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Post by Youko on May 7, 2010 15:04:21 GMT -8
Policemen swarmed into the room, guns held high, obvious looks of horror on their faces, despite the fact they all had helmets on. Standing beside the body of their chief was a young looking blond man clad in leather, though his face could not be seen due to a gas mask, and one of the blond man's henchmen.
The sound of gunfire rang out, filling the room with it's deadly sound before all went silent, and that henchman fell to the ground dead.
The blond man, Mello, stood silently, holding up a small bomb as if threatening to blow the place up. It didn't seem as if he had a choice anymore.
When it comes to this...Win or lose...
With a light click, the small bomb was activated.
Mello had only a split second to release the bomb before it went off and he got caught in the blast.
The gas mask had completely melted from his face as he was thrown into the far wall, the building began to come down around him, the flames licking at his leather boots as he stared at them dully. All he could feel was the pain of what he could only guess were burns of his right arm, shoulder, and the right side of his face.
He waited for a little while, almost as if he were waiting for death to swallow him. Though soon, Mello became tired of waiting. He had never been one for patience.
Lifting his unharmed hand, he reached into his pocket. Which much difficulty he fished out his cell phone. It was a surprise that it survived the blast. Panic began to rise slightly as he dialed a number he long since memorized, absently lifting his free hand to clutch the rosary at his neck, only to find it missing.
With a spasm of coughs, he silently prayed that the other would answer as he lifted the device to his ear. Hopefully the number hadn't changed over the long years that they didn't have contact.
Once again he waited.
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Post by Lin on May 7, 2010 15:30:15 GMT -8
The room was dark expect for the faint light that came from the small screen of a PSP. Which illuminated the face of the room's sole occupant, it was amazing he was still conscious- since the smell of rotten food was heavy in the air. Then again, maybe his sense of smell had been dulled by the thick stench of cigarette smoke. Which was spiraling up in to the dark from the lit cancer stick hanging from his lips.
An occasional muttered curse or frustrated growl along with angry smashing of buttons broke the silence now and then. That was until the distinctive tone of his cell phone broke his concentration, causing a string of curses to be emitted as his game came to an abrupt end. Setting the hand-held device down, the brunet- though he was mistaken for a redhead when he went out on rare occasions, fished the source of that annoying jangling from his pocket.
Not even bothering to remove the dangerously dangling cigarette from his lips, the brunet flipped open the device and groused, "What is it?"
Matt hadn't needed to look at the ID to know who it was, there was only one person that had and used his number: Mello. The very person that had dubbed him 'Matt' years ago because he didn't particularly like his actual name, Mail. And quite honestly, he hadn't been rather fond of it himself, but he dealt with it until the blond gave him his new name.
Now, said blond was calling him which meant Mello needed him for something.
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Post by Youko on May 7, 2010 19:25:11 GMT -8
"Matt..." He began, his voice sounding rough and forced as ash and smoke filled his lungs. He couldn't suppress the faint smile that formed on his lips at the sound of the other's voice.
"Come get me." Mello ordered finally, his voice cracking near the last word. The sound of debris falling around him could be heard though the receiver, his next few words lost to static.
Mello coughed into his free hand as his lungs attempted to free themselves of the smoke and ash that threatened to suffocate him. He took a shaky breath trying to even it out a little as he waited for Matt's reply.
His sight was beginning to fail him, though he figured that was because of the smoke that filled the air around him. It was getting harder for him to focus on staying conscious; Matt needed to hurry and reply.
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Post by Lin on May 9, 2010 16:12:38 GMT -8
As soon as the other said his name, the brunet was on his feet with the phone pressed against his ear with one hand. The other being used to stub out his cigarette as he began shoving his feet in his shoes. It was amazing the things still fit, considering how little use they tended to get.
"Where?" Matt drawled lazily, picking up his keys and pack of cigarettes, which were just about gone. He'd have to make a quick stop on the way to get some more. Once he had everything required to be on his person at all times, well, what he considered was required, he sauntered to the door.
Stepping outside and waiting patiently for an answer to his question as he slipped his goggles in to place.
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Post by Youko on May 9, 2010 16:23:46 GMT -8
"I don't know...inside the building." Mello answered in a raspy voice as he closed his eyes against the smoke. He let out a sound that should have been a laugh, but that's not what it sounded like. His hand gripped the phone tight as he continued, "I blew the place up."
There was slight amusement in that voice as he spoke once again, his voice barely audible, "Heh...I think I'm dying Matt..." he said. The line went dead. Mello pulled the phone from his ear as his hand fell to the ground, the light of the phone being the only illumination in the small pocket that he was trapped in.
Consciousness was slipping and he no longer had a grip on himself. He really thought he was going to die right here.
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Post by Lin on May 9, 2010 16:48:03 GMT -8
He didn't say anything in reply to any of Mello's words, merely listened as he closed the distance between himself and his car. Then again, if he had said something then more then likely the blond on the other end would think he was an impostor. But that was highly unlikely, considering not many people had his sort of personality; lazy, aloof, anti-social but loyal to a fault to those that mattered anyway. And Mello definitely mattered, in fact, the blond was ranked number one on that small list of people.
