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Such a long day, and it seemed like every time he beat the game he was working on, he beat it quicker and quicker.

No good movies on TV.. however, the internet was shining brightly with its loops and possibilities. Maybe Mello would be interested in something when he got back. A game or something. Or getting food- he might have actually been bored tonight and it seemed like his friend had been out longer than usual.

But, it happened. He would just have to work on Pokemon some more in the mean time.

Date: 2010-06-13 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
A key in the lock. Mello made a habit of never actually world-hopping into the appartment, for no particular reason other than he didn't want to appear without warning with Matt occasionally having a life and all.

The key turned and he stumbled inside, pushing the door open with the uninjured shoulder. He carried the scent of blood with him, blood and gunsmoke. Quickly pulling the door shut behind himself, he leaned against the wall in the hallway. Right now, he didn't really care about the stains that would leave.

Date: 2010-06-13 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
Good, he was home. Time for some fun.

Matt got up, walking away from the movie he disregarded ten minutes in. Though, walking further, something... wasn't really right. He knew that smell, at least some of them.


"Mell-" Jesus.. that wasn't right. "What the hell!?"

Date: 2010-06-13 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"Ran into some trouble there. Sorry." He pushed himself off the wall. His vest and jacket showed a gash on the left shoulder, though it didn't bleed through the leather it would explain the smell at least. He still had his gun in his right, and looked absolutely exhausted. It couldn't be just that injury.

"I'll explain in a minute." ...explain? Something was definitely off here.
Mello made to walk past Matt to get to the bathroom. Medical supplies would be good right now.

Date: 2010-06-13 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Nuh-uh! Tell me now! You can't waltz in-- explain?! Jesus I'm basically having a heart attack. Right now as we speak. Let me help you-! Jeez... always trying to do everything yourself. Here we go."

Date: 2010-06-13 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"Don't fucking joke about heart attacks." But all he did was sigh aggravatedly. He didn't really feel like snapping. "Christ, let me at least put my gun down." Another sigh.

"..fine." He let Matt help him out of his jacket, trying and failing not to reopen his wound. A swordstrike. A clean cut, right into the already scarred tissue. Not too deep, but deep enough. Makes him wince, of course, but he's had worse.

Date: 2010-06-13 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"I wasn't joking. My chest hurt-!" Carefully, he peeled the jacket away from Mello's skin, scowling at the damage, and fumbling trying to think on his feet how to exactly help - and how to actually be helpful in the process.

"This isn't a normal weapon hit... not 'nowaday' anyway... Mello, what are you doing to yourself..?" Meant in the way of "what have you gotten yourself into this time", he couldn't help but worry that Mello's self destructive tendencies had been a little headstrong lately.

Date: 2010-06-13 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
Well, the vest would need to go, too. Mello pulled down the zipper. "Hey, can you get me some gauze and bandages? And... well, I don't think we actually have any strong alcohol, do we..." He turned to Matt, still not quite facing him.

"Don't worry. I'll explain. Just... let's patch this up first."

Date: 2010-06-13 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Not for drinking, heh.. Don't worry, yourself. We'll get it cleaned up, then ... well.. we'll get you relaxed." He didn't want to press, but he was worried. Something he learned not to be a long time ago when it came to Mello. He always came home. In one piece. But lately something seemed wrong.

It wasn't easy to just shrug it off right now, but regardless, he pulled out gauze and bandages from a nearby cabinet, even pulling off his goggles to get a better look at what they were working with. He left the goggles on the sink, and put his attention to Mello.

Date: 2010-06-13 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
First things first. The blood had run all the way down his arm, and was starting to go that way again. Even the white lining of his glove was stained, so that went straight into the trash bin. Mello swiped a washcloth and soaked it with water in the sink, careful not to get a drop on Matt's goggles, before he began cleaning himself up. He found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind if this scar stayed.

"Don't know how much attention you've been paying to the comm recently... did you hear of our local fail Interpol guy who planned to take down Xanxus?"

Date: 2010-06-13 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Not a lot of it, but some. Go on, man. I'm all ears. ...And, let me do that, huh?" Matt didn't mind cleaning up a little blood. Mello's at that, wouldn't be a problem .He wanted to help. Not stand around and watch his best friend take care of his wounds that seemed to cause him so much pain.

He knew this wasn't going anywhere good, either.

Date: 2010-06-13 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
Mello didn't protest. Not that the injury itself was terribly painful, but the circumstances...

"You know I work for Xanxus. And Lang, our fail interpol guy, was determined to get a team together to drop in on him and take him down. Course it was fucking staged, Xancus was having a ball with all of this happening just cause of him I'd bet. .... ...when it came down to it, he haha, invited me over to participate." he fell silent for a long moment.

"Maybe you can guess who was on the other team." He couldn't look at him. he couldn't look at himself in the mirror. The best he could manage was grit his teeth, focus on the pain. It took his mind off other things.

Date: 2010-06-13 11:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Maybe... ah.." he cared more about Mello's well being right now, despite his curiosity, and the subtle wincing in his voice was enough to know he had a lot more work to do.

"Are you going to be okay here? I know, retarded question. But I don't want someone coming in and taking your head during sleep.."

Date: 2010-06-13 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
Another silence. When he spoke back up, his voice was quiet. Subdued. Not like him at all. "...I fought against Naoto. I didn't want her to get herself killed fighting against someone she can't handle. So I... made her back down. It wasn't pretty."

