niteo_logs | Why Run

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Why Run

Characters: OU Mail 'Matt' Jeevas

red_hot_stripe | AU Mihael 'Mello' Keehl

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When: Feburary 4th
Where: Around town and then Matt's apartment
Rating: Teen for language then maybe higher depending on how much anger is involved
Summary: Matt caves and goes out to go find Mello and bring him home, even if he'd rather leave him outside to freeze

More snow had fallen since Matt had "found" his apartment. Well, more like it had been forced on him in a strange way that all the doors had been locked for him except that one. The same had happened for everyone else. Creepy fucking place.

Limping his way down the five flights of stairs of the building, the gamer let out a sigh. Why was he going to find Mello? Why was he putting himself through this? The way the blond had been talking like he didn't know what he had done, and the tone of his voice was just odd. Maybe that was the reason why Matt was doing this to himself. Something was off about Mello and that sad little plea for help didn't help matters.

Cold wind whipped around the slender body, causing striped arms to bundle up around the vested torso. Fuck he needed to go find some better supplies. That one recon run Sasuke had made across the river hadn't supplied much but there was more around then there had been before. Matt trudged his way through the snow, looking at various points around himself to located the few marks the blond had given him and the track that his PCD had plotted out before the gamer hung up on his old friend.

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Mello leaned against the wall, arms wrapped around himself to keep as warm as he could, though his gun was still in his hand and tucked close, out of sight but ready. His breaths fogged in the freezing air as he looked up and down the street every once in a while, listening for footsteps. Fuck, it was cold. And after more than a year of living in Los Angeles, snow wasn't all that welcome.

But the cold seemed the least of his problems, and Mello stared down the street with a hard set to his jaw, tense despite the way he appeared to be leaning casually against one of the dilapidated buildings. He still didn't know where he was or who had brought him here. And Matt... the strange way he was acting was really bothering him. Matt had been angry with him plenty of times before, but this seemed different, and completely unwarranted. Last he'd seen his friend, they'd had a mostly pleasant dinner, Matt had beaten some new game, and they'd gone to bed on normal terms, to his knowledge. Now, his words made no sense. None of this made any sense. The pieces didn't fit, didn't even have a place to fit into. And who the fuck was this 'friend' of Matt's anyway? Mello was still suspicious of him.

Glaring into nothing, Mello shivered and cursed softly, pressing himself against the wall to keep out of the wind as much as he could.

It was hard not to spot the shock of golden blond hair and black leather against the snowy backdrop. A tug in his chest tried to convince Matt to hurry his pace up but head won out in the end and the gamer actually slowed his pace, his leg hurting more and more with every step. Matt stopped along side of the blond, large sunglasses covering green eyes instead of the usual orange goggles, broken in the redhead's arrival.

As he stood there, a gloved hand reached into the vest pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, a single stick being removed as well as a lighter which was hidden in the pack. He would wait. There was no reason for him to speak up first. After all, it was Mello's fault the redhead had to come out here so why should he bother to open his mouth. Well, save for taking a drag of his cigarette.

Sharp blue eyes swiveled around to the source of footsteps soon enough, coming toward him from down the street, and he pushed himself off the wall to stand straighter as if the cold wasn't getting to him. There was a moment, a quick blink when he wasn't certain for a second, and then Mello's eyes narrowed as he watched Matt near. He was definitely limping, and pretty heavily too.

Mello took a few steps forward to meet him, trying to meet the redhead's eyes behind the large glasses, and taking off his own to slip them into his jacket pocket. The gun remained loosely in one hand, though he didn't even think about it. He focused solely on Matt, eyes scanning his body for more injuries and frowning slightly.

"Matt, if you're hurt, you should have just told me where you were and I'd have found you," he pointed out strictly.

There was something about this Mello that was different. His scar was off, it didn't look right. It looked older and smoother as if it had been on the blond longer than a few weeks. Matt made no move to remove his glasses even when the blond took off his, the snow making it far too bright for any of that, let alone he had no desire to make eye contact with Mello.

"So nice of you to care now." Turning away from the leather clad male, the gamer started to make his way back to the apartment building. He had no desire to open up to the other about anything. Not now and certainly not anytime soon.

Mello's frown deepend when the redhead simply turned away, those bitter words striking with a sting that Mello felt was deeply undeserved.

"Now?" he demanded, catching up with him in a moment while he started to walk. One gloved hand reached out suddenly, grabbing Matt by the shoulder. "Hey, look at me, dammit. What the hell are you so pissy about, huh? And what happened to your leg?"

"Don't fucking touch me." Matt shrugged his shoulder before slapping the hand from his shoulder as he turned just enough to face the blond. "It's called being in a bombing and having a building fall on you. Something you are familiar with or is that just explosions?"