And on the inside as his friend confessed the thought of himself dying, Matt went in to panic mode. Becoming determined to reach the other man before that possibility was possible, after all this was his best friend who was in danger.
The sound of the line going dead reached his ear as he stepped up to his car, in one quick movement he closed the phone and returned it to his pocket. Unlocking and swinging the door open just enough to slid in before slamming it shut again. Hastily putting the keys in the ignition, though, honestly he was still moving rather slow but to those who knew him well it was obvious Matt was in a hurry. As soon as the car roared to life, the brunet slammed his foot on the gas and sped off to retrieve his best friend.
Alley after alley, street after street the video game addict was racing against the clock to reach the other in time. Mello could not die, it wasn't allowed. At least not on his watch would the blond be taken by death. It was NOT allowed.
After a long and frustrating twenty or so minutes, Matt pulled up at the back of the recently destroyed building. Cutting the engine and getting out, taking a brief moment to survey the state of the building he was about to enter, before quickly heading in to find Mello.
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Post by Youko on May 9, 2010 17:11:23 GMT -8
All that could be seen of Mello from outside of that pocket he was trapped in, was his left hand holding the cell phone. It was obvious to anyone that looked that what was left of the place could collapse at any moment. By the time Matt had begun searching for him, the blond was unconscious, his breath coming in unsteady huffs as the ash that surrounded him attempted to suffocate him.
He was a mess, on his right arm going up his shoulder and even up his face was a harsh burn that was black with ash and blood, which also stained his singed bangs. Half of his tank top was burned away and was barely hanging onto his thin battered frame. All along Mello's body, thin cuts made themselves known to any who looked at him.
...It was a wonder he was still alive.
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Post by Lin on May 10, 2010 13:23:01 GMT -8
With his vest zipped all the way up so that the fake fur that made up his collar covered most of his face, Matt trudged through the debris strewn interior of the building. Having to wipe his goggles now and then to clear away the ash that settled upon 'em. It was times like this that he was glad for becoming so fond of wearing goggles, they protected the eyes from just about everything.
As the brunet stepped in to a relatively darker section of the destroyed building, the faint glow of blue light which illuminated a covering of ash caught his eye. Mello... Matt sighed in relieve to have finally found him, but they weren't in the clear just yet. Without wasting another moment the redhead quickened his steps and soon found himself looking at an (hopefully) unconscious blond. He could see the many cuts covering the other's body, but what really made him stare was the ugly burn that covered his whole right arm, shoulder and his face.
Shaking his head and looking up at the alarming sound of loud creaking, and the hollow tumble of stone upon metal. The place was going to collapse at any second and hopefully that came after he'd gotten them both out. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as the continued sounds of shifting rumble assaulted him from every direction, picking up the ash covered cell phone and closing it. Before shoving the device in to his pocket along side his own, then proceeding to wrap an arm around Mello's waist, and with a quite a bit of effort hoist the limp form of his friend up enough to drag him out of the crumbling building. All the while cursing the blond for being so damn stupid and pulling a stunt as insane as this.
With in the next few minutes Matt dragged and manhandled Mello's lifeless body until they reached the outside again. Not stopping until he knew they were clear of the crumbling building, needing to take a small rest and see if he could revive the blond. "Yo Mello," he called firmly but strangely softly as well, giving the other's unharmed cheek a slap to get him to respond.
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Post by Youko on May 10, 2010 17:53:52 GMT -8
That voice.
He knew that voice almost as well as he knew his own, though it was slightly deeper then he remembered it. It penetrated though the darkness of unconsciousness, rousing him enough to open his left eye and glare at the other halfheartedly.
"What the fuck took you so long?" he rasped before leaning against his friend, closing his eye once again drifting into the blackness of unconsciousness. It might not have appeared as so, but Mello had lost quite a bit of that crimson life liquid and it had yet to stop flowing from his wounds.
Mello actually didn't think that Matt would arrive in time, he remembered how lazy the other was when they were children. Though, when it came to him, Matt would run a marathon if Mello wanted him too. So maybe it was such a surprise after all.
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Post by Lin on May 10, 2010 18:21:44 GMT -8
There was no way in hell he could stop himself, it was already too late as it was. The small bubble just continued to grow until he was laughing softly, which was loud for the brunet of little words. That half hearted glare had actually caused him to smile, probably because it was a great relief to know the blond was alive and he hadn't wasted his time on saving the asshole. Shaking his head and inadvertently sending the ash that had settled on his hair to go flying, Matt once again hoisted his friend up better and dragged him to the car a few feet away.
Pulling the back door open and maneuvering the unconscious blond off of himself, and on to the back seat. Being mindful of the nasty burn on Mello's right side in the process, once he managed to get the other in a position that wouldn't make him fall to the floor. Matt shut the door securely before climbing back in to the driver's seat, turning the car back on and taking off down the alley. Heading for the nearest drug store to stock up on bandages and the like, because he was sure what he had already wouldn't be enough. And hell he was in need of a few other items for the apartment. Pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up, he took a long drag from the cancer stick and held the smoke longer than normal before exhaling.