It was clear in his voice that he was far from proud of what exactly went down. It hurt more to talk about this than to patch up the physical injury.

Date: 2010-06-14 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Whoa.... Naoto--" he wasn't seeing that one coming. "She's alright though, right? Look... It'll be okay, Mello. You were trying to protect her but goddamn you gotta be careful too, you know? Can't lose you, too.."

There was a growing hate for that damn community. All it did, was seem to hurt Mello. Every "event" and ever situation he had gotten himself into, seemed to chip away at him. And at the end of the day, Mello was his true family.

"Gotta promise to be careful..."

Date: 2010-06-14 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"I was fucking careful!" His right curled into a fist that quickly found the tiled bathroom wall. "I made her break down, that's how fucking careful I was." He grit his teeth, almost choking on his own words.

"She trusted me. And I just- ..."

Date: 2010-06-14 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"You can't blame yourself, either. You're going-- you had to do what you needed to to protect her. You know? It will be okay." He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to push him, and his eyes fell back to his wounds, making sure they were properly cared for. Making sure the bleeding was being quelled.

"Can you try to focus on you right now..?" He wanted him to keep talking though, to tell him what was going on. He was holding so much in, that was for sure.

Date: 2010-06-14 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
Mello's eyes wandered to the injury, too. The bleeding had mostly stopped, hadn't soaked through the gauze yet and probably wouldn't for a while. He kept talking as they figured out how to apply the bandages exactly, the shoulder was a tricky place for that."That's.. all she managed to do to me, you know. For all her taking down a Goddess, she only got a single shot in against me. That was real foul play. ...anyway... no worries for me here. No-one's gonna come after me." A humorless chuckle. "I mean really, if there was even a chance of that, we'd be relocating right this moment."

Date: 2010-06-14 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"I'm just... dammit Mello, I'm tired of seeing you hurt. It's something after another you know? You're strong but you're not completely unbreakable." His quietness was breaking, and there was a slight crack in his foundation. It was hard to see his best friend come in with cuts. Massive ones. Injuries that weren't from just your average fight. Dying on a screen in a 'game'. Almost being killed by a gods book.

"I know they're important. You are too."

Date: 2010-06-14 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
Mello frowned at that. He knew he'd promised to look after himself, and he had been. "Hey, I do take care. I never get into anything I can't handle." He had too much to lose, now. To live for.

Date: 2010-06-15 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Mh... sure but... coming in here, close to passing out -- that isn't ... it's worrying, man. That's all I'm saying." Matt couldn't, and wouldn't beg for Mello to stay, but the last thing he wanted to do was see him come through that door again in worst shape than this. And, it was a very good possibility.

"Working with Xanxus is messy shit... I'm asking you to be more careful than you have been. Please."

Date: 2010-06-15 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
It would be pointless to mention that he was not close to passing out, wouldn't it. Either way, the almost... softness in his voice is replaced with iron certainty. "I'm not going to work with or for him much longer."

Date: 2010-06-15 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"No...? then, what're ya going to do? Not that I don't support it. ... M'tired of seeing you hurt." There was no lack of sincerity in his voice, that was for sure. He was concerned about Mello though, that much was damn certain.

Date: 2010-06-15 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"After this I'm not gonna stick around. Soon as I've found another job somewhere, we're out of here. Sure, it's going to take a bite out of my paycheck and I'm going to have to explain myself every time the community pulls something strange, but... I'd rather have that."

Date: 2010-06-15 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Well... hey I got your back. I got it everytime you need to do anything. But... worry about resting up first, huh?"

Date: 2010-06-15 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"Resting up.. yeah, guess that might be a good idea." Not that he looked like he was likely to rest at all. He would be pacing by now, plotting, only kept still for the sake of wrapping the injury up properly.

Date: 2010-06-15 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"It's a good thing I've got no where to be then, huh? This way I can make sure you stay down, and do as you're told, heh." Matt chuckled, and shifted in place, finishing the bandages and making sure no more blood was seeping through.

"We'll carry on when you're better."

Date: 2010-06-15 01:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"...yeah." He lowered his eyes in thought as he waited for everything to be fixed in place. Only when Matt was done did he move, out of the bathroom and into the living room, only just stopping himself from slumping down in the armchair- he did sit down, but carefully. No need to make this worse. Once seated, he let out a tired sigh.

Date: 2010-06-21 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quicksavensmoke.livejournal.com
"Hey... need any painkillers or something? Anything to dull the pain? It might help... especially with relaxing."

It was hard to do anything with Mello sitting there in pain. Matt flopped back on the couch, sighing in half-frustration and slumped down, trying to think of a way to fix this. Not that there was, but there had to be at least something he could have done.

Date: 2010-06-22 10:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonnabe1st.livejournal.com
"No, it's- it's fine." He was still too full of adrenaline to really want to rest. He was more worried about Naoto than anything else, anyway. Concern furrowed his brow, not pain- he'd had worse, after all. But bleeding so much made it a bit more difficult to think. He wasn't even sure if he was hungry or thirsty or tired, and wasn't bothered to find out, either. His paranoia vaguely protested that he'd left his gun lying in the bathroom, but not loudly enough to make him get up. His eyes glanced at the door briefly before dismissing the thought again.

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