Matt helped Mello dress in his black leather fashion. A month had passed since the ‘accident’ and the blond was eager to get back home. All his injuries had healed as much as they could. Although his face was forever going to be both beautiful and hideous. The scar wasn’t that bad it had turned a cross between his flesh tone and a rose color.
Mello looked at himself in the mirror finishing lasing his pants. He turned and starred at both sides of his body. “Ironic.” He said out loud facing Matt.
“What is?” Matt pulled the vest over Mello’s shoulders so the blond didn’t have to reach back so far with his still sensitive shoulders. “That sitting around for a month didn’t cause you to gain weight?”
Colder, tired eyes turned in the snickering red heads direction. “No.” He tugged at the laces of his matching leather boots. “At the idea that now my body matches my mind.” Finished with his desired look he carefully zipped his vest over his scared chest. “Got a comb?” He asked.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with the way you are, Mel.” Matt said handing over a small black comb. "I like the way you are. Nothings changed to me."
Mel chuckled as he pulled the bristles threw his now shaggy locks. “You liar.” He sighed; untangling a persistent knot. “Even my hair is different. It’s coarse.” It didn't end far. But, having grown past his ears a bit it tickled the living part of his neck.
“That is irrelevant.” Matt retorted taking the comb putting it in one of his fur vest many pockets. “Now lets get out of here.”
“In a second.” Mello said placing his rosary around his neck kissing the crucifix muttering something in German. He had waited so long to finally do that. He felt a bit more alive from the sensation.
Without another word they walked out of the room. Mello limped next to Matt who halted his usually lengthy stride to keep up with the broken boy. They checked out leaving Mr. Nil Bret in the shadow of a very deceived hospital.
“Do you need help?” Matt finally broke the silence.
“I can manage.” Mello gave him a half smile.
Matt slightly frowned at Mello’s determination then bent and scooped the surprised man up into his arms. “You’re too slow.” He said.
“Put. Me. Down!” Mello protested “MATT! I’m warning you! Put me down!” The normal side of his face blushed a deep crimson. He struggled and pointed to the ground. “I swear I’ll kill you if you don’t do as I tell you!”
Matt's chest started to vibrate with the red head's deep chuckles.The goggles that covered his eye's couldn't hide the amused twinkle and his mouth cracked into an award winning smile.
“Why are you laughing!?” Mello inquired still pushing on Matt’s chest trying to free himself. By this time people were staring and pointing, whispering wonders about the two males making their way through the dark parking garage.
“You are so damn funny!” Matt knocked his head against Mello’s. “You’re acting like such a girl.” He stopped and looked down at Mello’s shock struck face and broke into another fit. “’Put me down!’ you say like I’m some psychopath out to harass you or somethin’!” He put Mello on his feet and dug through his pockets for the car keys.
Mello spun away from Matt to hide his now very red features. The blush was so heavy you couldn’t tell were his scar started and were it stopped. “Matt.” He crossed his arms over his heaving chest. “I’m not a girl.” He turned back his blush replaced with a frown. “I can carry myself at anytime! Understand?”
“Oh. O.K.!” Matt replied in his sing song ways. He climbed into the driver seat snickering to himself as Mello fought with the seat belt in the back.
“Shut it! Up there!” Mello ground out giving the back of Matt’s head a death glare.
Matt didn’t act as though he heard him and put on a c.d. of assorted game music. Somehow it pleased him to hear the semi suppressed grown echo from the back seat. Matt was incharge of driving now. And he was going to take advantage of it at every moment!
That’s how the entire trip back to the country residence of the three very genius yet immature boys was. Matt calling all the shots and Mello acting the part of the most mortified man on earth.
This changed as soon as they pulled into the parking lot of the huge house.
Near, who had been playing cards with Mikami on the porch, tripped and stumbled over his oversized pajama stile pants to greet the 'home to stay' characters that stepped out of the black car.
After hello’s had been exchanged Near looked Mello in the eyes for a while. “You’ve got some new determination in your eyes. Do you have a plan?” He seemed excited at the thought of the fun. It had been boring with the bold chocoholic gone. With Matt and himself in charge the Mafia's actions had only been status. Now things could pick back up again.
“We’re going to move.” Was all the man said before marching into the dark interior of the house, trailed after by his companions.
