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3 Months, 6 Days, In Counting by ~Rosa-Nera:iconRosa-Nera:

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When I saw his body slumped against the railing on the stairs of the apartment building, I cried. I screamed, and I shouted, and I cried. There was nothing else I could do to show exactly how I felt about the sight. His coat looked heavy and wet from the rain, despite how the drops rolled off it’s slick leather exterior. Once wheat colored hair was matted and singed, one side dyed brown and clumped together from the dried blood that had now caked every corner of his torn, charred and mutilated face. Anyone who knew him wouldn’t have recognized him in this state, but I did. I knew who it was before I heard that tocsin echo through the apartment to tell me someone was downstairs for me. The smell of burnt flesh hung rancid on him and as I went to lift his body off the steps and onto my back his seemingly dead body wailed, and I shuddered as the sound traveled through every part of my being. I’d never heard anyone make such a horrific sound as Mihael did right then and there. I couldn’t do much to help him, for I’d never had to bandage anyone or help them like he needed the help. I knew how; I’d read it and seen it on television, but doing it to him…I wouldn’t be able to properly treat his injuries. Mihael refused to go to the hospital because he didn’t want a record of his injuries at Kira’s disposal. We knew who he was, and we knew he would try to find Mihael.
His limp, defeated body laid on the ratty old couch that sat practically alone in my empty apartment’s living room. I had the money for a nicer place and hell, I should have gotten one. But I didn’t need anything complicated. I just wished now that I’d the space to house Mihael instead of having him lay there. He insisted on sleeping there and not in my bed, though. Perhaps he felt he was a burden on me, but the truth was he wasn’t. Mihael never was..
Every day, I checked on Mihael. He was almost always asleep, or in too much pain to talk to me. He couldn’t even smile at me… Whenever he moved, I could hear the revolting sound of the skin that had melted with his leather vest ripping itself away from the material of his clothing. Mihael’s teeth clenched together each time, his face attempting to contort into something to escape the possibility of screaming. I planned on getting him to sit up one day soon so I could remove that vest.
Every time I saw that, I cried.
The first night he slept in my house I slept on the floor next to him, like the dog I am. The whole night, he cursed and shifted and fussed in his spot, trying to get comfortable but knowing he’d never be able to. I could barely sleep, and he didn’t dream on doing so. As my eyes grew heavier, and my muscles limp, Mihael let out a sigh, and he whispered something. To my disappointment, I knew not what it meant. A Latin prayer, most likely. Probably one of the ones he said when he was little and we lived in the orphanage. Mayhap it was the one he uttered when he was scared…I didn’t remember it. As my eyes grew heavier, and his words grew softer, I cried.
With every morning, his strength returned. I was even able to coax him into letting me take off his vest. It proved harder than I had imagined, and Mihael yelped and whined all the while. It was heart wrenching to hear him making those sounds. Mihael wasn’t one to show his weaknesses, or his pains. I was the one that did that, not him! But now, I was the one that had to be placid while he was the one that cried. I spent the rest of the day doing something I’d never want to do again; cleaning burns. I knew I’d have to, but the thought remains. It were these moments that made me really comprehend just how bad a condition he was in and that I was inadequate for helping him. Still, Mihael insisted that I helped him. Me and no one else. I’d start cleaning something here, and something would start bleeding there. I had to go out and buy several more rolls of gauze and medical tape by the time I was done wrapping him up. 2 hours of carefully cleaning those burns down his left side left me wanting to throw up.  Believe me, I did afterwards. Neither of us had been able to really eat anything that night, but I forced Mihael to down several pieces of bread so he could take some pain killers. Not that they helped, really. That night - the fourth night - Mihael slept.
It had been a week now since Mihael had shown up, and he was starting to be more active during the day. Now instead of grunting, he’d reply with a yes or a no. It was an improvement, no matter how miniscule it was. He was able to sit up on his own instead of me having to lift him up, and his appetite was returning. As expected, the first thing he wanted to eat was chocolate, but when he tried to eat it, taking a bite out of it proved to be challenging. It hurt his face, which was odd considering he could eat an decent assortment of other things. No matter, he kept trying until all the bars I’d bought him were down, and his lips bent into a wry grin. For the first time in weeks, I smiled.
It was 3 months after Mihael’s arrival and he was now up and walking around in the apartment, occasionally needing to stop and remember to pace himself. He claimed that his left side was practically numb, and that he couldn’t see out of that eye. I felt really bad for him. That is, until he managed to hit me in the back when I looked at him funny one day. I forced him to keep his bandages on, even though he tried to fight me tooth and nail to have them off. Today, we went out to eat. Mihael’s choice of restaurant with me paying the absurdly expensive bill. I didn’t mind but…he didn’t have to steal my dessert.  I only had something to drink, but most of the bill consisted of him ordering the most delicious and expensive foods he could find. After that, I was dragged along to a candy store, where he tried to persuade me into buying him more chocolate, claiming now he could enjoy it instead of relearning how to eat it. Lies, I say. Nevertheless, I caved in and bought him about 2 pounds of the sickening stuff. I was lucky enough to even have money for my cigarettes that day. Oh, which reminds me, now that he had the strength to complain, he forced me to smoke outside on the balcony. I couldn’t even smoke while I read, or played my games. I couldn’t complain though, I’d gotten exactly what I’d wished for only days before Mihael showed up;  I wanted things like they were before he left me all alone to wait for him to come back.
©2008-2009 ~Rosa-Nera
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This is either a one shot, or a possible prologue to something I'll continue in the future. But so far, this is all the writing I've got in me at the moment. Also, it's my first major sort of attempt at a fan-fiction. It's easier than writing with original characters, go figure. *shrug*

I used Mello's real name because I always thought they'd use 'mello' and 'matt' when they had to. Here, Matt never had to.


