Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Love Score ❯ Mellow ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Not much to say.

Warning: Abuse.

Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Takeshi Obata.

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The door opened and Matt flinched away from the light. He saw the silhouette in the doorway and readied himself for the inevitable. But it didn't come. Instead he felt Mello's weight next to him on the bed. He expected to be hit for getting blood everywhere, but he wasn't. Instead he felt a gentle hand on his forehead, brushing his red hair back from his face.

“Matt,” Mello whispered sadly more to himself than to Matt. “My Matty. How could I have done this to you?”

Matt just whimpered, not sure if he should trust the kindness. He whimpered when he felt Mello pulling on the sheet. He was naked under that and he was afraid of what the blonde would do to him.

“Shh,” Mello whispered, tugging a little harder on the bloodstained cloth. “I'm not gonna hurt you, hun.”

Hun? It had been years since Mello had called him hun. Back before he had started hitting him. Slowly Matt opened his emerald eyes to look at the young man next to him.

“It's ok. I just want to clean up your injuries,” Mello said gently, stroking the scared boy's red hair.

Slowly, painfully Matt sat up, letting the sheet fall and pool in his lap. Mello's blue eyes widened at the sight of the wounds he had inflicted on his lover. He reached out to trace the knife wound across Matt's chest, but the red head flinched away.

“Did I do all of this?” Mello breathed.

Matt didn't answer for fear of being hit. Instead Mello ran his hands through Matt's hair, frowning when he flinched at the contact.

“Matty,” Mello whispered, sorrow staining his gruff voice.

I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not - Matt's thoughts were cut off when he felt Mello's arms around him. He yelped in fear and pain, fighting his way out of the embrace and backing away to the other side of the bed. Mentally he kicked himself as he felt tears slipping down his hollow, bloodied cheeks. He did not want to show Mello his fear and his weakness.

The blonde just stared at his trembling boyfriend. Matt was staring back at him, green eyes wide, tears stained pink with blood. Mello allowed his eyes to roam over the other boy. It was a sad sight. He was paler than Mello remembered, and his figure was gaunt. He had lost so much weight that he was beginning to look like a skeleton. And then there were his injuries. He was covered with cuts and bruises, one eye not open quite as wide as the other because the eye lids were swollen and the eye itself bloodshot. But the worst injury was the fresh gash in his left side that was still bleeding.

“Oh God,” Mello whispered, clutching his rosary. “What have I done?”

This time the blonde didn't even try to go near Matt. Instead he went onto the bathroom and returned with gauze and rubbing alcohol. This time Matt actually allowed Mello to touch him. As gently as he could Mello cleaned Matt's injuries and bandaged them.

“Matt?” Mello said, looking into the frightened red head's face as he traced a finger along the gash in his side. “This is gonna need stitches.”

Matt shook his head violently. Mello frowned and pulled his hand away.

“You're still bleeding,” the blonde pointed out. “Matt, you have to let me stitch that.”

“No,” Matt said bluntly.

Mello's eyes hardened at the refusal. “Are you defying me?”

Shit! What did I just do? Matt froze in fear.

“How dare you defy me,” Mello growled. “Here I am trying to help your sorry ass and you have the gall to disobey me?”

“NO! Mello! I didn't mean it like that,” Matt whimpered. Painfully he rose, backing across the room until he hit the wall. He watched with wide eyes as Mello slowly advanced toward him, removing his belt. Matt's eyes caught on the large, metal buckle. Shit.

The red head didn't have time to think. Instinct told him to shield his face and he obeyed, throwing his arms up just as the heavy end of the belt came crashing down on him. A small gasp escaped his cracked lips as the sharp metal bit into his skin. He had stretched the gash in his side, making the bleeding worse. Five times more the belt fell upon him. Finally he could stand no longer and he sank to his knees, not even bothering to fend off Mello's attacks.

“Pathetic,” the merciless blonde sneered. “You're not even worth the effort.”

With that he dropped the belt and walked out of the dark room, leaving Matt shaking and hurt in a puddle of his own blood. As soon as the red head heard the door click he gratefully allowed the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness to envelope him once more.