badfic_manor | 48th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[John didn't know what to expect nor has he met Mello in person until now. He chose to stand at the end of the hallway and watches with his hands in his coat pockets and his hat still on his head. There was no need to raise a ruckus over something he didn't know about and decided to walk on. Still, something pulled to him to take a look as he passed by. Something felt empty and John wasn't going to ignore his gut instincts.

It seems that the one that once resided in that room wasn't the only one that left. There were others too and he felt it. He wasn't about to poke and pry. It was time to carry on and this time, he did so quietly.]

[Conan stops not too far off from Mello and glances from him to the door. He knows that look. Being a detective it was one he'd seen most often on the faces of victims friends and family.]

...Mello?

[Mello swivels to look at him, for a moment it seems like his insane blue eyes don't even see the child in front of him.]

...Are you okay?

[Mello manages to shake his head]

[Nice was going to pass him, but she slows down when she notices his expression. Glancing from him, to the door, to the blank name slate]

..Someone close get sent home...?

[Mello can barely hear her, it's like her voice is coming through an ocean of static. He nods, or rather his head slowly declines and rises, but it seems almost as if he's being moved by puppet strings]

[Glancing back at the door, Nice tries to remember who's room it used to be. That failing, she touches Mello's arm gently]

..Well, maybe it's better they're home now

[Mello shakes his head in a more forceful less puppet-like motion, the usual passion returning to his eyes]

He's going back to die.

[Though Light may not have physically seen the reclusive detective for himself, the significance of that room, or rather lack of significance, is something Light is keenly aware of. To know that its inhabitant is gone, is a victory in every sense of the word. Though L may have succeeded in returning home, Light has the pleasure of knowing that he would die soon after, a pathetic failure in his arms. The look on Mello's face is, as the late detective might have put it, icing on the cake. A cherry on the proverbial sundae. A small smirk appears at the irony of how much sweeter life felt when the sweet detective was gone. Light doesn't stop here though; he moves on through the hallway, with the slightest hint of a spring in his step.]

[Mello almost lets him go but no, he will not let that arrogance go. This is Light's fault. It's Kira's fault that L will die, it's Kira's fault that the detective is gone. Silently Mello slips into a low fighting stance, facing Light's turned back then with all his anger and hate, all his passion, Mello sent a roaring jet of flame directly at Light. Should Light turn around Mello will be glaring down at him, looking angrier than ever before and truly dangerous.]

[There were very few things that could make Matt leave his room without being forced to, the need for food included.

But this time, no orders were necessary.

Matt sunk his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans as he walked the hallway. Mello hadn't come back to the room, but he knew exactly where he was at...and why.

He pauses just a couple of feet away, leaning his shoulder against the wall and tilting his head at the blonde. Silent but solid. There.]

[Very long pause]

He's going back to die. There's nothing else left for him.

[Mello touches the door with gloved fingers]

[Matt exhales and takes a step closer.]

We don't know that. He came here. He could go to other places.

It's inevitable, no matter how many transformational teenage cunts find him he's always going to go back and he's always going to die.

[Mello pounds against the door, growling in anger. He sounds almost as if he's in pain. He slams against the door again and again until it seems that either Mello will break the door or the other way around. In time with each powerful hit Mello hisses the words "son of a bitch" over and over again. Then he falls back, breathing heavily as if he'd just run miles. Anger and sorrow intermingle and twist his face. Mello is suddenly reminded of mortality, of reality, of the fate that not only L will meet but Matt and he will too. The pain of reality, their home reality, as well as losing L were settling on him, crushing him. L had become his friend as well as his mentor and now he was as good as dead. Mello could not save him. Mello failed L once again.]

[Another step, and Matt's reaching a hand up to his partner's shoulder. L had definitely become his friend too...a 'bro'. He'd miss him, even if his emotions didn't shine through the way Mello's did.]

Breaking the door down won't help. Come on, let's go back to the room.

[Mello looks for a second like he might punch Matt but, after a tense moment, he nods and follows Matt, walking as if he were being supported by strings]

[Matt glances back at him, as if he's afraid those strings might break and Mello might suddenly need him. He opens the door, waiting for Mello to come through it before closing and locking it behind them.]

Could make you some hot chocolate. Or you could read scripture to me.

[...Clearly Matt is willing to do anything for him tonight.]

[Mello shakes his head. He doesn't feel like doing much of anything, but he doesn't want Matt to leave his side. At any moment the redhead could disappear and Mello would lose him forever.]

Just stay with me.

[He grabbed for Matt's hand, almost instinctively]

[Matt blinks as Mello catches his hand, and gives a little squeeze in return. He'd stay with him. Nothing would take him away.]

Understood.

[And Mello would kill anyone or anything that tried]

It's up to us now.

[Keeping the Manor together, keeping the justice system running, there was no L to act as mortar. Only them.]

Don't worry.

[Matt reaches a gloved hand up and strokes it down Mello's hair.]

We got this.

[Mello nods, time to focus on the future, the L-free future. There was no time to feel sorry for themselves. All was not lost as long as he and Matt were there, all was not lost. Mello gives Matt a weak smile, he wouldn't lose the redhead again, he silently promised himself, God, and the fucking Author that. She would have to destroy him to get at Matt.

Now it was time to save the Manor.]

I guarantee by the end of the week all the punishments will end. I'll get my gun back, but everyone else disarmed by the justice system will get their weapons back too.

[Pause, and something worse]

And their mother-fucking powers. Dammit.

We need to up surveillance on them immediately. If any of them start doing something, anything, out of the ordinary we have to act fast.

Shit. I knew you were gonna say that.

[Now Matt actually has to do something. He can't help but smile a little though. He was glad that Mello was motivated, it gave him something other that grieving over L's disappearance.]

I'm on it.

[Mello gives a sort of sad smirk]

Yeah, you're gonna have to get off your ass and do something.

[He nods]

Good. We should make note of who we need to watch and what to look for. As far as I can tell there isn't any conspiracy although...

[Although he doesn't like John Dillinger's actions. He might be planning something.]

[He's distracting himself from L's disappearance, but it still hurts. His heart still stings as it beats in his chest, clocking time he knows that he doesn't really have.]

48th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

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Who's tag is it in the log?

mine. just haven't had the time/energy during the week.

It's okay. Are you feeling better? :<