HeartBreak (Mello x Fem!Reader Fanfic) Revised Ver.

Chapter 50: Rising Tensions

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Mello..." My voice is barely above a whisper as I feel a strange mix of sadness and anger. "You can't... You can't be serious" I plead, I want this to be some big joke, a cruel one at that, but I could live with it. Not this.

"I am serious" he tells me, there is no hint of amusement in his voice, no jokes. This isn't some sick joke... He's telling the truth.

"Before you say anything else, it's not because I'm being cruel..." He begins to explain to me. "It's just... Communication between Matt and I isn't essential for the success of our plan".

"No"

Mello turns to look at me in surprise at my words, "I'm not going home, not until we're done here" I stand my ground against him. We have a job to do, and I plan to see it through until the end. "Y/n)..." Mello breaths in a deep, irritated breath. "Don't make this any harder than it already is" he tells me.

"I'm making this hard? Your the one who made this decision without me!" I raise my voice at him as my anger begins to rise with each response, Mello seems like he is trying to maintain his cool but I know he can't hold onto it for much longer.

"I'm trying to protect you, why can't you see that?!" He yells back, and although his words seem genuine and sweet, he has a very strange way of showing it. Angrily, I retort. "I don't need your protection, I can handle myself!" I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be a screaming match between us. We've fought in the past, about smaller things, but never like this and I hate it. I don't want to fight, but there is no way I'm going to roll over and accept him sending me back home. I've poured too much work, to much time into this investigation to just... Throw it all away.

"You won't be saying that when you end up in prison or in a body bag, is that what you want?!" He asks me through gritted teeth, with each passing sentence, the both of us are becoming more and more riled up.

I don't want to die, nobody in their right mind does. I knew what kind of path lied ahead of me when I agreed to help Mello uncover and incriminate the most dangerous serial killer of all time, and perhaps forever. It wasn't always like that, when I was faced with that question I was afraid, I had a whole life ahead of me. But... If Kira is left to reign on this world, then how many other people's lives will be cut short..?

Mello, he was the one who helped me accept this, he helped me understand what is really important. For him to just... Throw it all away and say it doesn't matter any more is nothing but an insult.

"I've already accepted the risks of this investigation, Mello! You're the one who ask me if putting my life on the line was worth it! Well... I know that it is!" I proclaim as my hand comes to push against my chest. With an irritated sigh, I get up from the sofa. "I don't want to talk about this shit anymore, just leave me alone!" I yelled as I turn around to walk back to my room where I can calm down.

"You really think you're untouchable, you think we'll all just come out of this and paint the town red?! This is the real, horrible reality of the world (Y/n) and you need to WAKE UP" Mello stands to his feet as he strides over to me, gripping my shoulder and turning me around to face him. He isn't finished, but I am.

Coming from the hallway, I barely notice that Matt has come out from his room, hearing the commotion between the two of us, "Mello, (Y/n), you're going to get us kicked out of you keep screaming at each other-" His words are ignored by Mello, unfortunately.

"Your going home, you can cry and whine as much as you want but I. Don't. Care" He pauses his words for emphasis as I see a fire in his eyes I have never seen before. My breathing is becoming shaky as my anger only climbs higher. "You..!" My hands begin to shake as I am only a thread away from punching him in the face. "You stubborn ASSHOLE!" Mello roughly grabbing the collar of my shirt, "you're GOING!" He yells as he pulls me closer to his face as my fear dissipates and is replaced by fear.

This. This is the first time I've ever felt truly afraid of him. I have feared his actions, his words... But never... Him.

Before either one of us could react however, I see a hand shove Mello away from me before a fist punches him, hard, across his face which causes the blond to stumble back.

Turning to my side, I see Matt breathing heavy with a flash of fear on his eyes as the room fell quiet. Mello's anger slowly begins to disappear as the silence lingers in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Take a walk, man... Cool off" Matt says to Mello, his usually calm voice is barely above a whisper. As Mello walks past me, however, I see his eyes become glassy before opening the door to the apartment, closing it behind him as his steps can he heard down the hallway. Mello... Was he-.

"Are you okay..?" I hear the brunet ask me as I turn to face him. Even after punching someone like Mello in the face and telling him to go, the brunet seems... Rather calm. Calmer than I felt in the middle of it all. "Yeah, I'm okay..." I mutter as I walk past him and sit back on the sofa where I was earlier. Matt walks after me and sits down where Mello was earlier.

I'm not sure how much time passed before one of us spoke again, a few seconds, a few minutes maybe? Nobody was keeping track of time. Nobody cared.

"Why did you do that..?" I asked the brunet, he turns to face me so we are now looking at one another. "Do what..?" He asks.

"I think you know what I'm talking about" I tell him, though his expression tells me otherwise. So I elaborate. "Why did you punch Mello?" I ask. My mind goes back to that moment, when I saw the anger of a monster in my eyes as he gripped my shirt. Something felt strange to me however. Before Matt pushed him away, I thought I saw a glimmer of regret in Mello's eyes, I could feel him beginning to let go of my shirt too. Or... Is that just what I wanted to see? What I wanted to feel? It all happened so fast, I don't know what to think...

"I thought..." Matt confesses, "he was going to hurt you". Although his words seemed to make sense, Matt has never physically got himself involved in a fight, ones even worse than this. So... What makes this different? There must me more to it than that. "It was like your life was flashing before your eyes, Matt" I tell him, but he does not respond to me, not right away.

He relaxed into the sofa as his eyes focused on the ceiling above us, like he is in his own little world as his bangs lay over his eyes.

"That fight... It reminded me of someone I loved the most in this world" He tells me, "and someone else I wish I could forget..."

"My mum... And my dad"