The days to come were going to be long...and stressful.. But thank god Mello was alive.
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Post by Youko on May 11, 2010 14:15:30 GMT -8
It was a few days later when Mello finally awoke enough to have a conversation. He hadn't eaten anything since before the explosion, though Matt was able to get him to drink some water every time he so much as opened his eyes. Each time he'd sputter and nearly choke on the liquid before glaring at the brunet responsible.
He would mutter to himself angrily or begin yelling about how much he hated Kira, or Near. Once he even blamed Matt for what had happened. He was sick though, it was obvious, his skin was too hot and his face was flushed. He was lucky that the other tolerated everything, otherwise he was sure that he'd have been ditched.
Lifting his hand for a moment, he stared at the bandages as if he had never seen himself in bandages before. It was then he noticed that he was laying on a bed, though it wasn't one he's ever slept in before. Deep blue eyes began to wander the room, in search for that one person he knew would be here.
He was alive after all.
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Post by Lin on May 11, 2010 14:36:37 GMT -8
The past few days had been spent cleaning and bandaging the numerous cuts and the huge burn upon Mello's body. Whenever he entered the room and found his friend awake enough to open his eyes, Matt determinedly shoved water down his throat to keep him hydrated. Passively enduring the blond's harsh words when he had the energy to curse Kira and Near, and even the time he himself had been the target of those harsh words. The brunet merely let 'em roll right off of him, after all he knew Mello didn't mean them, especially since he had saved the bastard.
Now, as he pushed himself up from the living room couch once again, cigarette dangling from his lips. The sleeves of his striped shirt rolled up to his elbows, at the moment he wasn't wearing his vest it wasn't needed since he was inside. So, it had been carelessly thrown on to a chair nearby, the fur of his collar was stained with Mello's blood and pretty much ruined because of it. His ever present goggles currently hung around his neck, seeing as there wasn't a need for them inside either.
Walking in to the small kitchen just off the living room, pulling the freezer door open for the hundredth time or so that week. Retrieving another set of trays and setting to work on cracking the ice free before dumping it in to a towel, tying it up before grabbing a glass and filling it more water. Picking up the towel of ice with a weary sigh, Matt headed out of the kitchen and in to his room which Mello had current claim on.
Pausing in the doorway to see if the other was awake, the past few days he'd been able to discern if the blond was awake simply by seeing him move any.
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Post by Youko on May 11, 2010 16:16:46 GMT -8
Oddly calm blue eyes shifted to stare at the brunet standing in the doorway. He took in the other's appearance; he was taller, and definitely older then he was when Mello last set eyes on him. The boy he once knew had become a man, though still remained the same. The blond couldn't be more grateful to see his best friend then he was at that moment. Matt had come to his call once again. That never failed.
Once again the blond turned his gaze to the bandages on his arm. Matt had done this? In that moment of realization, Mello knew that the other cared enough to risk his life in a collapsing building to save him. And then he took care of his wounds.
And now he is standing in the doorway with another glass of water.
Mello smiled slightly, though on him, it looked more like a smirk. "I see you got off of your lazy ass," he began, his voice weak from screaming previously.
"....Thank you."
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Post by Lin on May 11, 2010 19:22:33 GMT -8
"Looks like the fever got worse," he said quietly, his voice holding a teasing note to it as he fully entered the room.
Falling silent once again as he sauntered over to the bed, taking note that the bedding was in a dire need of a change. If Mello was feeling up to moving a bit then he'd be able to change 'em later, though, he highly doubted the blond had the energy. Walking around to the left side where his friend seemed to have the tendency to find his way to even after he'd repeatedly put him in the center of the bed.
Standing at the side of the bed and setting the glass down on the night stand, Matt removed the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Before silently laying his free hand upon the others forehead to gauge his temperature, "Well fuck," he grumbled and lifted his hand, then proceed to lay the towel of ice upon his friend's forehead.
Taking a seat on the edge on the bed after ward, running a hand over his face before picking up the glass again. Turning just enough so he could assist Mello in taking a few drinks of the bland liquid his body required.
"Think you can handle some food?"
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Post by Youko on May 11, 2010 19:55:01 GMT -8
Mello merely sent the man a glare before sighing softly, he didn't have the energy to argue at the moment, the blond barely had enough energy to move his arms. He hated that he had to depend on someone else, hated that he was too weak to do things for himself. Though, he was glad that it was Matt, and not someone else.
Before now, the brunet had seen him at his worst when they were children, now was definitely his worst.
The sudden feeling of Matt's cool hand against his forehead made the blond turn his gaze towards the other, though not quite in surprise. The other moved his hand away only to be replaced by a towel of what felt like ice. Mello shivered lightly before he allowed the brunette to help him take a few drinks of water. Upon hearing the question, Mello smirked slightly.
"Got any chocolate?"
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