[RL with Mello]
All the controversy (if you could call it that) was making him all the more anxious.
Minato was kind enough to give him a hop, and not before long, Matt was back in New York. One of the 'home sweet home's. He glanced down at the sheet of the paper which held Mello's address, lifted his goggles and squinted.
It was strange-- a little too surreal. He ( Read more... )
Minato was kind enough to give him a hop, and not before long, Matt was back in New York. One of the 'home sweet home's. He glanced down at the sheet of the paper which held Mello's address, lifted his goggles and squinted.
It was strange-- a little too surreal. He ( Read more... )
"World Hopping", they'd called it. Just like that; to transfer matter through time and space.
...Why hadn't he figured that out?
⎯It was a quandary for another time.
He stood for a moment, resting his hand against the deadbolt.
His mind was swimming with unanswered questions. It... was "Matt" on the other side, right?
With uncharacteristic caution, he cracked the door, stepping back and aside to dodge the flurries.
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As classless as ever.
But to hell with that, it was cold- and this was Mello.
"Long time no see, bro." It was awkward, but if he played it cool, it would come true. "This, is why I didn't take a plane."
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"I'm glad you're safe."
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"Yeah you too. Not a scratch on ya. So, you missed me?"
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("Sure. No thanks to your 'friends'...")
He gestured towards the cigarette.
"Right. Missed that plenty."
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He was one step away from putting his cigarette out on his hand-- to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
No consideration. Cigarette smoke through the 'golden locks'. "Problem?"
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With a sigh, he swatted the curious fingers.
"Pretty brave of you, Matt... You always talk to ghosts like this?"
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He scowled- which was really more like frowning. "I think it was you who always told me not to fear that shit, right?"
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"Right. ...I remember."
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"So, I've been thinking- trying to figure out where all of this went wrong. You know, in the time-space-whatever. "I'm" not hiding somewhere else am I?" He didn't believe it, but he wanted to hear it from him. "What I mean is.. you haven't heard from me in a long time right? Like say oh.... almost a year and 2 months?"
In his mind he was pleading for this to be true. Hell, even "one year two weeks" would work for him right now.
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Mello shook his head. He was anxious now, searching his vest for the outline of chocolate.
No, Matt hadn't changed. Same habits... Same blue eyes...
Same pouting, pitiful, 'don't-let-me-down' expression.
"It's been... 4 years."
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"Okay, so it's true then. I guess I should apologize for not sending all those christmas cards." things seemed warped. The community had dragged his ass through so much, he couldn't really remember how far apart they were now. He had been through so many worlds and years without aging, and even escaped his own death-- and Mello's too. But if it's true what Azula said, all those that are supposed to die will anyway.
"Hey, you wanna come back to England with me?" a quick get-to in the conversation. Same awkward, strange Matt for sure. He couldn't tell him, "I don't want you to die again, don't leave again." But it was going through his head even while he talked out loud.
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In an instant, the thoughtful, tranquil Mello was gone.
"Are you out of your mind!? Don't you know what I came here to do?"
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"Yeah, I know." he sounded so casual. As if Mello asked him if he knew fish swam in the water. "So is that yes? Because it sounded like a yes." He was already up, and looking through Mello's things-- for a suitcase, of course.
"You need a vacation. And your birthday is coming up in a day, and not to mention I promised some friends I'd be at a party;" and without even a five second pause or break in his search through Mello's things he added, "Yeah, I know. A party. Ridiculous, right? Friends..."
He gave up, and started to grab various items into his arms. "Whelp, come on. Off we go! Don't worry. We can get you more chocolate where we're going. And leather, if you're still into that sort of thing."
If Mello said 'No.' then, he'd have to try even harder. He wasn't letting him stay here.
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For a full 30 seconds, he stood there and watched, owl-eyed, and mouth agape.
Was Matt... not at all concerned with Kira?
Didn't he know how important this was?
He grabbed for a jacket as Matt bustled by.
"What⎯ What the hell do you think you're doing!
You can't just pack me up!"
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"No. I'm not- because I know someone else will take care of it. And heaven forbid that it's Near. I'm saving your life. So I'm tired of your bitching, and for once you're going to take a hint from my book. We're going to grab your shit- or none of it, if you rather, and come back for it later."
It was hard to tell what his eyes were trying to get across, but he looked straight at him anyway.
"It's your call. I'm not going to beg." It was a lie. If Mello did say no, he would beg and put on the works, but Mello didn't know that-- maybe. "If you dont want to, I'll go back to England, and pretend this never happened. You can be on your own- without my insider help. Either way, you better give up."
Not quite a spine grown, but it looked that way, at least.
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