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Post by Lin on May 11, 2010 20:28:42 GMT -8
He should have known better than to ask such a question, especially since he knew how the other was when it came to food. Or rather the lack there of, since the blond was pretty much a walking stick- despite how much chocolate he must have consumed over the years.
Setting the half empty glass aside once more, Matt merely frowned at the blond in response to his question. "Rot your teeth when you're back on your feet, asshole. Until then you're going to eat real food since I'm taking care of your ass."
Even though he sounded annoyed and maybe even a little pissed at the blond, the brunet was actually in a rather good mood. His best friend was alive, despite being bed-ridden at the given time, forcing him to sleep on the couch while he recovered. But that was a minor price to pay compared to the possibility of losing the asshole of a blond he dubbed his best friend.
Pushing himself up on to his feet once more, Matt stuffed his hands in to his pockets and sighed. Simply standing at the side of the bed for a long moment then sauntering out of the bedroom, deciding to rummage around in the kitchen for something easy for Mello to eat.
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Post by Youko on May 11, 2010 21:20:46 GMT -8
Mello almost laughed at the other's answer, he knew that it was coming. Matt had always seemed worried about his health, even if he wouldn't admit it.
His stomach chose that moment to make itself known, growling angrily as it hadn't had anything in it other then water for a few days. Blue eyes narrowed slightly as he glared down at where he knew his stomach was under those warm fluffy blankets.
Finally, Mello's gaze fell upon that bandaged arm, he couldn't quite remember why lie under them, but he was too weak to just pull them off and find out.
He decided that he would ask Matt when he returned with something to eat. Mello knew that even if he didn't want to eat, the brunet would pretty much force him, even if he had to feed him himself.
How long had it really been since he left the orphanage? Since he told Matt not to follow him this time? It seemed like forever ago.
Closing his eyes once again, he allowed himself to drift off as he was waiting for the other to return. He had to think of a way to defeat Near and to capture Kira. This also meant that he probably had to talk to Near face to face. The blond hated the idea.
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Post by Lin on May 12, 2010 21:01:40 GMT -8
Matt stood silently in front of the open refrigerator, one arm resting on top of the door as he hunched over to examine it's contents. My like the rest of the cupboards in the kitchen there was very little inside the refrigerator, left over pizza, Chinese and other miscellaneous foods covered the shelves. And the very bottom of the fridge was filled with bottles of soda, water and tea, it was obvious the brunet had primarily a liquid diet. Heaving a sigh he decided on pizza, at least he knew that it was still good unlike the left over Chinese which had the tendency to go bad fast.
Pulling the half filled box of pizza out and shutting the door, Matt took a moment to think about his current situation. Mello was back in his life but for how long was unknown like usual, and god only knew what the blond was scheming even while being bed-ridden.
At least now things will be interesting... He decided as he retrieved a plate from a cupboard, setting it and the pizza on the counter while he set the microwave. Opening the box and pulling out four slices and putting on the plate before closing it again, he'd be lucky to get one slice in to the blond but he found his own stomach was demanding to be fed as well. So might as well take care of two birds with one stone so to speak.
Shoving the plate in to the microwave to heat up the cold pizza, Matt sighed and pulled out his cigarettes to light up. Only to find that he was out, which meant no nicotine until he had a chance to get more. Great.
And this all started... With a chance meeting at Wammy's House.. that was ages ago... Mello.. You'll be the death of me..
Before he could delve deeper in to his memories, the loud ding of the microwave broke in to his thoughts. Pushing himself off of the counter and turning around, Matt silently retrieved the plate of pizza and started towards the room again.
Mello was going to eat even if he had to force it down his throat.
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Post by Youko on May 12, 2010 21:33:35 GMT -8
Being too weak to move properly was definitely starting to irritate the blond. Relying on someone else to take care of him was not something he enjoyed doing, but he supposed it wasn't that bad if it was Matt that was doing so. It used to happen every now and then at Wammy house, he would get sick, and Matt would insist on taking care of him. It appeared as if that didn't change.
Mello couldn't help but think that the brunette should be angry with him for just leaving him behind like that, but it didn't look like he was. Then again, that might be because he's vulnerable. Oh how he hated that word to describe him. Almost as much as he hated being mistaken as a woman.
But Mello did look vulnerable, fragile even. His thin form resting underneath fluffy blankets that seemed like they could swallow him if he so much as moved wrong. His blond locks, looking almost golden in the lighting, fanning out on the pillow away from his face.
Eyes closed as he thought about what he was going to do next, now that he was actually still alive. He had noticed a little after he woke up that Matt had removed the constricting leather from his body, for which he was sort of glad.
The blond man didn't even open his eyes when he heard Matt enter the room once again, the scent of pizza filling the air, mixing with the smell of stale smoke and the scent that he knew as Matt's.
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Post by Lin on May 12, 2010 22:11:18 GMT -8
Buried deep in the brunette's heart and mind was his pain and anger towards the blond currently in his care. Towards the one man he'd put his unwavering trust in when they were child, which hadn't changed over the years even though there'd been no contact between them until now. When Mello had first left Wammy house and just left him behind, for a long time he hadn't wanted to believe that the blond had abandoned him.
