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annitor

          Matt grinds the halfway finished cigarette into the table, frustrated with himself. After three years he finally managed to locate Near and get himself the equipment to hack into his database, if only for a short moment. Luck had been on his side; Near had actually located Mello---- a good thing, too, because he'd gone through too much shit to fuck up and hit a wall now. If it hadn't been for Mello's sake...

          He has personally checked every hideout the SPK has been watching and upon finding the one the mafia occupied at the moment, has placed a camera near the entrance. It's not nearly enough to keep tabs on Mello, but it's all Matt has. Now all he needs is a plan to approach him, to get back into his life. It's been a week already and there's no way they're staying in the same hideout for much longer; Matt needs to act quick if he doesn't want to lose everything again. He doesn't have what it takes to pick himself up again in case he does.

          Movement in the camera feed catches his attention and he leans closer to make out what's happening; the feed is grainy as hell and Matt can barely make out the word police in the back of a uniform before a group of men rushes into the hideout. Fuck. Matt freezes for all of three seconds before he's already out of the door, all thoughts outside fuck, shit, Mello gone from his head as he somehow manages to get into his car – stolen – and drive to the hideout. What he's going to do once he gets there, he has no idea, but if the men in the police uniforms get to Mello before he does he's fucked. He makes it in record time, having no memory of the ride; he's memorised the route to last detail during the last few days. It's a miracle the car and Matt are still in one piece when he gets there, but he doesn't care about that. He peers into the darkness, trying to assess the situation, when----

          Matt's heart stops the moment everything goes to hell in one big bang. His eyes widen in disbelief as the hideout fucking explodes – Mello always had a flair for the dramatics, but this is too fucking much – and the building collapses on itself as the roof and the walls break apart and the realisation that Mello is still inside hits him like a train, fast and more painful than anything he's experienced so far.

                    ❛ Mello----! ❜

          What starts as a scream dies before it even reaches its peak, turning into a pathetic choking sound, a hand halted in the air midway, desperately reaching for -- what? His hand? He's not reaching back for you, Matt, he doesn't even know you're here. He might not even be alive----

          He feels himself fall apart alongside with the building, leaving him scrambling to collect the pieces because he doesn't have the time for a fucking breakdown. Get a hold of yourself you useless piece ofshit, get out of the car and go already!

                    What's the point? He's probably dead.

          It's that thought, denied and pushed far, far away that pushes Matt into action, out of the car and towards the collapsing building. He's working on autopilot now, his entire existence focused on finding Mello because if he's gone so it Matt; the past four years, his entire life, meaningless without him; there is nothing without Mello, nothing. He stops in the shadows, spotting the police before the entrance, gesturing rapidly and speaking in loud voices though Matt cannot make out the words. They're still waiting for their comrades, which means they survived the explosion, that's good---- Mello must've as well. But that also means he can't go through the front door, and he shouldn't; knowing Mello -- and Matt does, even after all this time, he has to; Mello doesn't give up before he becomes the best and dying would mean losing so he can't. be. dead. – there must be another way out. He circles the building, minding the police and the cameras he knows are placed around the area. All he can see is smoke and debris as he gets closer and doubt threatens to overtake his mind, turn his desperation into despair because there's no way anyone, not even Mello, could survive something like that.

          Matt pauses in his steps and presses his palms against his goggles so hard it hurts. ❛ Focus, Matt. He's not -- he – Mello---- ❜ The pain helps a little and Matt forces himself to breathe, to heave his lungs full of the smoky air and

                              there

          a body, on the ground just barely outside the hideout.

   as if she already hadn't been struggling to carry such heavy object. but now her arms were nearly about to give    legs trembling from exhaustion and the strain that she put upon herself; therefore, she lets out a sigh of r e g r e t . 

                           I should've told haru-kun to come....     ‛ ...ehh! ’

   one blink came after another; thoughts were quickly interrupted by the blond that had passed her, mistaking him for someone else the moment she saw him lead to her grabbing hold of their arm       

                                ❛ i thought i smelled somethin' rotten around. ❜

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