Authors note: Well it certainly has been sometime since I've updated. Sorry about that. Hell, I don't even know if anyone is still reading this but I don't blame you if you're not. So those that are reading please read, review and enjoy.

And they all fall down

It looked like a death room despite the huge production they were putting on trying to make it seem like she was only sick. Mello stood by his ailing mother holding her hand while Near sat opposing him with his head beside her. For all they knew she was contagious, she wasn't but only Mail and Raito knew that. For his part he stood quietly to the side away from the many nurses and doctors that were attempting to save this woman's life.

"Mama." Mello's voice sounded soft and her eyes didn't open. "They'll help you mama, I promise." Mail was doing everything in his power not to snort but they were watching him. Everyone in the room was watching him for one reason or another. What place did the King's whore have in the death chamber of his Queen? None. Even to Mail it didn't make much sense as to why they forced him to come in here. He was by all means bored but Mello was here and so he had to stay.

Near wasn't speaking other than quiet sobbing into her bedside. So the little runt could show some kind of emotion. It looked like they both loved mommy dearest quite a bit. L, Near's attendant, was obviously missing from the room but Mail couldn't tell why. He was forced to stay here for Mello and yet L could wander around the castle like the queen wasn't dying in her bedroom. He rolled his eyes.

Queen Misa's eyes had sunken deeply into her head leaving dark pit looking holes there. Her normally porcelain skin had a milky white quality now, she looked almost translucent. It was clear to tell that she was going to pass and soon. Mail wished that she would just get it over with so that he could go but then again his next few days would be filled with comforting a hurting Prince Mello and he winced. He hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Mama?" Mello's voice was even softer now. "Mama?" He tightened his grip on her hand several emotions running across his face at once. Mail's head tilted to the side and he realized that she had passed, quietly. He frowned. He had hoped for a lot more convulsing; even a few goodbyes would have been comical. Instead she passed like she was sleeping. At least she wouldn't have a pretty corpse.

"My Lord." Mail's voice was soft as he placed a hand on the others shoulder. He wasn't sure how to calm two kids that had watched their mother die. Near looked traumatized and inwardly somewhere deep down Mail knew what was coming.

xXx

The screaming wouldn't stop, hadn't stop. It had to be punishment for what he did it just had to be." Mail lay in bed with his head covered by the down filled pillow. Near's screams for his mother had started the second he realized she had passed and hadn't stopped since. He was with Raito now but that hadn't even lessened the screaming. If anything he had screamed louder as if seeing his father made the passing of his mother final.

"Oh my God." Mail rolled over opening his eyes to see Mello standing in the middle of the floor. He hadn't heard him come in…actually with the pillow over his head he couldn't hear him come in. He looked deathly pale but not in the same way Misa did. Mail could tell by the look on his face he was hurting but it wasn't like he knew what to say to someone that had lost their mother. No one said anything to him when he lost his.

"Matt?" Mello's voice was still quiet. He sat down heavily at the end of the bed. "Matt she didn't wake up. I couldn't talk to her…she couldn't hear me…" A tear slipped down the side of cheek.

Mail ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn't equipped to deal with this. "Did you really want her to?" He questioned aloud watching the other's head snap in his direction. "I mean she was in pain, right? Did you want her feeling that as she passed?" He watched the other think about it and after a few minutes he shook his head. "Then stop wishing she woke up. There was nothing her waking up would have fixed."

Mello felt him crawl to the end of the bed to sit beside him. Slowly he leaned against the other allowing him to hold him up. "You really are a terrible person."

"The worst you've probably ever met." Mail replied almost instantly. It didn't bother him to say that because it was true. The Prince didn't meet many people and he doubted many of them were murderers. He thought about it and corrected himself. He ate breakfast every morning with a sadistic murderer.

Mello nuzzled down deeper into Mail. It bothered him that the other just sat there. There was no sadness in him, if anything he seemed more still than ever. "What happened to you to make you the way you are?"

Mail blinked slowly. "I don't know. Life." He replied lightly as if avoiding the question itself. "Would it make you feel better to hit me?" He asked softly feeling Mello sit back up. "You can, hit me I mean." He felt the others eyes on him but he never looked at him. Instead he continued to stare at the mirror watching Mello through it instead.