But as the days had passed and still no sign of his best friend, Matt realized that that had been exactly what happened. Mello had abandoned him just like that. The realization had crushed him almost completely, even though he hadn't really shown his pain on the outside, Matt had been screaming in anguish on the inside. He'd been left alone by the one person he'd hoped cared for him as much as he did for them. But apparently that hadn't been the case... at least that's what he used to think.
Now, he just wasn't sure how to view the blond or their relationship, even though it appeared that they were still best friends. The keyword being appeared. But for now he pushed those conflicting emotions and thoughts in to the recesses of his mind and heart, it just wasn't the time to bring up such topics. Walking over to the bed once again, silently taking a seat on the edge of it while he set the plate on the night stand before turning to Mello.
Matt didn't say a word or make a sound, just sat there staring at the blond bandaged pretty much from head to toe. It would be so easy for him to cause the other pain or even kill him as revenge for his own pain..but he didn't. Deep down he knew no matter what Mello did to him.. He'd never be able to hurt his best friend purposely.
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Post by Youko on May 12, 2010 22:42:29 GMT -8
Mello remained silent for a long while, just letting the other stare at him. When it would normally get unnerving for someone to stare at him, this time he found that he didn't mind too much. Soon he would have to say something though, because the silence was beginning to bother him.
Finally, he opened his eyes and turned his heated gaze towards Matt, as if daring the other to say anything to make the blond seem weak. Glancing over to the pizza, he made a face, it would be a wonder if he could eat that.
"Matt," he began softly, his voice still raspy "what's under the bandages?" he asked glancing to his bandaged arm back to the brunette, an almost panicked look in his gaze.
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Post by Lin on May 12, 2010 23:24:39 GMT -8
Silence.
He had long ago become accustomed to it, after all it had been his sole companion over the years after he left Wammy house. But then it was broken by the other male, even though he had simply opened his eyes, that simple action spoke volumes to the brunet. As he remained in place and continued to watch, his gaze soon met with that of Mello's heated one.
Apparently even now he couldn't stand being stared at for any length of time. Typical.. Seeing the unspoken challenge in deep blue eyes, Matt couldn't help but smile slightly. Mello hadn't changed that much from their time at the orphanage.
The brunet remained silent as he watched the blond glance over at the reheated pizza that would soon become his nourishment. That is after he shows the blond what lies beneath the bandages on his right arm. Without a word the brunet reached out and picked up Mello's arm carefully, holding it up with one hand and positioning the other in preparation to remove the bandages. Glancing back at the other before easily tearing the gauzy material away to reveal a slowly healing burn that ran the length of his arm to his shoulder.
"It's going to scar."
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Post by Youko on May 13, 2010 22:56:41 GMT -8
Mello stared at the disfigured skin of his arm, his gaze unreadable. It was well known that Mello took a lot of pride in his looks and it was obvious to any that knew him that he was not happy about the prospect of there being an ugly burn scar somewhere on his skin.
"Oh..." he replied softly before turning his gaze back to the brunet, though it didn't remain there long as deep blue eyes shifted to stare at the ceiling of the room.
The blond would never admit it, but the feeling of Matt's cool touch was somewhat comforting. It always had been.
Even if Mello was never one for affection, he would always bunch his hand lightly over the other's arm, or allow their knees to touch. To the blond, full out affection was weakness, and no matter how much he wanted to show Matt he did care. He would never act on it.
"Was pizza all you could find?" Mello asked, breaking the silence once again.
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Post by Lin on May 14, 2010 15:19:01 GMT -8
Every word was greedily swallowed up by the brunette. Because it came from a voice he hadn't heard in years, a voice that had comforted him on countless occasions when they were small. And he'd been starving for it for so long, that it seemed surreal now that he could hear it on a more regular basis. But while he listened closely to his friend, the brunette also watched him closely as well.
The way Mello was looking at his disfigured arm showed that he was not happy to know it would forever be a part of his appearance. Then again if he wasn't upset about it then Matt would be greatly concerned for his friend's mental state- and yes, he was aware that it was already rather questionable.
Setting Mello's arm down gently upon the blankets once more, making a note to redo the bandages later. He decided to ignore the question directed at him for the time being, silently sliding his hand under the blanket and resting it upon an area of the blond's stomach that was bandage free. Before closing his eyes and leaning down, simply resting his forehead against Mello's unharmed shoulder in silence.
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Post by Youko on May 14, 2010 15:33:26 GMT -8
The blond shivered lightly as the other placed his hand onto his obviously unharmed stomach, the slight chill of Matt's skin causing his body to jerk slightly, though not away from the gentle gesture.
Mello was slightly surprised at the sudden action, but at the same time he expected it. He suspected that Matt was making sure he was actually still alive, or actually real. After a moment, the blond decided to give in just this once.
Hesitating slightly, he rested his head lightly on Matt's in a comforting gesture. A moment later, he spoke softly in almost a whisper "I never forgot you Matt, not once." he closed his eyes and took in the gentle scent of the other.
He could only admit to himself how much he actually missed the brunette.
