Matt really wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd talked with Mello in the bar. It was hard to keep track of time in the mansion (and his DS clock skipping around at random didn't really help), but he'd guess at least a few days. Maybe a week? He normally didn't care so much, but he couldn't help but wonder how much had changed between
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She awoke with a start, her skin slick with sweat, the same gravelly feeling in her throat as if she'd really been screaming, again. At least nobody had been around to hear it, this time. The room seemed to be completely empty. It gave her an odd, disoriented feeling to wake up without Matt or Light there. As if someone had hollowed out her chest.
What had woken her? She sat up in bed, looking around the dimly lit room in confusion. Then, the knock. She blinked, glancing over at the door. Would Mello knock? Probably not, even if it wasn't his room too ( ... )
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And if anyone could tell her whether or not Matt was likely to lose interest, surely another Matt could?
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"But I haven't really talked with him much."
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She was silent for a long while.
"I'm worried Matt and Mello will get sick of me." she admitted, finally, in a small voice. "I mean, they're so...wrapped up in each other. They have all this history, they're practically symbiotic, and you know, they actually hate the me in their world. I'm worried it won't be long before Matt realises he's made some sort of horrible mistake..."
She trailed off, weakly. She hadn't really meant to tell anyone about that, at all, but it had been weighing heavy on her mind ever since she and Matt had first had a conversation about Mello.
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And he hoped that a version of him wouldn't up and get tired of someone who depended on him.
"...I can't tell you what you want to hear. But I can't tell you what you don't want to hear either. I don't know either of them well enough. But if it lasted more than a night, I doubt he'll decide he made a mistake because of the version of you from his old world.
"I know I wouldn't, at least."
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She half smiled, nodding more to herself than to him.
"I guess I just have to wait it out." she murmured, "I'm not used to this. With Light I...I knew that even if it wasn't real, we'd at least always have the lie. He wasn't going to leave me. Not entirely, anyway."
She looked up at Matt.
"Sometimes I wish I'd never come here. I think things were easier when I didn't have to think about them."
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He smiled at her. "I hope it works out well. If you need anything...I have a room on the eighth floor...Heh. If you think Mello needs some sense beaten into him and Matt won't do it, I'll try."
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"Thanks. I do appreciate it. And...I'm sorry, for kind of assuming you were a jerk. It was nice of you to come and make sure I was alright."
She slipped off the bed, walking over to him.
"You should tell me, sometime. About why you know how it feels to need a leader."
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Matt canted his head a bit. "...Because I need one myself. Back home I have one."
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"...it...tells you what to do, kind of?" she asked, hoping she had the right idea. It seemed strange to her, but also, in some odd way, rather appealing. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she missed the structure. There was a beautiful simplicity in instruction, in carrying out orders. A blessed relief from the whirling chaos of independence.
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He'd read a book on something similar once, but Matt didn't like to admit things were really the same as its diagnosis.
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"It is." she agreed, simply. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it." she thought of the nightmares, of the blood on her hands "...but I don't really know how to get it back and still be happy." I also don't know how to be happy without it.
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That wasn't entirely true. He'd beg, like he had before. But his master was a lot different than Light; a lot changed when you were looking to what seemed to be a higher power and another person.
"I used to be happy, though. Before it all changed. Maybe you can do it the other way around. Or maybe he'll be willing to give you some structure. I don't know." He didn't know a lot of things.
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She let a silence lapse between them for a few moments.
"...maybe we could order each other around, sometime?" she grinned, amused by her own suggestion, and surprised to find she wasn't entirely joking.
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