here in Japan for long!
- Hey brat! We are helping you here!
Mello is about to snap again but then…then Miharu stands up and looks at him. Mello feels weird, he doesn’t want to scream again in front of that boy. Mello has never been the silent type. But Matt was. Mello bites his lower lip.
- Ugh! Alright sorry.
Yukimi grins and Miharu smiles.
As Yukimi buys the tickets, Mello adjusts his sunglasses over his eyes. He still is afraid of crowded places. He squeezes the silver cross dangling against his chest.
- Are you alright, Mello?
Mello looks at Miharu. His eyes are too big to answer him badly.
- Yeah.
- Mh.
Mello taps with his boot over the floor.
- So…where are we going…Miharu?
Mello is definitely not used to call other people by name.
- We are going to Banten. It’s my city.
Miharu looks at the train approaching. People on the other bench disappear quickly behind the wagons.
Mello looks at the boy. Probably he won’t see him again, he shouldn’t care. But then he looks at Miharu’s little pale hands, and at the red mark on his own palm. It comes naturally to think about what he lost, and then what he may lose doesn’t seem relevant.
- I come from England.
Miharu doesn’t turn, he is afraid that Mello may stop talking.
- I lived in an orphanage. I left when I was fourteen. I lived in LA with my best friend.
Miharu turns. The noise of a train braking on the tracks fills their ears, covers Mello’s voice.
- I…
Mello lifts a hand. Something tells him he must say all of it.
- That night…I was crying for him.
- Mello, you don’t have to…
Mello can’t hold back, not now. He grabs the front of Miharu’s shirt. He feels salty water streaming down his cheeks as he talks.
- He was my best friend, he was my lover, and he…
Mello didn’t imagine he could still have tears left. He curses through his teeth.
Miharu swallows, something tightening around his heart. For an instant he envies Mello because he can remember the person he lost, he knows the reason of his sufferings. But then the tears don’t stop and Miharu just lifts his arms and lets them encircle Mello’s little waist.
Mello feels Miharu’s arms. He doesn’t pull away, he hides his face in the boy’s dark hair. They smell of something like fruit.
Yukimi waits in silence till they break apart. Mello doesn’t look at them.
- So well, what’s the platform?
- Number 5.
Mello begins to walk. Miharu remains at Yukimi’s side. He is afraid, afraid that he has seen too much.
Mello closes his eyes and rests his head against the seat. Miharu sits at his side, and Yukimi in front of them. Mello won’t admit that he feels at ease with them. He looks out of the window.