Part 1: Stay:
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Part 2: Anger:
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Part 3: Curse:
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Part 4: Nightmare:
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Part 5: Schadenfreude:
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I give *Mello-x-Matt permission to post this.
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~KfanNerd713:iconKfanNerd713: May 18, 2008, 9:22:04 PM
That's so cute :D

MxM is laaaahvv

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~MissLollipop86:iconMissLollipop86: May 19, 2008, 1:37:28 AM
This is deeply moving soooo nicely .... how looks Matt after Mello (<-- is this a right english? O.o)
Really very nicely written.

:heart: MelloxMatt:heart:
My love : )

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This is MATTness !!!! [link]
=FightingSoul:iconFightingSoul: May 19, 2008, 1:57:12 AM
spacing woman! S P A C E. (~_~ good thing dA has this strange 3 button things up there for me to use. (o.o

*nauseated* ew. gross. i've looked at open infected wounds before. not pretty. under those circumstances, PAIN KILLER IS JESUS. (@_X

my impression:
M: you have what i want? (o_o GIMMEH NOW. *takes*
M2: i'm happy to serve. :paranoid: *inwardly happy*

PSH. why do you girls call this kinda stories pairings? wouldn't you do these things for a friend? (if you can afford it xD)

i mean, what compassionate human being is going to leave their friend in pain to their own devices while being incapable of caring for themselves! D:

okay, before i bring in topics completely unrelated, i'll say: i like this story. a lot. mainly because it's what friends do: help each other no matter what cause when someone is in such a state of weakness and comes to another, that person is where trust lies strongest.

yes i think too much. *shuts up* |D;;
~Rosa-Nera:iconRosa-Nera: May 19, 2008, 12:19:44 PM
What about spacing? XD *confused*

Sorry about that D: *scratches back of head* Didn't meant to gross you out. Pain killers help sometimes D: But I've had some pretty bad infected cuts and shit and it doesn't help completely *headdesk* I'd sliced my knee open ( should've gotten stitches but i didn't) on my dad's tailgate, and it got infected and UGH it was disgusting.

Lol XDD silly goose.

I see this as friends doing it too c: I gave it to MxM cause..well, it has both of them in it? XD I dunno. I mean, a pairing doesn't have to be lovers or something like that, imo.

That's what i was trying to portray!! X3 :heart: and you don't think too much at all, lovely~ :D I like the way you think, anyway. Always complicated and fun to read.

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Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn!
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~Rosa-Nera:iconRosa-Nera: May 19, 2008, 12:21:06 PM
I'm glad you found it so moving :heart: ( and I believe that's proper English~ )

Thank yoou <33

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Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn!
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~Rosa-Nera:iconRosa-Nera: May 19, 2008, 12:21:16 PM
X3 thanks~ yush it is!

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Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn!
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Beweise her oder Maul halten!
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Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn!
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=FightingSoul:iconFightingSoul: May 20, 2008, 1:31:11 AM
i mean use paragraphs for, maybe whenever an idea/point discussed shifts. *lacks skill to describe*

and double space. well, that doesn't bug me since i can customize how the words look.. eh. *shot*

haha! it only grossed me for a sec.
go rob the hospital of it's morphine! and antibiotic. and antiseptic. omg wtf are you doing running around with an open wound? (o_o

i'm going to read your part two before going to hide in my ACed room away from this infernal HEAT. akjbsxsexde
~Rosa-Nera:iconRosa-Nera: May 20, 2008, 1:26:34 PM
Oooh. I did, but dA is retarded with text. And when we're changing from paragraph to paragraph, the school's pounded into our head the idea that we're not supposed to leave spaces between the paragraphs. So it kinda doesn't look like there's a new one x_x but they're there. It's a hard habit that I have to try and break.

Good idea. We should make a recipe for morphine cookies. XDD
D: Dad didn't say I needed them, and mom did. But at the time we didn't have the money to go and get it done and dad would have been like " e_e she doesn't need them, she has a bandage on it.. *facepalm* " That's what happens when you're parents are split apart XD two totally different ideas of what has to be done. But it was all naaasty and junk D: I have this ugly scar, too. =A= looks like someone took an iron-bristled brush to my knee.

omg AC. D: I need one of those for when it gets hot here. wanna share yours? XD *shot*

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Aus den Augen, aus dem Sinn!
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Beweise her oder Maul halten!
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Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn!
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=FightingSoul:iconFightingSoul: May 20, 2008, 5:12:31 PM
oh, you're taught that style. ('__'/ ...
here, we get screwed if there is no double spacing. it was the same hand written or typed out. (@_@?? what the heck has spacing got to do with languages!? <-deliberately misses point.

XD talk about spiked food! *gobbles half plate and passes out for a month*
(0__0 your dad is NUTS. whether you're a guy or gall, bacterias have no mercy darn it!
*pat pat* haha, i get scraps and mysterious bruises every other day. and my face tends to get scared for WEEKS from the annoying things that grow on my face. (=A=|||||| *wears paperbag*
(^_^ SO, we're both equally screwed when it comes to skin.

: D of course you can use it! i don't pay the bills! XD *shot* <--freeloader
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