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Post by Lin on May 15, 2010 8:17:32 GMT -8
Matt felt the blond jerk beneath him and for a moment he had the feeling that Mello was going to pull away somehow. But that thought quickly diminished when the other simply remained in place, probably having expected something of this sort to happen eventually. And he was certain Mello suspected his reason for such an action; the need to know the blond was real and not a figment of his imagination.
And then it was his turn to be surprised, no, stunned by the blond. Even though it was rather small and seemingly insignificant an action, but the slight shift of Mello's head to rest against his own was a big deal. It meant the ever stubborn asshole had given in to showing a form of affection no matter how little it was. Then in the next moment his best friend took him by surprise once more with admitting he'd actually missed him, though it hadn't been said out right but it was there for him to gather on his own.
With a small smile on his face, Matt lifted his head and replied, "You're still the asshole I knew back at Wammy's." It was his own way of saying that he'd missed him and obviously hadn't forgotten about him. For a moment longer the brunette continued to smile at the blond before finally sitting up again, his smile fading away as he reached over and picked up a slice of lukewarm pizza and took a bite. "I would have heated up the mushu pork I had left over but it's hard to trust left over Chinese... even if it's only a day old."
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Post by Youko on Jun 2, 2010 22:29:30 GMT -8
Mello gave the other a quick wild grin before it faded to his normal fixed expression. Only Matt knew that side of him. The side that wasn't always angry and hateful, but even so, he rarely showed it to even the brunette as they grew older. His deep blue gaze followed the other as he reached for a piece of pizza and took a bite. After a moment he allowed himself to smile again "Just what we need, illness." Mello said jokingly, though he was obviously serious at the same time. He wouldn't be able to deal with being bedridden longer then he was already going to be.
After just watching the brunette for a little while, he decided that he would give eating the pizza a shot. Slowly he began to try forcing himself to sit up, only to accidentally press on the burn on the back of his shoulder, the pain shot down his spine almost seeming to burn him again, with a wince he fell back onto the bed, "Fuck..." he growled in annoyance. Well, sitting up was out of the question for a little while.
It was pitiful. Pathetic. He wasn't even out that long, at least that's what he thought, and he was already too damn weak. Taking a deep breath he turned to Matt once again, if he couldn't even sit up, he wasn't going to eat. That's just how he was.
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Post by Lin on Jul 22, 2010 15:19:01 GMT -8
Matt had become used to Mello gradually hiding that more gentle side from him and the rest of the world. Because it was simply the way the blond dealt with his emotions and the world around him, even if the majority of those around him didn't know he was capable of being kind. Matt knew and held those precious memories close to his heart, in his mind when he looked at Mello now he could see that young boy named Mihael. After a few moments he nodded in agreement to the other's lightly joking statement, they honestly didn't need more sickness on their hands. It was bad enough dealing with bedridden and grumpy Mello, he didn't want it to be worse!
Taking another bite of the slice of pizza in hand, watching the semi-warm cheese stretch a little before breaking. While keeping an eye on the blond beside him, observing silently as Mello attempted to sit up on his own only to fall right back down after applying pressure to his injured shoulder. Shaking his head and swallowing his current bite, Matt shifted closer and presented his partially eaten slice to blond. Looking at his friend sternly as he silently ordered him to eat, otherwise he'd have to shove down his throat.
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Post by Youko on Jul 23, 2010 11:52:35 GMT -8
Mello watched the brunette take another bite out of the slice in hand. It had been so long that even watching the other eat was something he enjoyed, no matter how odd that seemed. When Matt shifted closer and held that partially eaten slice before him, blue eyes widened slightly in surprise as he stared at the piece. Glancing up at the other he decided to swallow his pride and just take the offered food. Lifting his uninjured hand, despite how much it shook, he took a hold of the piece before lifting his head slightly to take a bite.
The blond found that it was much easier to just allow Matt to hold the piece for him, then to try taking it himself. He knew his own limits at this point and he would just end up making a mess and wasting food if he tried himself.
It was an odd feeling, almost like they were still kids living at Wammy's. He had to admit that he was never going to leave Matt like he had before. Mello knew that the man before him was the only one who would ever care about him enough to take him in and nurse him back to health.
He swallowed calmly before lifting his head again to take another bite.
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Post by Lin on Jul 23, 2010 19:30:50 GMT -8
Matt couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sight of Mello eating from the same slice he had moments ago. It was just too much like when they were children back at Wammy's, though it hadn't happened that often, they did occasionally share food. For a few minutes longer he watched the blond eat, as odd as it sounded he was glad to see him eating. While he wouldn't admit it out right, the brunette had been concerned about his friend's health, especially with the lack of nutrition that was apparent by looking at him.
Damn chocolate bars.
As he continued to hold the partially eaten slice for Mello, Matt reached over and grabbed himself another. Frowning for a moment as he realized it had gone cold again, but he decided to eat it anyway. There really wasn't any point in going to reheat it again, since it would probably end up cold once more because of something else.
Pausing a moment before taking a bite and looking over at the blond, Matt thought for a second and stated, "I'm going to be sleeping in here from now on, Mello." And with that said the brunette proceeded to eat.
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