These words had just left Matt’s mouth when Mello came through the doors.
“Morning.” He said, groggy from the pain medication he had to take to sleep at night. His blood shot eyes flit about the room. “I’m going back to bed.” He stated bluntly stumbling back down the hall.
At hearing the door close, Matt broke into fits of laughter. Near looked at him with numb interest before chuckling himself.
Matt fell off the couch shaking with the force of his mirth. “POOR MEL!” He gasped. “H-he never was good with drugs! All he ever does is sleep!” With this he clutched his sides and submitted to the moment.
Near watch the rolling boy in front of him. ‘Hmmm.’ Near thought to himself. The more Matt moved the more his shirt lifted. Near continued to watch as Matt’s toned back was exposed. He was fairly tan, not as much as Mello, but enough to get himself a girl. His stripped shirt completely exaggerated his with, his chest was wide and full of swimmers muscles. But the scars that riddled his slightly muscular sides were the most interesting things for Near. They were small and white from the passing of time but still distinct. Some were long and thin others were like small bumps and holes. The bumps could be bullets but the long ones? Were they from a whip? A board? Whatever made them must have been painful for a boy of five. Matt may have been very small then but now his body match his heart.
Big, full of fun and warmth. Someone you wanted to be with. Someone you knew would be your shield even if that meant literally placing his body between you and the enemy.
Somehow Near had the feeling that would be the way Matt would go. The boy was laid back enough to enjoy life, yet smart enough to surive it all.
“Hey, Near?” Matt called sitting back on his hands letting his shirt stay up for a while. He knew what the boy wanted to see and he never minded his friends seeing what he thought was his ugly body. As long as they didn't say anything about it that is.
“Yes?” He replied. Smirking as Matt fixed his shirt.
“Where’s Mikami and Outa?” Matt said stuffing the long shirt back in his jeans. Then clicked a small chain onto his belt loop and wallet.
'Gosh.' Near thought He's built everywhere! He should stop wearing those stupid stripes.' The boy suddenly started to feel very weak. Why couldn't he be like the other boys? He wished he could be normal.
“I confess to not knowing their whereabouts.” Near twirled his hair. “I said I would say if your story proved satisfactory.” He said placing a wiry gaze at Matt.
Matt sat back down next to Near. “O.K.”
“I’ve been thinking about it. And I believe I will look at L’s most recent case.” Near’s finger was working his hair so hard he was pulling the soft strands out.
Matt grabbed the small hand. “Don’t do that.” He said firmly. “Why do you want to look at L’s case? Did he want you to?”
“No. I’ve just decided too.” The pale face wrinkled at the contact between his and Matt’s hands. He still didn’t like to be touch unless necessarily.
“O.K. As long as what your doing is through your little head and only your little head.” Matt chuckled letting go of the little fingers.
Near retreated to the back side of the sofa and hopped off. “Very well then.” He said his smirk twitching the sides of the lips. “Get me L’s files by tomorrow please.”
“Awwwwwww.” Matt said “So polite! I’ll get the file for you if you get our fearless leader out of his room and feed.” With that Matt walked out toward the second basement to do his hacking. No matter what L did his files were always copied and re-copied for the use of his three successors. "Oh! Near!" He called suddenly "Is this a no tell Mello thing? Cause your secrets safe with me, Buddy."
"That would be very appreciated, Matt." Near said giving the surprised gamer a small bow. The small albino then shuffled down the hall into Mello’s room. There lay the blond. Sprawled all over his stripped mattress, the sheets lay in various places around the sleeping figure and on the floor. The eye patch he didn’t use had been tossed under the bed. And the remains of the glass lamp riddled in front of the broken mirror.
“Great.” Near mumbled to himself, “another tantrum because of your silly looks.”
“Shut up.” Came from beneath the covered face. A hand pulled the black satin cloth off to reveal very tired eyes. The normal one opened fully, the glazed one stayed mostly covered by the veined lid. “I was not throwing a tantrum at all.” He said “I was discussing our move with myself.”
“Quite a conversation, I’d say.” Near smirked helping Mello untangle from his home made entrapment.
“Oh. Shut up…” Mello retorted pulling himself up onto his elbows. His bare chest heaved from the efforts. He looked at Near and gave a wide smirk. “Now I’m hungry and want to be eat.”
“As you eat, I need to talk to you about what’s going to happen.” Near grunted helping Mel up. “And it’s not about the move.”
Mello gave Near a look of confusion before following him out of the room. Near had that look that he would want to be anywhere but there right now. And it was that which made Mello wonder what the boy had concocted. He descided to wait and simply let the tiny body help his own.