The cigarette burned down to the butt, the redhead flicked the remainder to the ground, listening to the faint sizzle of it going out in the snow. Matt continued on his walk, wishing he could have another of his precious toxic sticks, but he had two packs and that was including the one pack he had on him. No chain smoking anymore.

Mello growled softly when Matt slapped his hand away, not entirely surprised but still displeased.

Wait. A bombing, and building collapsed on him?

"What?" he stared at Matt a moment, having to stride after him quickly to catch up again. "What bombing? How long have you been here?" Mello wasn't sure suddenly how long he'd been out, and that coupled with the questions of where this was and who'd brought them here really didn't set well with him at all.

He walked beside Matt, peering demandingly into his face and looming close. "What happened, Matt?"

"I've been here since January thirty-first." That look Mello was giving him was getting to him and Matt had only his glasses to keep himself hidden from the searching gaze. The blond seemed far too interested and invested in the gamer currently and it was creeping him out.

"I don't fucking know. Just shut up and walk or I'll leave you out here." Matt pulled his PCD from his back pocket when he felt it vibrate. One new message. Reading it over, a heavy sigh escaped the redhead, steam swirling into the sky as a breeze took it away. Highly trained and skilled fingers moved over the keypad, writing up a response message and in the blink of an eye it was off. Message sent to Sasuke.

January 31st? Mello checked his own PCD quickly. February 4th. How the--? Oh, and he'd missed Matt's birthday...

He pushed the dates to a separate corner of his mind for further contemplation later, focusing on Matt and his injuries right now. And partly on what he was doing, managing to catch a glimpse of Sasuke's name. Who was that guy?

"No," Mello replied sharply. "Tough luck, but I'm not just going to 'shut up and walk'. I want answers. What happened? When was this bombing? During the time I was still out, I guess, though I find it hard to believe I was laying in the street for four days without dying of hypothermia." He scowled, matching Matt's pace as he walked beside him and fired off questions, completely ignoring what the redhead had said. After all, Mello knew he couldn't outrun and leave him behind with a bum leg. "Who brought us here, wherever the fuck here is? And who's Sasuke?"

"I just told you I don't fucking know! I don't know when the bombing was! It wasn't here! It was in Toshima! Your sorry arse just got the fuck here!"

The more Mello wanted to know, the more Matt got frustrated. He had no idea what had happened. Then again, he didn't remember about four months of his life either. It honestly was taking every fiber of the redhead's being to not punch the other and dash off while he stood there in shock. Matt had enough energy stored inside of him and pain tolerance to make a good dash for a few hundred yards. Hopefully.

"He's my friend! My only friend! My best friend! Now fuck. Off."

Mello glowered at him, annoyed by the fact that none of this was making any sense. In fact, it seemed to make worse and worse sense by the minute. Where the hell was Toshima, and how--

But Matt's last words froze all trains of thought in the blond's busy mind, just as Mello froze in his tracks, staring at the redhead.

"Matt--" He couldn't help it if his eyes widened in shock, staring at the redhead without understanding. What the hell had brought this on? What could he possibly have done, could have happened in the four days he was missing?

[...]

Nothing that warranted that.

His jaw clenched, hurt flashing in his eyes, mixing with anger. "Matt, what the fuck?!" he demanded, catching up again and reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt. "What is your problem?"

Grabbing of the shirt? Totally not needed. Nor was the tone being taken with him. Matt didn't need to come out here and find the blond or offer him help, but he had and now he was being met with this.

"You are. Let go." Leather clad hands came up to wretch the hand from the gamer's front before Matt took a step back from the older. "After you rejected me, abandoned me and wanted nothing to do with me, he was all I had so just shut up and stop it."

Matt carefully left out the whole... Love confession rejection, Mello shacking up with two girls while he knew about the gamer's feelings and then the dying on him thing... Being left with just Sasuke in his life, the teen filled the place Mello had once occupied and after a while, Matt didn't mind the change.

Mello stared at him, completely uncomprehending. His hand dropped to his side again when it was yanked away. "Matt--" He paused, taking a deep breath and trying to sound reasonable rather than angry and confused, though he only somewhat succeeded. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do those things. What happened in this Toshima place?"

Matt tried to do his best to stay calm, fingers starting to tap at his legs and glancing to the side to not do something stupid or lash out at the blond. "You fucking left me two more times. Rejected me for GIRL me. I was trash to you!" Free of being physically held back by the older, Matt went back to walking back to the apartment complex he had taken up residence in.

Trailing after him again, Mello frowned at this--to him nonsensical--information, taking a bit to process it.

"Matt," he began quietly after a few minutes. "That wasn't me. I don't know how this whole other worlds and separate planes of existence thing works, but I do know that I didn't do those things. I've never been to your Toshima place, I have no idea what you even mean by 'girl you,' and you certainly aren't trash to me."

Catching up, he reached out to grab Matt by the shoulder to stop him, but this time, his hand was gentle and easy to shrug away from. He wasn't trapping him, just asking to be listened to.

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