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Character(s): Mello (chocolatefetish) and Matt (nicotinic).
Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥

Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.

Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.

As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.

He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?

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Turning his head a bit to look up at the blond, he frowned, watching him and searching his eyes. Waiting a moment, he leaned up and kissed him lightly. "I won't ever leave you, I don't care what this place does. I won't leave, I swear it." He didn't know how he could possibly promise such a thing given how supposedly unpredictable the place was, but there was no way he was going to live without Mello again.

Matt sat in silence, watching as Mello unwrapped his chocolate and resting his chin on the blond's chest to observe. He liked to look at Mello; not only because he was damn attractive, but he was graceful and unpredictable and incredible, and Matt didn't want to look away in fear of missing something. But he eventually did, resting his head flat against Mello's chest, pressing his ear against his heart, listening to it. He was glad that he could hear it beating, another testament to the fact they were alive. Hand came to rest on his counterpart's stomach, thumb stroking back and forth over it gently.

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"Good. Don't." Such simple words to hold so much emotion, though he tried to mask it. Not that Mello had ever been good at hiding his feelings.

He sighed at Matt's hand caressing him, almost content. "A weird feeling, isn't it? Suddenly being alive again." Mello hadn't missed Matt listening to his heart beat nor what it might mean; he remembered marveling at it, too. All the little signs of life, even breathing, felt different now that he remembering dying, when it all came to an end. It didn't make him more careful, not much could do that, but he was more aware of what he had to lose. Which tally now definitely included the man in his bed, for all he hadn't expected it to in quite this way.

"When I first came here, I thought I was still dead."

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"Won't, not ever." Smiling a little, he leaned down to kiss his jaw, sighing against it. He couldn't imagine leaving him.

Hand didn't move from Mello's stomach, thumb still rubbing against it gently, satisfied smile on his lips. The hum inside Mello's chest as he spoke made a pleasant vibration against the side of Matt's head, causing him to smile. "Mm, it is." He wasn't complaining, though, especially if Mello was there with him. If he wasn't, then yeah, he might have a problem with it. He'd rather be stuck in some piece of shit limbo or purgatory if Mello were there, rather than wherever-the-fuck they'd landed and been without his blond partner. Yeah, fuck that.

Still listening to his heartbeat, he almost missed what Mello said. As soon as it clicked, Matt's head shot up, turning to look at him with a bit of a frown. Hand on his stomach stopped moving, resting flat against it. "Why?"

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Mello laughed. "Why wouldn't I? Last thing I remembered was dying, then I see these huge gates with a line of people at them. What else would I think?" He frowned, remembering. "Then some jerk attacked me, but he told me I was alive." Truthfully, he still found it hard to believe. But he certainly seemed alive and with continued lack of evidence to disprove the perception, Mello accepted it as at least probable. If he were still dead, it didn't seem to matter, though it was kind of annoying to still have to worry about all the little tediums of life like paying rent after death.

"What did you think?" Matt seemed so surprised that Mello had to wonder. Had he known he was alive again right away?

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"Nn, right, sorry." He hadn't really thought of it like that when he popped up there. Wait, what? "Someone attacked you?" Matt frowned, instantly becoming concerned about Mello and what had happened. Sure, for all Matt knew, it could have been weeks or months ago! But damn he was still worried all the same. It wasn't like it was every day (well, not really) that Mello was getting attacked by 'some jerk'. Generally it was expected of people to go at him, but after he'd died and gone somewhere where neither of them knew anyone? Well, that was weird.

"What did I think? Nn..." Matt trailed off, thinking. When he'd first woken up outside the domes, his body ached a little, but he wasn't bleeding. Hell, his clothes were all in one piece, even! His heart was beating, he was breathing. He'd thought... "I thought it was all a nightmare. Dying. Being without you." He shrugged, not really wanting to think about it. All it did was make him feel even more upset.

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"Yeah. Some sort of psycho, but I haven't seen him since." Mello shrugged; the attack itself hadn't bothered him particularly, though he hadn't liked the feeling of being easily overpowered. Since nothing else had happened, he hadn't worried about it.

Mello sighed at Matt's answer. "Wish it were." If it were all a nightmare, they could wake up, try again. Get it right this time. "Guess this is the next best thing." Maybe even better if they were together; he wouldn't have to worry about Kira or the case. Just do whatever, try to have the life he couldn't even imagine before. It was possible, right?