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"Don’t say such self degrading things, Mello. I understand what you did. I understand why you did it. It hurt, yes, it hurt like a bullet wound, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re alive, and I’m alive, and we have bigger things to deal with. We can battle our tragic back stories later." He was fairly concerned for the others well being, so he just kept hugging him as though he could take the pain away. "You know full well I’m not leaving. What was it you used to call me..? A glue stick without a lid, sticking to you wherever you went." He laughed at the memory. 

"I’m going to continue stick to you like a glue stick, and help you get your sanity back. I’ve always been good at that." He finally released the blond, stepping back with a smile. He’d always been good at letting things slide, even if he was still hurt. Time heals all wounds… right? 

     During the embrace, the hoodlum's tensed muscles gradually relaxed as the hacker spoke. It was strange, how Matt could frustrate him to no end at times, but manage to effortlessly calm him down at other times. Letting out a sigh, Mello tightened his grip on the other male as a sort of "thank you" before he was released. Despite the fact that Matt would most likely never forgive him for leaving, the leather-clad blond wasn't so distressed anymore. 

It took a moment for him to recognize what had been said. “Woah, woah. Hold on there. Worthless reject? Yeah, no. You’re my best friend, dickweed. Of course I came looking for you.” At least Mail hadn’t lost his awful vocabulary in the time they’d been apart.

     The hoodlum was never one to become overly sentimental so easily, or even outwardly apologetic unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. It was more than necessary this time; the guilt he felt was real and he needed the hacker to know it was genuine before it ate him alive. 

The few moment where Mello had just stared at him… Matt had never been more terrified in his life. His feet were rooted to the spot and was only aware of the rushing of blood in his ears- it was only when Mello had finally said his name that the redhead realized he’d forgotten to breathe. A sigh of relief shuddered through him, before he felt his knees go weak with the same rush of happiness. 

"Of course I’m looking for you, idiot." He’d spent the entirety of his Wammy funds on the plane ticket. As soon as both Near and Mello had left, he was number 1, which brought certain financial benefits. He’d stayed for about a month, but even then the slight trickle of cash that Near hadn’t taken was enough for him to buy plane tickets. He’d figured out what city Mello was probably in and gotten on the first flight. The gamer had even pawned away most his gaming systems for food.

"So how did you end up in a dump like this, anyway?" Quick, change the subject before Mello gets mad at you for being so reckless. 

     "You idiot!" Ignoring the follow-up question entirely, Mello promptly stuck the firearm down the front of his pants and stomped up to the gamer, proceeding to smack him upside the head. "What the hell were you thinking?! Leaving Wammy's to look for some worthless reject? You could've died and I never--!" The blond stopped himself before he let the word 'goodbye' slip. He hated goodbyes. 

     A wave a guilt washed over him when he realized that he had left Matt behind; that he had forgotten him. How could he? Matt was his best friend. Logically, he never should've forgotten someone he was so close to. It didn't make sense. Was it amnesia? No, it couldn't have been; he remembered everything else that wasn't relating to Matt. It seemed more like selective memory, but.. ..involuntary? Mello sighed, glancing down towards his boots, attempting to take everything in. He'd figure out what the memory loss was about later; for now, he needed to be sincere. 

Hey guys! Thanks so, so so much for 100 followers! I love you all, so I made this to celebrate.

Some of you are on here more than once as different muses give me different feels or I just didn’t know which one to put, so I put both c: 

Let the celebrations begin! 

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THE  WOW ULTIMATE SHSL HELLA: Hi steve c:

     All at once, the memories flooded back to him. Matt. Mail Jeevas. The gamer/hacker he'd met at Wammy's House a few years ago. The dork obsessed with Pokémon and The Legend of Zelda, among many other games. The boy who could eat five to seven slices of pizza without vomiting three minutes later. The redhead who would sneak down to the kitchen to steal him chocolate after he'd passed out from studying all night. The loyal pup that would follow him wherever he went. The quiet kid who would hold him back when he lunged at Near. The one who became his best friend. ... The one he left.