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Post by Lin on Oct 23, 2010 7:18:15 GMT -8
"..'til death.." the brunette murmured, taking time to savor the lingering taste of the other on his lips. Picking apart exactly what it was that he tasted, chocolate, pizza and an odd tang that was pleasant and purely Mello. Laughing softly to himself he realized how silly it would be to say that he was able to taste the blond's rebellious nature but for some reason that's what it seemed to be. There had been times when they were younger that Matt had wished to try and blur the line between them as simply friends. But back then he'd been too afraid to make such a move out of fear of losing the blond completely. Yet now he wondered if he should have tried to do so.
Feeling Mello's arm beneath his neck made the brunette smile contently, lifting a hand and resting it upon the blond's closest hip. Turning his head a bit to gaze silently upon his best friend, the one person he had always[i/] been loyal to even when they were separated. "You taste like rebellion and chocolate.."
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Post by Youko on Oct 23, 2010 19:32:26 GMT -8
The blond smiled softly and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them once again, gazing at the ceiling as he simply felt Matt beside him "...'til death." He agreed with a light nod. All that Mello wanted was for this moment to last forever. But...he knew that it would end soon and that there probably wont be many moments after this. It saddened him to realize that he couldn't run away from the Kira case, that he couldn't just give up and let Near win alone. The emotionless bastard would need the information that Mello had at this very moment. Shaking his head slightly to rid his mind of those thoughts, he turned his head slightly so that he could see Matt lying next to him.
At the contact, the small smile returned, but not before he started laughing "Rebellion and chocolate?" he repeated in obvious amusement "The chocolate I understand, but you can taste the rebellion?" Mello fell silent for a moment before smirking once again "Well, you taste like smoke and innocence" he replied before pulling the other closer to kiss him on the cheek.
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Post by Lin on Oct 23, 2010 20:05:30 GMT -8
"..Sounds about right," he mumbled in answer to the blond's description of what he himself tasted it like. While he honestly didn't like to admit to being innocent, the brunette knew that it was true deep down but he'd only ever admit to it to Mello. After all the blond was the main reason he had remained 'innocent' over the years. But of course he wasn't oblivious to the world around him, he was quite aware of what was currently taking place. And as odd as it would seem, Matt had a strong feeling his Mello was involved it. As said blond pulled him closer and kissed his cheek, Matt lightly gripped his hip before promising, "I'll get you a chocolate bar tomorrow."
Letting go a moment later and sitting up silently, Matt reached over and picked up his cigarettes. Deftly going through the motions of taking one out and lighting it, before taking a long drag and holding the in the smoke for a few extra moments then exhaling. After a second longer of just sitting there, the brunette climbed out of bed with his cigarette between his lips.
Without a word or a glance back at the blond he disappeared through a second door way after opening the door. The sound of water running could be heard clearly a few moments later, coupled with cabinets opening then closing. Five or so minutes passed before Matt reappeared, taking the cigarette from his lips to speak, "Get up and come take a bath."
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Post by Youko on Nov 2, 2010 21:50:51 GMT -8
A small smile formed on his lips as the brunette admitted that he was innocent. Mello knew that it would only be him hearing those words. The small smile turned into a wide grin at the mention of the other actually going out to buy, or steal, some chocolate for him. Knowing Matt, it probably wouldn't only be just one chocolate bar, but maybe that changed and the brunette could actually control himself when it came to getting Mello something.
Blue eyes turned to watch as Matt placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, his gaze shifted to the brunette's chest as he inhaled causing it to rise. Proving to Mello that Matt was still quite alive. The blond forced himself to sit up, rolling onto his uninjured side and pushing himself up using both hands. As his friend stood, Mello watched as he disappeared into another room. Before he realized what he was doing he swung his legs over the edge. It was obvious that he intended to follow the brunette to where he went.
That wasn't needed however, for with the sound of running water, he knew where Matt had gone. Mello found that he couldn't agree more. Upon seeing the brunette once again, he nodded slightly. Almost as if testing the floor, he stood cautiously, keeping his hands where he could grab the bed or the dresser if he fell. Finding that he had his footing and hoping that he wasn't so weak anymore that he couldn't walk, he began the short trek towards Matt, stumbling every now and then. It was quite obvious that he didn't care if Matt saw him naked, then again, he almost seemed to enjoy it.
Mello was somewhat glad that he had recovered some strength while he had talked to Matt for that short amount of time. Or was it short? The blond's sense of time was probably way off now. Not that it mattered much.
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Post by Lin on Nov 5, 2010 16:31:55 GMT -8
Silence filled the room as Matt watched the blond make his way towards him. It was a beautiful sight to behold and the brunette was determined to etch it in to his memory, something like this would be hard to forget. And not for the obvious reason, it would be hard for him to forget simply because the sight of Mello walking was something he hadn't witnessed in years. And yet despite all the minor stumbles here and there, the blond still managed to retain some form of grace. Even though the slightly older and taller male was injured and still recovering, Matt was able to see that stubborn pride his friend had always had. Mello was not someone to be taken down so easily, at least not in the mental sense due to his stead-fast stubborn nature and the brunette was thankful for it.
As he waited silently with his eyes glued to the gorgeous blond, Matt slowly finished his cigarette. Drawing the last drag and holding smoke a second before exhaling, stubbing out the cherry against the door frame and tossing it in to the trash behind him. Trying to mentally prepare himself for the blond's soon to come rage upon discovering the burn on his face. Mello was a vain man and already his pride had been damaged knowing his arm and shoulder would be forever disfigured by the nasty burn. But the biggest blow was still to come and soon it seemed.
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Post by Youko on Nov 5, 2010 20:35:52 GMT -8
It took longer then it would have if Mello was at his full strength, but not as long as it should have considering how weak he was just an hour before. The blond was determined to recover quickly, he hated being weak, not that he minded Matt taking care of him. It just wasn't Mello to be this weak.
Calmly, he placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder, trying his hardest not to just lean on the other so that he could catch his breath. After a moment he turned his gaze to the bathroom that resided just behind his friend. With one surprisingly quick movement he leaned over and kissed the other on the cheek before walking past him with a smirk on his lips. He enjoyed surprising the brunette with little shows of affection, considering that he rarely showed it.
Though soon the smirk faded into an angry scowl as his eyes widened in horror at the sight before him. Gazing back at him with the same expression, was his scarred reflection. The skin on the left side of his face was an angry red color with what looked like charred skin. It slipped over his cheek and down his neck, warping the once delicate skin with horrible burns. The blond lifted his left hand to almost touch the burns before he noticed that his arm too sustained the same horrible scarring. He knew about his arm and shoulder... but his face...
Without any hesitation, Mello cried out in what sounded like a mix of anger and anguish as he plunged his right fist into the distorted reflection. The sound of flesh shattering glass filled the once quiet bathroom. Mello watched as the pieces of glass fell from the frame that once held them, though not without suffering damage to himself. Small splinters of glass stuck out of the now bleeding flesh of the blond's hand. Blood dripped onto the floor as he slipped to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself, eyes still wide in horror and filling with unwanted tears.
He was hideous now. He didn't know how Matt could treat him the same as he always had, not with how he looked now.
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