Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Love Score ❯ Smoke and Cheap Perfume ( Chapter 3 )

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

A/N: Hola. Here's part three. Some clarification: The first section is Matt, the second Mello, the third is just normal pov. And I wonder if anyone can catch the thing with the names...

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Nightwish, or the song Ghost Love Score.

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What happened? I didn't do anything this time. No. I disobeyed. I guess I deserved that. I really am pathetic. Miheal, you said I wasn't worth the effort required to hurt me. Am I really that worthless to you?

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Matt, what did I do? I don't know why I snapped. Does it matter? I stand by what I said. You aren't worth the effort.

Mello took another drink, glancing suspiciously around the smoky bar. It was Matt's fault, what happened. If he weren't so damn stubborn. All Mello had tried to do was help the idiot.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He started, right hand shooting down to the holster on his hip. The owner of the hand, however, seemed unfazed.

“Hey there, doll,” the woman crooned. “You lost or something? You don't look a day over fifteen.”

“I'm twenty, thank you,” Mello growled. He didn't care who it was, he hated to be thought of as a kid.

“Oh. A big boy, are we?” The woman seemed to be flirting with him, Mello noticed with just a hint of disgust. She was pretty, but she wasn't anything like him. Perhaps that was one of the things that had made Mello realize the severity of what he had put Matt through. The red head had once appeared to him as a god, at least in his eyes. But now he was more like a broken child, a mere shell of a person.

Mello chased these thoughts from his head. The woman with the bleach-blonde hair and large breasts was waiting for a reply from him. Too bad she wasn't going to get one.

“So, big boy, you wanna have some fun? How about we go back to my place for the night?” She didn't even seem tipsy.

Mello considered the offer. He wasn't opposed to women, he just usually ignored them. Then again, it might be good for him to get his mind off of everything for a while. He smiled coyly at the woman. “And where might that be, ma cheri?”

She simply took his hand and led him to the door.

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When Mello finally came home, smelling of alcohol, smoke, and cheap perfume, Matt knew. He awoke immediately to the sound of the door opening and winced as he listened to the blonde's heavy footsteps coming down the hall toward their bedroom. Inwardly he rejoiced when he saw that Mello looked completely exhausted. Perhaps he would be too tired to hurt him.

In a state of utter unawareness Mello let himself fall back on the bed, barely even registering that Matt was there, let alone watching him. He simply ignored the red head and within five minutes he was sound asleep. Matt watched the blonde's chest rise and fall rhythmically. Cautiously he reached out a hand to stroke the boy's soft hair. Mello didn't so much as twitch.

“Do you remember?” Matt whispered to him. “You loved me once, a long time ago. Back when we were little more than children playing at war-games. What changed? Do you even remember the old me? The old you?”

He sighed heavily and lay back against the pillow. At least Mello hadn't hurt him, even if he had been blatantly ignored. It was an improvement. Perhaps someday he could feel safe again. Perhaps someday Mello would pay attention to him without hurting him. Someday. For now, this was good enough.