Broken (MattxMello Yaoi Fanfiction)

A Second Chance

Death was, in Mello's eyes, inevitable. Pain suffocated his entire body and any movement whatsoever – be that yelling for help or attempting to get off his feet – would undoubtedly lead to agony. Perhaps it would bring his miserable life to its end quicker, but apart from that, there was no point in struggling any longer to live in this godforsaken world. He had done his part and now he was little more than history; all he could do was hope that Near would live up to his expectations and bring Kira to justice. However, apart from that, there was nothing more Mello felt necessary to do.

His vision was blurred to an extent where he could barely make out the shapes in front of him. There was a few creaks of concrete slabs falling on one another and Mello could hear someone cough chest-wrenchingly hard a few metres away. Exhausted, the blonde was about to shut his eyes for the very last time, when a person came into view. Or, rather, a blurred version of what was a person. Mello could make out a flash of red hair, black gloves... No, this had to be some kind of deathly dream, a memory-like vision that perhaps comforted the brain at this state.

"Mello?" The voice had a distinct British accent about it, one that Mello gave way to an Americanised alternative. The black gloves came closer into Mello's view and, before he knew it, they were on his shoulders. The pain was excruciating, but Mello put in all his might not to appear weak. That was the last thing he wanted to be remembered as (if he was remembered at all). Mello tried to say something, an objection, but words failed him. All he could feel was the hurt that engulfed him and the constant yearning of death that came with it.

Suddenly, Mello realised he was no longer on the ground; was this him rising into an afterlife of sorts? Whilst he was never certain whether to believe things such as petty as that, it seemed almost the only answer to this levitation. Yet something wasn't right. The horrific pain still continued, and he wasn't raising any higher. He was moving, but instead of upwards, he had begun to go forwards. He craned his neck slightly and saw the flash of red hair once again. He was being carried; he suddenly felt foolish for thinking otherwise.

Mello couldn't stay alert much longer. With his breaths becoming heavier, he slowly gave way to a deep slumber, not caring whether it would be eternal or not...

*

Matt held Mello securely, wary of the fear that he may drop him. Mello wasn't heavy by all means, but that didn't mean the task was necessarily an easy one. Coughing at the clouds of dust that appeared from the wreckage, Matt couldn't help but wonder exactly how this happened. Did Mello cause such destruction? It had been nearly five years since they last saw one another, and Matt was unsure of whether he'd have changed enough to risk his own life as well as others. At Wammy's, he was certainly aggressive, but would he do something like this? If so, why?

Mello seemed to have fallen asleep, but he was certainly conscious. Matt smiled ruefully, despite himself. Mello had always been a fighter; Matt could not imagine the pain he must be in, yet he wasn't letting go. Matt had always admired that streak in him and aimed to aspire to it himself. If he felt that he was suffering, or that he couldn't go on much longer, he would remember Mello's warm smile and "do it for him". It seemed a little stupid to Matt that he used Mello as a coping mechanism, yet it often gave him confidence nevertheless.

Matt stepped over a large, unidentifiable object before finding himself outside the wreckage. What should he do now? He couldn't take Mello to the hospital - there would be questions that he wouldn't be able to answer - but he needed medical attention. Sighing, Matt decided it would be best if he just took him to the flat he was renting out for a while. That way, Mello would be able to feel comfortable and was more likely to get better emotionally, whether or not he could physically. However, he wanted the best for him and Matt's mind was made up.

Matt had driven here by car and the red Ford stood at the end of the road, a little battered yet reliable nonetheless. Opening the door on the passenger side, Matt carefully shifted Mello from his arms to the seat. Then, getting into the other side, Matt began the engine and quickly glanced at Mello. Damn, he was so beautiful. Even in the state he was in. Matt blushed at this sudden thought, feeling guilty for admiring Mello when he was in such pain.

"You'll be alright," Matt told Mello, although he may as well have been saying it to assure himself, "You are always alright in the end. Nothing can ever hurt you."