badfic_manor | 40th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[Another city, another church. Mello is in St. Patrick's Cathedral, one of the cities oldest and largest Catholic churches. On first entering the church you won't see him, he's in the confessional. No one can hear his hushed voice, not even the faceless Priest who is meant to can. But Mello isn't really concerned about that right now.]

Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been five months since my last--

Who am I kidding? Father, I know you're not really a priest, you're not even really a human being. You're not even actually listening to this, I don't think you can. But it doesn't matter because I know who is listening, even if He has to look in over the Author's shoulder to do it. So don't bother with any phony words or the pieces of prayers you saw in The Exorcist or whatever. I don't need to hear it. I don't need to know what the Author or her puppets think. I just want to be heard.

[He sighs and pauses. The pause extends into seconds, then minutes, nearly three have passed before he speaks]

I should have died once already.

[A scoff]

There are a dozen times I can think of off the top of my head, but, I'm talking about...

[Another pause while Mello runs his fingers over the scar on the left side of his face, the bare tips feeling the jagged flesh of his cheek but his cheek feeling nothing.]

That explosive should have killed me, it should have killed everyone in that building. I built the thing, I know how it should have gone. I was standing well within the blast radius, there was absolutely no way I should have survived. But I did. I wasn't even hurt that badly, sure it messed up my pretty face

[he says this with a voice laced with irony]

but I made it without even going to a hospital. I knew then that there was a reason I survived. I understood what He wanted from me. If I lived it was because I had some role to fill, some job to do. I had a reason to be alive. And I thought I knew what that reason was. I was supposed to kill Kira. I was supposed to topple the false god. I was supposed to restore justice. And even when...even when I thought I'd lost everything there was still that promise. Kira would topple, Kira would die, justice and balance would be restored.

I thought I understood it, I thought I knew what He wanted from me. But now...I'm not so sure anymore. I've been able to ignore it for a while, the whole idea that I'm here in this chick's dream world without any rules or really anything to hold on to. But then B showed up...and now Kira. Kira is here! But there's nothing I can do. If I kill him here he'll come back and even if he dies the most horrible death I can concoct he'll still come back and Yagami'll probably think he's on par with the Almighty for it.

I can't stand seeing him, father. It makes my blood boil, but what the Hell am I supposed to do?! There's no escape, there's no reprise, there's no finality, there's not even a way to disrupt the status qua! I'm just...I'm at a loss. I don't know what to do and I'm out of ideas.

God, please, what do I do? I know I'm probably the last guy on your list right now but I just...I need...help.

[Then as if he hears someone outside Mello curses softly, and squeezes out of the Confessional. He sneaks back into the central nave. He peers around, searching for who came in and if they heard him.]

((OOC: Odds are no one heard his confession but feel free to bump into him in the church or nearby))

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[He snickers]

Maybe that's just wishful thinking on your part.

I'm right and you know it.

[He's teasing though.

Matt glances around the place.]

So when do they break out the wine.

Maybe.

[He rolls his eyes]

Communion. And you're not allowed to have any.

Harsh.

[He slides down in the pew a little more, making himself comfortable.]

You don't have to come here, you know. I can get a bottle of wine and you can tell me shit.

It's the holiest part of the service.

[He smiles]

Yeah, I'm done. Let's go home.

Amen.

[Matt grins before standing up to file out after Mello.]

[A genuine laugh after they exit the church]

So let's hit the liquor store.

[A light snow has started to fall and Mello cranes his neck back to look into it]

Sinner.

[He snickers softly as they start to walk, paying no attention to the falling snow. Winter weather agrees with him. It beats the sun and the heat any day.]

Everyday but Sunday.

[A little bit of a smile crosses his face and he opens his mouth to catch a snowflake on his tongue.]

We should get some hard cider too. 'Tis the season and all that. And we should hit the Godiva store on fifth avenue.

Fifth avenue?

[Matt looks a little alarmed.]

And what number avenue are we on?

...Madison.

So...

[They're gonna have to walk. Matt knows this.]

Shit.

It's like five minutes, you'll be fine.

Alright. But if you have to choose between carrying me and carrying your chocolate, you'd better choose me.

[Yeah, like that'll happen.]

Only if you're carrying the chocolate. So chocolate, then alcohol, then home.

[Mello sighs in a contented sort of way, putting Kira out of his mind seems like a very good plan. And given the beautiful weather and present company it shouldn't be too hard. For the moment at least.]

Deal.

[He glances over at Mello, noting that he seems to be feeling better now. Maybe the church did it, or maybe it was him. Either way, he was glad.]

[It's a little of both, really. Mello asked for help and Matt was there waiting for him. The same way he always was. They were meant to be together, just as Mello always thought. And Matt was there to help him through the hard times, to help him through the impossible.

A liquor store with an unoriginal name (just a big lit sign reading "LIQUOR") comes up on their side of the street. Mello gestures with his head]

Shall we see what the Author's stocked the place with?

Christ, I hope everything's not fruit flavored.

[Then again, Matt doesn't drink anything fancier than beer, really.]

That would be fucking pathetic.

[Luckily that's not the case. Mello grabs a red wine, a few dark beers]

We need anything else?

[He's leaning against the freezer door. He's waiting to tell Matt about his...meeting with Light. He's actually pretty proud of himself for following L's orders so well, in that they didn't end up killing each other and Mello didn't even mention the sister thing. However, he's not sure if Matt would count taunting Kira as following L's orders]

((OOC: There's a very random post with Mello I put up. Ice skating. >>))

Edited 2010-12-11 20:48 (UTC)

[Anything else? Matt glances around and promptly grabs four items -- in the following order.

A carton of smokes. Beef jerky. A can of peanuts. And pixy stix.]

Good to go.

[Mello grabs another six pack when he spots one he likes. He resists buying more than one chocolate bar. They ARE going to Godiva after all]

Good.

[He practically tosses the credit card to the faceless clerk. It only takes a second before they're out on the street again, armed with their loot]

So Godiva then back to the apartment.

40th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

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