niteo_logs | 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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"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?

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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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