I wrote a few drabbles based off whatever came out on my iPod. Har har. All of them are Matt x Mello.
Yellow Moon – Akeboshi
No one answered the phone. Mello cursed. How dare Matt not answer his phone? What was the whole point in buying one if he was just going to ignore his calls? The blond hung up and waited.
Mello turned around to face a familiar redhead. “What took you so damn long?!”
The hacker smiled. “Here. It’s a birthday gift.”
Matt handed a box to the blond who took it grudgingly. He swore he wasn’t not going to forgive the redhead just because he got him present.
“What is it?”
“Just open it.”
Mello untied the ribbon and ripped off the wrappings. He was expecting chocolate … but what he found was something else.
“Like it?” Matt asked with a smile.
It was a snow globe.
“… You could’ve just gotten me some chocolate.”
Innocent Days – Hitomi
Matt ran as fast as he could.
“Damnit Mello! You better be alive.”
The hacker ran over to Mello’s limb body. He was still breathing. Matt sighed, relieved. But it was no time to be relaxing, Mello could die any second now in his condition. Matt took the blond in his arms.
“Shut up. I’m getting you out of here.”
Mello snickered weakly. “It’s like those days are back again.”
“What days?” Matt asked, frustrated Mello wasn’t listening to him.
“At whammy’s … you would always follow me everywhere.”
Mello was right. Only, there was one thing different with then and now.
They both knew.
Those peaceful days would never return.
Apology – Alesana
Mello’s hands gripped the wheel tighter. He bit his lip to stop himself from shouting angrily. He knew, there was a chance that Matt would die. Hell, the blond himself was bound to die any second now too. Still, he wanted to apologize.
“I’m sorry, Matt.”
He breathe in heavily. Matt didn’t have to get involved. He didn’t have to follow him. But the redhead did anyway. Why? Why did he?
“I guess … I’m going to have ask him later.” He muttered quietly himself.
The blond felt a thump in his heart.
Imperfection – Skillet
Mello never understood his own worth. He thought he did. But in truth, he didn’t know a thing. Matt, on the hand, knew. Mello wasn’t in second place. To the redhead at least, Mello was number one. Near meant nothing. Mello was everything.
But how could he get the blond to understand that?
“You don’t have to come tomorrow …”
Matt shook his head. “I’m coming, definitely.”
“You know … if we don’t this … Near will never be able to win against Kira.”
Mello raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Matt smiled and landed his lips on the blonds.
“You’re the reason that Kira’s going to lose.”
Gawds do I miss writing Death Note drabbles.