2008
2008.01.01 Tuesday
Mello (18) seeks refuge in Matt‘s (17) flat after fleeing from his semi-failed infiltration. Mello joins Rod‘s (39) gang by presenting him the literal head of a rival mafioso.
So basically- this is when they're living apart and all, they haven't seen each other for a good while because Mello is busy scheming and trying to get into Rods gang the most dramatic way. And I don't know how exactly his plan goes but I always see him infiltrating a rival bosses HQ or crashing a party (I noted that this is around New Year's, so maybe the New Years eve party for maximum drama?) with a bunch of accomplices (they're not close, they just have the same goal) and they face off the boss and something goes wrong, someone is a little too triggerhappy and shoots the guy. And the whole group is like "WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO NOW GENIUS" while Mello is just standing there blank faced but his mind is racing, calculating a new route with the new shitty situation and at one point he just goes "Gimme your knife" and he fucking goes to town on the guy cutting his head off while his teammates lose their goddamn minds over what the fuck is happening. Mello's thoughts were "okay we wanted him alive, now we can't carry the body unnoticed out of the building, too heavy etc etc etc etc -> just the head will do" something like that. Absolutely cold and calculated. And holy shit imagine the image of him standing there in the office with the firework going off in the window behind him, head in his fist, blood leaking So the group kinda goes off seperately cause holy shit Mello is insane and he throws the head in a bag in his car or something and rides off. And while he drives, his mind is racing racing and teh thinks, I can't go back home, where the fuck do I go now. Knock knock, open up Matt can I shower
2008.01.18 Friday
Mello (18) and Matt (17) make up at a launch event from Matt’s work. Mello starts crushing on Matt.
2008.03.14 Friday
Mello (18) confesses his feelings to Matt (17).
2008.12.24 Wednesday
Rocket-Rick throws a christmas-birthday party. It‘s not mafia-based but Kal is there. Matt 100% attends. Does he bring Mello tho?
2009
2009.03.05 Thursday
Steve Mason, the head of the FBI, introduces Near (17) as L‘s real successor to US President David Hoope. Near tells David Hoope of the results of his own inquiries into Kira, including L‘s death and the existence of the Death Note.
2009.03.12 Thursday
The SPK is created. SPK agent Ill Ratt discretely informs Mello (19) about the Death Note and that it is in the hands of the Japanese NPA.
2009.04.01 Wednesday
Light (23) enters the NPA under the Intelligence and Information Bureau.
2009.06.13-14 Saturday-Sunday
The Mafia Wedding. Rod Ross‘ sister Brianna marries a guy from another mafia family.
2009, July
Mellos parents call him every now and then when he’s living in L.A.. He’s usually super stressed about this and vents to Matt about it. “Oof, be glad your dad never calls you and gets on your nerves…” but Matt is thinking “Well, I’d love to talk to him sometime, actually.” He researches where Chris lives now (don’t ask, I have no idea how he got the information) and calls him one night in a quiet moment.
”Hello?” ”… Is this Chris Jeevas?” ”… ‘scuse me, who is this?” ”It’s Miles.” Chris doesn’t recognise Matts voice at first, of course, but breaks down crying immediately after hearing “Miles”. They both need a moment swallowing their tears before actually talking. Matt keeps things vague about his whereabouts, of course. He doesn’t tell him about Mello, about the Kira case, about living in L.A..
Matt painfully remembers the last time he saw Chris, it was not pretty, and he apologises for all the things he said back then “(…) I was mean to you, dad. I didn’t mean all of the things I said, I was just so desperate-” “-but you were right. I wasn’t there for you-” “I needed you” “I know…”
(…)
”I miss you, dad.” ”God, I miss you too, Miles. So much. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t think about you.” Matt promises Chris, they’ll meet once “this whole thing is over” (refering to the Kira case but Chris obviously doesn’t know he’s involved in this). They end the conversation on a happy, hopeful note.
Matt is wondering if he should tell Mello about that call at all. Chances are high, he’ll just get mad about “how risky that was, why did you do that, what if you weren’t careful enough, what if we get caught because you messed up, you’re so selfish Matt, etc etc” and Matts thoughts spiral around all the ways Mello could beat him up verbally. He decides not to tell him.
A few weeks later, they have a moment. I don’t know when or where but it’s quiet, the mood is good, they’re talking about personal stuff anyways and Matt feels now would be a good time to tell him without Mello getting mad. He’s pretty nervous about this. Mello notices.
