“Shit!” Mello screeched as the boiling liquid was poured on an open wound. He had just come back from another raid, and was letting Matt fix him up.
“Be quiet.” Matt muttered around his cigarette. “Boiling water helps to sterilize and relax the tissue, then I’ll pour on cold water to stop the swelling. After all that hell is over, I’ll remove the splinters.” He finished patting Mello’s silk locks with one hand while the other grabbed the bowl of cold water. His smile seemed to grow at the thought of Mello's situation. Oh. Bad dog he was.
Mello hissed as the freezing, numbing fluid hit the gash. “I don’t care about the water.” This caused Matt to raise a brow. “I do though… want you to STOP SMOKING WHILE TENDING OPEN FLESH!!!!!!” He ripped the stick from Matt’s lips and threw it out the open window. “There.” He said leaning back, “Don’t do it again.”
“What!?” Matt face clearly showed his shocked disapproval. “It was an innocent cigarette! You killed it!” Matt looked forlorn out the window and glared at Mello. “You nut case! You keep getting weirder and weirder since you started working without Near. If I didn’t know for a fact that you were a boy I’d swear you were a depressed, pmsing girl.”
“Oh sure.” Mello said smugly lifting his hands into the air. “Like any girl would walk around with a face and reputation that I’ve got.”
“That’s stupid, Mel.” Matt moaned, “I’m meaning your behavior. I didn’t say anything about your physic or rep.”
“Shut up, Matt.” Mello muttered fingering his rosary. “Everything’s so screwed up right now. A lot of my most trusted men got killed tonight and….” He trailed off to watch Matt pull a huge piece of metal from his kneecap.
“And what?” Matt urged the blond, turning his head up to look at Mello’s filmy eyes. His hands continued to move pouring alcohol across the open, bleeding wound. “What’s happened?”
“I’ve heard that Outa was killed by Kira. I just got the information from one of my men watching Near’s hideout. They said Outa was driving to the building when his car suddenly swerved into the side of the road, hitting the glass entrance to the bank. He stumbled out of the car falling half into the busy street were his body was hit by a fast moving vehicle. His body was picked up and the doctors report that he had died from a heart attack. Just like Kira’s other victims.”
“O-oh. My-.” Matt stuttered running a hand threw his hair. “Wow. Man.” He sat in front of Mello diving into his subconscious. “So I guess Near will half to find another aid, huh?”
“Yes. But, I know who killed Outa.” Mello winced as he put pressure on his bleeding arm. “I believe that it was Mikami who murdered him.”
Matt’s face lit up. “You think? ...... Of course! Mikami believes that Kira is a god! What better way to prove his loyalty than to kill his own best friend! He might have used Outa’s death as a way of showing his ‘repentance’. What a crappy bargain! That jerk!” Matt lit up another cigarette. “Nothing good is gonna come outa this, Ya’ know. If Miakmi has Kira’s power, as is made known threw Outa’s death, we could all be killed.”
Mello took the cigarette from Matt’s lips again and dropped it into a glass of water sitting on the counter. Ignoring the cold glare, he motioned for Matt to continue cleaning him up. “I know all that. But, he might have even done it indirectly. If he loves Kira so much, he might have just given Kira the info. And let the basterd do his dirty work for him. I might have a chance since all my records have vanished or been destroyed. There’s nothing for me to worry about at the moment. And thank god, you don’t pose as any sort of threat to this mad man. I don’t think I could handle all the technical stuff.”
Matt chuckled softly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’d die if it meant keeping things as sain as possible. But, since I’m your friend, I’ll stay as close as I can. You need a keeper, to hold your temper in check, so you can finish this case.” He lifted his goggles from his green eyes to get a better look at the gash in the older boy’s upper thigh. He didn't know how Mello could get as hurt as he was and still not have a mark. Well. Except for the scars on his upper body. But, even those had started to fade. Really if there was a God, He sure was watching this fool.
“Why did you not take the job as Near’s assistant?” Mello said unwrapping a chocolate bar. “You could have had everything as far as new computers and hacking skills.”
“Well-” SNAP! Matt winced at the noise. "I didn't think-" SNAP! “Don’t snap your damn chocolate while I’m talking!? That is by far the most irritating habit you’ve developed recently!”
“Huh.” Mello grunted letting the piece of candy hang from his mouth as he slowly sucked on it.
Matt pouted and looked back at his work. “ANYWAY. I didn’t take the job because I knew you would be treated as an outcast. Nears my friend, but I hold a lot of obligation were you are concerned. I’ve stuck with you this far. I don’t see why I should stop being the lazy mobster I am to be a good boy.” A big goofy grin spread across the redhead’s face as he finished and looked up.
Mello’s face went from mild shock to the picture of an angel. Everything about him seemed to glow with heavenly radians. His eyes soft and serene. Those thin lips curved at the corners. He placed his hand on Matt’s shoulders. “Thank you, Matt.”
“No problem, Mels.” Matt said smiling even bigger.
“Now.” Mello stated removing his hands. “Hurry up and finish. I’m getting cold sitting in just my skivies and skin.” He leaned back and took another giant chomp out of his candy.
Matt’s face fell back to the original ‘just great’ look before he sighed and went back to cleaning the blonde’s tanned skin. He was begining to wonder if even this God could save the maddening angel from falling. All he could think to do right now was search out all their info. and dispose of it before anyone tattled.
"Say, Matt?" Mello suddenly whispered looking unblinking at the still working gamer.
"Hmm?" Was all he got for an answer.
"Mikami can't tell Kira much right? I mean. If he's trying to clear himself for the big man." Mello gently pulled Matt's face up "He can't let his dirty recored out of the bag. He's gotta stay sain for the boss, am I right? And what better then to probably pay for some kinda shock treatment to clear his mind? Expecially when he just got his best friend killed? If not killed him himself?" Mello's looked like a kid again on Christmas. The candy was waiting for him and he could eat as much as he like with a clear mind.
"You gotta point there." Matt said sitting back and motioning for Mello to get dressed again. When Mello had left the room though. The poor red top hung his head and wished things were that kind to them. But, something tolled him it was not that simple. He got up and walked out telling his cat like friend "I'm gonna go out for some smokes, Mels."
"Get me somemore chocolate while your at it!" The boy shouted from his place.
All Matt did was nod and quietly leave. Needing time to think things out.