"Why would I want to hit you?" he asked seriously. The other just shrugged slowly. "Why?" He asked more annoyed.

He glanced over finally. There was something there, something deep that was fighting to come to the surface. "Because your mother hated me. Because she plotted to have me killed multiple times. Because I'm your father's whore."

Mello blinked, "She plotted to kill you?" He asked quietly as Mail nodded slowly. "When?"

Mail didn't respond instead he went back to staring through the mirror. It was like the other had shut down completely. He had never seen the other like this.

"Answer me." he hissed feeling the annoyance bubbling. Still the other didn't answer him but continued to watch. Before he knew it he had the other by the shirt his hand coming down firmly against his face. "Don't say shit and then suddenly stop!" He nearly screamed his hand continuing to slap the other. His hand burned, bruised as he slapped him. Finally as his lungs burned he stopped and dropped the other. He half expected Mail to fall back onto the bed unconscious or at least whimpering. Instead the red head looked back up at him, face bruised and blinked as if none of the hits hurt him. "What is wrong with you?" He asked not expecting an answer.

Mail's eyes closed for several seconds before opening again. "Did you want to hit me more?" He questioned watching the others eyes widen in confusion. "Do you think a few hits could hurt me Prince Mello?" His voice was sarcastic as he stood advancing on the other. Mello backed into the mirror breathing heavily still. "Did you think I would cry?" He asked his voice dripping with something Mello had never heard from him before…seduction.

Up close he could see that his hits had done much less than he had believed. Mail's face was reddening but only in about three places on his actual face. He was positive now that he missed his face a majority of the time.

"Hit me Prince Mello." He grabbed the others hand placing it on his throat. "Choke me." He tilted his head back for the other. "Do you get off on causing pain to others?"

Mello snatched his hand back nearly as soon as the other let go. What scared him the most was that he almost tightened his grip. "Is that what my father does to you?" He spat trying to keep his calm while staring directly into the deep green abyss of the others eyes. Slowly Mail shook his head a smirk appearing on his lips as Mello slapped him again. "You're fucking sick Matt."

The strike had knocked the other away and Mello watched him stagger. If he regained his senses he would just advance on him again. He strode forward snatching the other by the hair and bringing his hand harder against the others face. He'd bruise him so that even his father wouldn't want to look at him. He heard the groan escape from the other as he pressed him against the door his hand back on his neck. His grip tightened just enough to slow his air flow and keep him in place.

Mail gasped, "Are you doing this because mommy died or are you really upset at me?" His voice held humor and it boiled Mello's blood. He didn't answer completing his hold so that the other couldn't speak. His voice infuriated him.

"Is this some kind of sick fucking joke to you?" He growled using his grip on the other to ram his head against the door. Mail's eyes snapped open before the confused moan left his lips. Mello repeated the movement succeeding in getting the other to gasp. He was trying to speak but it was too late. All Mello could see was red…anger… "Is it?" He screamed feeling the others hands wrap in his shirt beginning to claw. He threw him sideways into the wooden chair where he barely caught himself before collapsing onto the cool floors.

Mail was curled on the floor breathing in deeply. He didn't see the other coming for him again, dragging him across the room and slinging him onto his bed. The red head didn't look nearly as frightened as Mello suspected that he should. Now that he thought about it the other hadn't looked frightened through the rest of it. He watched the interested green gaze and realized the other was enjoying himself. He grabbed for the other managing to snatch his cheeks and hold him still. There was so much amusement there…so much interest. Mello could see it all glittering just under those green eyes.

Mello opened his mouth to speak before the hands grabbed his shirt to pull him down. He braced himself on the bed to not fall on Mail but the minute their lips met he knew that this had been the others plan the whole time. He still couldn't stop his hand from letting go and allowing himself to fall so that he could gnarl his fingers in silky red tresses. This was wrong. Wrong wasn't the right word but Mello couldn't think of what the word was. He felt his hands pulling at the others shirt and the breathless moan from the red head.

Wrong was the wrong word for it. The word he was looking for was Right.