(…) “Komm, sag einfach.” ”Hm was?” ”Du zappelst schon die ganze Zeit nervös mit den FIngern rum und holst immer wieder Luft, brichst aber kurz vor deinem Satz ab, das heißt, du hast was zu sagen, weißt aber nicht wie dus am besten sagen sollst, weil du entweder Angst hast, dass ich sauer werd oder es was so peinliches ist, dass du grade noch am Überlegen bist, ob dus überhaupt sagen sollst oder nicht. Aber wenn dus weiter für dich behältst, platzt du noch und wenn dus nicht kontrolliert rauslässt, kommt’s eh irgendwann einfach aus dir rausgesprudelt, also: sags einfach jetzt, dann ists raus.” ”Huh uhh… I called my dad.” ”… oh.” Sie halten beide inne. Mello wartet drauf, dass Matt erzählt; Matt wartet drauf, wie Mello reagiert. Matt rechnet mit Vorwürfen. ”… so? How did it go? What did he say? Did he recognize you?” Mello klingt erwartungsvoll, interessiert, invested, dreht sich vielleicht auffällig offen zu Matt, signaling volle Aufmerksamkeit. Vielleicht macht ers sich auch extra gemütlich a la oh jetzt wirds spannend, jetzt muss ich zuhören. Und Matt fühlt sich ein bisschen sicherer und fängt an die groben Fakten zu erzählen. Matt fragt zwischen durch “Bist du nicht sauer?” “Hä warum sauer?” “Ich hab irgendwie gedacht, dass du sagst “du Vollidiot, was sprichst du das nicht mit mir ab, was, wenn wir auffliegen wegen dir, das war sau riskant, du Egoist”—” “Matt. Du bist nicht dumm und das weiß ich. Ich kenn dich doch. Du hast dir das wahrscheinlich Monate vorher schon durch den Kopf gejagt und entsprechend Vorkehrungen getroffen, dass du bei der ganzen Aktion anonym bleibst und mindestens was Technikkram angeht machst du deine Sache absolut fantastisch. Ich hab keinen Grund dir nicht zu vertrauen und dich anzuscheißen wegen was, bei dem ich weiß, dass dus gut gemacht hast.” Mello fragt interessiert nach und sehr schnell ist der Punkt erreicht, dass aus Matt auch die emotionalen Sachen rausfließen. ”He cried. I never heard him cry before.” ”He cares about you after all. I don’t think my family would cry over me. Maybe out of relief that I’m gone.” (…) ”Do you regret running away?” Matt denkt ne Weile nach. ”No.” ”I fühl mich irgendwie schuldig, dass ich dir die Zeit mit deinem Vater weggenommen hab” ”Ach weißte, stell dir mal vor, was ich jetzt machen würd, wenn ich damals dort geblieben wär. Ich wäre in Wammy’s versauert, hätte da meinen Abschluss gemacht und würd meinem Papa immer noch bei irgendwelchen zwielichtigen Abbauarbeiten helfen.” ”Aber dein Vater wär doch so oder so ins Zeugenschutzprogramm genommen worden.” ”Ach scheiße ja. Dann hätt ich ja überhaupt keinen mehr gehabt. Und dann brauchst du dich auch nicht schlecht fühlen. Vielleicht hätte mich Near ja ins Boot geholt und ich würd jetzt zusammen mit ihm in der SPK hocken und gegen dich ermitteln haha” ”OH FUCK” ”Haha du wärst sowas von am Arsch! Aber mal Butter bei die Fische - ich bereu nicht, mit dir zusammen gegangen zu sein. Wir hatten so viel Spaß wie noch nie oder? haha” ”Haha soll ich auch mal was Kitschiges raushauen?” ”Sag” Mello legt nen Arm um Matt ”Ich bin froh, dass du bei mir bist Miles Jeevas. Hier, am Ende aller Dinge” ”Aw 🥺 … aber im Ernst - mein Papa kommt ohne mich prima klar, aber du? Gibs zu, ohne mich wärst du ganz schön aufgeschmissen” ”Halt die Schnauze haha”
Mello, internally at the the 3rd outfit: (Fuck, he looks so Slavic gangsta, I hate it. Fuck, he looks so damn cool, I hate it. Fuck, he looks so good like that, I hate it.)
Mello, externally: Pants, I said. All we needed was some pants. Jeans. Levis. Denim. What was unclear about that?
Ross: I give and I give and I give. But all I get in return is whining and ingratitude. Jesus, you're like the teenage daughter I never wanted.