Quick Author's Notes: I didn't want to post this because I thought it sucked. I didn't even want to post it in those two communities on Livejournal, but Kuroi-chan made me.

I'm terrible at writing my favourite pairing…

I'm writing another Mellomatt story and I think it will be much, much better. Or at least, I hope…

By the way, "breathe easy, tell jokes" is my dad's philosophy on life. :D -hugs dad- Love you! X3

Breathe Easy, Tell Jokes

Matt wasn't one for planning the future. When he woke up in the mornings he never thought, Hm, what am I going to do today? He would roll out of bed, stumble around the closet looking for relatively clean clothes, and then he would spill hot coffee on himself. It was the same routine every day, and Matt didn't mind nor care.

Mello would mind. Mello would care. Mello wasn't one for the same old thing every day. He didn't focus on the present and he didn't dwell on the past. His thoughts were all about how to beat Near, how to overcome him, and how to make at least a speck of emotion appear on Near's apathetic face. Mello constantly looked to the future, always planning, always making strategies.

Sometimes Matt wondered if Mello thought about him. He didn't see Mello as the reminiscing type. But that was okay, Matt thought. He'd give up on ever seeing Mello again when he left Wammy's House. Maybe he would hear about him, but Matt wasn't hopeful. Mello was gone, a memory.

Once, a long time ago back at Wammy's, when Mello was in one of his rare serious moods, he asked Matt what he thought about life.

"Breathe easy, tell jokes," Matt had replied without looking up.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's my own personal philosophy." His voice was dull and monotone. Mello had given a little scoff but hadn't said anything more.

That was still Matt's outlook. He thought that, hell, you only live once so you might as well have fun and live in the moment right? But lately, something was different. Matt was starting to wonder more. Was he going to stay in this crappy little apartment forever? Would his neighbours ever stop thinking he was some weird druggie? Was Mello okay? Whatever happened to Near? What's been going on with all that "Kira" stuff? Was Mello okay?

Then Mello appeared, out of nowhere, on the doorstep to his apartment. Broken, beaten and burned, but alive and seething. He obviously wasn't okay. Matt stared at the sight of him, thinking it was too good to be true, and he almost smiled. But he caught himself, because that would look weird.

Mello had fainted afterwards. When he woke up to Matt tending his wounds, he told him that they were going after Kira.

"Okay," Matt said.

"'Okay'? It's a really big job, Matt. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"...Of course I can. I'd do anything for you, Mello, you know that."

Mello fingered the bandage on his arm. Matt leaned over and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm just glad you're all right."