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Mello and Matt Save the World
Chapter 2: Hope
Matt POV

Standing before the cathedral I stared up at its towering structure… The gargoyles the topped it were menacing, the statues of the saints and arch angels threatening as well… I had never been a religious man. Not an atheist but wasn't really raised on anything as far as religion goes… Mello was religious, wore a crucifix he spoke much of god and angels… fascinating stories but were few and far between. He would always ask me why I wanted to know so bad… Only now I really wish I had urged him to keep going.

I ducked through the hole in the wooden doors and wandered inside… The tapestries on the walls and artwork was above anything I had ever seen, the ceiling a lavish work of art, like several paintings in its own. The windows sharing the same figures and the carving of the cathedral, the arch angels were ruthless stabbing saints… burning others. None of it really made sense other than it being symbolism for something greater he did not yet understand.

What was sad though… the windows were boarded shut as well as the doors, closed off from the world, almost all religions were shunned. Only church of Kira was accepted. If you were not, you would die. Luckily, I legally did not exist… Or I too would have to visit their chapels and praise our "almighty lord". That Light kid must've had even more of inferiority complex then Mells to decide to have himself called that. No, no… Mells would wanna be called "almighty overlord". That'd be more his style. But either way… It was sick and twisted. People had there own rights to do whatever it was they wanted…

But it wasn't worth it to express our god given rights anymore as we'd end up in one of the concentration camps… I'm starting to wonder whether or not Kira was planning his rein after Hitler's… You know… Are they gonna start doing freaky experiments, too? Probably have already started.

Stepping over pieces of painted glass I followed the girl's muddy foot prints to the confession room… I had honestly never been in one before. Hell, I don't think I can recall ever being in a church before. Opening the slightly smaller than human door I stepped inside and sat down… What was this made for? Ommpa-loompas? Only seconds later had I noticed that behind where the priest or whatever clergy guy that belonged there was an entrance to a stair case… at the bottom was a light flashing a little like that of a TV. I peered at the wall between me and that room curiously before pressing on it gently, I felt it move open slowly, swinging into the little clergy person room part thing… Ugh. Whatever that things is.

The chair was missing so it opened farther then t should of… though I doubt it was meant to… Stepping inside I slowly began to make my way down stairs where I was greeted by a familiar scene that I never thought I'd ever see again… Something, someone I'd missed… Someone I thought to be dead till now…

It was like a dream only clearer and a fresh site that reminded me of the cobweb covered memories that even as I had savored and loved had become old, bland… stale… It was Mello. In the flesh. Lounging in a parlour chair, legs spread like he was about to get laid, same old Hershey's chocolate in hand… Same leather clothes. Same glare. Same scars. Same Mello.

…My Mello.

He was watching TV, transfixed on the latest episode of Kira's Kingdom, his expression grim and when I began to watch… I could see why. The SPK that had been caught only a short while ago was on stage, they were being ruffed up as another man talked… I couldn't quite hear what it was, the volume was low and I couldn't make out the subtitles… I swear, my eyesight was getting worse and worse…

It was only after Mello shook his head with annoyance that he flicked off the TV and stood abruptly mumbling curses… Back in the day seeing Near get beat up wouldn't have bothered either of us… But to see him so beaten, crying and desperate was just sick. We couldn't ever go that far and to see that happen was just as sad.

He turned his head towards the door and stood wide eyed staring at me… I just kinda stared back with a nervous smile that probably read "Please don't shoot me!" Or at least that's hat I meant for it to say.

"Matt… Is that you?"

"Hey Mells." In seconds I was embraced, held close… It wasn't just friendship or camaraderie. We were brothers. And this was love and rejoice. "It's been a while…" I was choking on my words, tearing up even… Nothing had really changed about that kid who burst into tears when he left… And nothing really changed about the kid who ran after him abandoning as he knew for a world with him. We were reunited. At long last… And wow, did it feel so good.