Happy Ending (MattxMello)

16. Music and Prayers

Mello
We stayed in a really nice hotel for about a week upon arriving in Japan because we hadn't found an apartment yet. The decision to come was rather sudden to say the least. The lobby was really fancy, making me feel out of place and I'm sure everyone around us noticed. We must've been quite a sight after all, a short blond dressed in leather from head to toe with a pretty big scar on his left side walking in with an awkwardly tall red head in goggles and a striped shirt, both of us having almost no luggage and paying in cash. Matt's Japanese isn't the best, so I did most of the talking at reception as he shifted awkwardly in his place and just handed the woman the cash. Although not appreciated, the staring was certainly understood. Our room on the fifth floor of the hotel was much too big for just two people but neither of us was going to complain. In the centre of the living area stood a grand piano, making the place seem even fancier. How the hell Matt found the money for this I will probably never know.

"Wow, this place is awesome." I breathe, admiring our view over the city and touching every single piece of furniture in sight. "I know, that's why I picked it." He says, laying his jacket down on the love seat and taking a seat at the grand piano. "You play?" I sound much more surprised than I meant to. "I do, come here. I'll play for you." He scoots over on the little bench and I sit next to him. His long fingers soon delicately placed on the ivory keys of the piano and he begins to play. The music coming from the instrument is exquisitely beautiful which surprises me even further. His playing was possibly the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, although most of what he played were extremely melancholy little tunes. I was intrigued by the way Matt's fingers flew from key to key, creating the most wonderful sounds. It seems we had both lost track of time because by the time he finished playing it was well past midnight. "That was beautiful Matty. Thank you." I say with a yawn and he smiles, picking me up and carrying me to the huge white bed in the corner. He lays me down gently and pulls the blanket over my sleepy body. Fully clothed, he gets in next to me and pulls me to him causing me to fall asleep almost instantly.

Matt
Mello can never sleep without saying a little prayer first. At first I thought it was him talking in his sleep but after a while of listening to the little whispers I figured it out. He practically glows when he does it, a peaceful look on his face. I can't help my staring when he does it, it's just so beautiful to watch. I don't listen to what he's saying anymore, I almost feel like I'm listening to his deepest most personal thoughts. From the few times that I have heard his little prayers I know he always thanks God for three things:
His life,
The roof over his head,
Me.
Every day he does this and every day I watch him as his mouth forms a beautiful prayer that I will never understand but appreciate all the same.

Tonight is no different, he locks his fingers and begins to whisper his prayer, the most serene look on his face. I tried once, to pray I mean. Whether I believe or not, if God is real I figure that I should thank Him for a few things too. It's only fair. So I thanked Him for Mello. If He exists I want Him to know he did a good job on creating Mello, at least. I think a lot of people could learn something from Mello because, even though he has a lot less to be thankful for than most, he still is. Mello has never really had anything; a family, friends, a home but he has always found something to thank God for and that is one of the reasons why I love him.

I played for him every night we were at that hotel, which ended up being two weeks instead of one due to our lack of ability to find a suitable apartment. Those nights were some of the most intimate we have ever shared, despite the lack of physical contact. After finding an apartment, I got Mello a motorcycle (which he loves to death) and we got my car (which I love to death) shipped over. In the next week or so, Mello paid Near a visit (of sorts) and we spent almost all of our time together. I certainly won't complain but I do have an unsettling feeling that Mello has alternative reasons for spending so much time with me. I put this constant nagging in the back of my mind and just enjoy his company.