Path of the Lost

[giftsofglory]

It had taken exactly nine days to find a feline that matched the one that Mello had grown so attached to in the dream. It would have been simpler, had he been able to use any pale feline but even distressed as he was, he didn't want to trigger something in Mello that set off his tendency to -notice- things when there wasn't any need to do so. After all, the man was a detective, and any inconsistencies in something so intimate as a dream visual of a feline would immediately cause a rejection.

Thus, during his hour away today, he was collecting a fully grown pale furred feline with the right colored eyes. He returned quickly enough, pleased when the animal seemed fairly calm as well, and he finally returned to where he'd left Mello for the hour, curious to see how he'd spent the time. It was a locked room, yes, with no phones or outside contact items, but there were books, and some random puzzle toys that he had, at one point or another, had an interest in.

In all, it was a leisure room, and he'd taken to using it to lock up Mello when they'd have their time apart. This time, he carefully held the feline in one arm as he opened the door.

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[gunsandchocolate]

"I'd like more chocolate," Mello agreed, then paused and murmured. "But this isn't my home." Though that house wasn't anymore either. Not when it was empty. He didn't know where home was anymore, and it was difficult to understand.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"Home is people, not places. So home is with me, and you've come back to me." It was said gently, and he finally got out a chocolate bar breaking off just one piece of the end to offer Mello.

[gunsandchocolate]

Currently, Mello was too excited by even just the bit of chocolate and he didn't have enough of an appetite to demand more, so he took it in his hand to lick at for a moment before placing it in his mouth.

"I know," he muttered.

"But you're not..." His voice trailed off into barely a whisper. "I don't know. I don't know anymore..."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"What you wanted? Desires change Mello. Desires -always- change." He ran the backs of his fingers down along his cheek and shook his head slightly. "There is always room for just one more want or need."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello bit his lip, too stiff beneath the gentle touch. "I..." He didn't know what to say or think anymore. He... didn't really hate Sephiroth anymore, and that in itself was confusing him.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He nodded all the same, kissing his hair. "It's fine Mello, you just have to learn to understand yourself again."

[gunsandchocolate]

"Stop it," he muttered, but wasn't actively moving away, just standing there unresponsive to the kiss. "This isn't right-- This can't be right..."

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't have to be right to be desired." He stroked his cheek.

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello's eyes stared downward at nothing and he ignored the touch. He felt so lost. Empty.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

He sighed softly at the reaction and turned Mello's face toward him. "Look at me."

[gunsandchocolate]

Mello obeyed wordlessly. He lifted his eyes when he was forced to look up, but they were clouded with self-doubt, blank otherwise.

[giftsofglory.livejournal.com]

"You have me." It was said very gently. "Don't forget."