Je Ne Regrette Rien
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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1,913
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Epilogue: Eyesore
AN: So here we are... the final chapter (besides the special chapter). Wow, is all I can say.
Suggested Listening: Je Ne Regrette Rien by Cinema Bizarre; My Dying Star by In This Moment (I am addicted to both these songs...)
Epilogue: Eyesore
~Mello~
The first time I opened my eyes I had been confused. Disoriented.
Why were the walls white? Where was the dim lighting, the cold floor?
Why did I feel so damn tired? And more importantly...
Why the hell was I sill alive?
My thoughts had been spinning around in a hundred different directions and it wasn't until a nurse came in that I finally understood. I had been rescued. Because had I still been with the Organization, they wouldn't have brought me to a hospital.
I don't know why I hadn't recognized the antiseptic smell right away.
I had been awake such a small amount of time that the nurse hadn't even noticed, and I wasn't really awake or aware long enough until days later. I wasn't even sure how long I had been there to begin with. Or where 'here' was.
It wasn't Whammys, that much I was certain.
But that fell to the back of my mind as I soon realized I couldn't move my left hand. At all. It was hidden by so many bandages that had something not felt wrong might have just chalked it up to the movement being restricted.
I asked about it the next time the actual doctor came in, as the nurses never seemed to want to explain anything, not even what fucking country I was in. The man seemed hesitant to answer anything, and that worried me. It was hard to even look threatening when I was hardly even able to sit up by myself.
Though he did finally answer. And I honestly hadn't expected...
Hadn't it been enough that I had my fingers forcefully cut off? Hadn't enough happened...? But no. Apparently it hadn't been enough.
When I’d been brought in, I had been in horrible shape, or so the doctor said. Suffering from numerous things... however the real problem had been that my poorly bandaged hand had gotten infected.
It was either my hand or my life.
I looked down at the stump that used to be my hand; thick white bandages covered it, though small red splotches still seeped through. I would never be able to hold a gun again; my right hand shook too much for whatever reason...
I closed my eyes. This was just one of many lasting injuries I had. The fingers on my right hand curled around the rough hospital blankets and clutched desperately at the fabric.
I would not cry. Not after everything I had endured. Even if I had lost the thing most important to me... for what other reason was I here alone?
Had been alone for days... no one had even sent any word.
Who could love me when I looked like this? The burn scar on my face had been bad enough, but this... this made that scar look like a scrape in comparison.
I hung my head; long locks of faded blonde hair shadowing my eyes. I couldn't stop the tears this time. I felt pathetic.
"Mello..." a familiar voice whispered. And despite myself I looked up. Matt stood there, in the doorway, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Goggles hung loosely around his neck as though they had just been carelessly tugged off.
"I'm sorry." He moved, though I expected him to leave, and crossed the room to my bedside.
"I should have been here when you woke up." I leaned in to his touch as he gently wiped my tears away.
"There were still some things to tie up with the Organization... and I... I couldn't face you yet." his voice broke at the end and I felt all my hope shatter.
I had known he would be disgusted with me but to actually hear it… hurt worse than anything they had done to me.
"I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner." his voice was anguished and I could also hear anger in it.
"It's alright if you... can't stand me now..." I managed to whisper.
"What? Why would I- oh Mello you idiot!" he grabbed my face with both of his hands and forced me to look at him.
"I love you, nothing will change that. Nothing!" he kissed me. "You're beautiful, you always have been." he kissed me again. "You are mine, and a few scars won’t change that, do you understand?" I nodded and a tiny smile reached my lips.
"I'd prefer sexy." I murmured. He laughed, seemingly relieved. "Sexy it is."
Maybe I had been wrong... but maybe it made him blind.
"We'll get through this Mihael, so stop thinking so damn much." he laced our fingers together and the warmth of his skin felt good.
Maybe he was blind....
But maybe I didn't care.
-Finite-
AN: Hehehe. I’m soooooo mean to marshMello-chan! But the epilogue of this was (or at least the last 436 words) was the first thing written for JNRR. So I knew how I wanted this to end before I even really began.
I absolutely enjoyed writing WSF, NAA and JNRR. I adore the little universe I created, but this is it, with the exception of the special chapter and the one more oneshot for 'Dangerous And Moving'. T^T
But fear not, I have a new fic in the works already, and once I get enough chapters done I’ll start posting it. I’m planning on writing it all in 3rd person...well see how that goes. But for now I’ll leave you with the summary, which may change.... as well as the title. Lol. And I already have the ending for this one planned out as well. ^_^
“Choices”
Matt, a genius hacker and spy, is sent undercover at Whammys for the sole purpose of discovering the secrets of the mysterious letter known only as L. The only problem... he didn't plan on falling in love with his roommate.
So there you have it. ^_^
Suggested Listening: Je Ne Regrette Rien by Cinema Bizarre; My Dying Star by In This Moment (I am addicted to both these songs...)
Epilogue: Eyesore
~Mello~
The first time I opened my eyes I had been confused. Disoriented.
Why were the walls white? Where was the dim lighting, the cold floor?
Why did I feel so damn tired? And more importantly...
Why the hell was I sill alive?
My thoughts had been spinning around in a hundred different directions and it wasn't until a nurse came in that I finally understood. I had been rescued. Because had I still been with the Organization, they wouldn't have brought me to a hospital.
I don't know why I hadn't recognized the antiseptic smell right away.
I had been awake such a small amount of time that the nurse hadn't even noticed, and I wasn't really awake or aware long enough until days later. I wasn't even sure how long I had been there to begin with. Or where 'here' was.
It wasn't Whammys, that much I was certain.
But that fell to the back of my mind as I soon realized I couldn't move my left hand. At all. It was hidden by so many bandages that had something not felt wrong might have just chalked it up to the movement being restricted.
I asked about it the next time the actual doctor came in, as the nurses never seemed to want to explain anything, not even what fucking country I was in. The man seemed hesitant to answer anything, and that worried me. It was hard to even look threatening when I was hardly even able to sit up by myself.
Though he did finally answer. And I honestly hadn't expected...
Hadn't it been enough that I had my fingers forcefully cut off? Hadn't enough happened...? But no. Apparently it hadn't been enough.
When I’d been brought in, I had been in horrible shape, or so the doctor said. Suffering from numerous things... however the real problem had been that my poorly bandaged hand had gotten infected.
It was either my hand or my life.
I looked down at the stump that used to be my hand; thick white bandages covered it, though small red splotches still seeped through. I would never be able to hold a gun again; my right hand shook too much for whatever reason...
I closed my eyes. This was just one of many lasting injuries I had. The fingers on my right hand curled around the rough hospital blankets and clutched desperately at the fabric.
I would not cry. Not after everything I had endured. Even if I had lost the thing most important to me... for what other reason was I here alone?
Had been alone for days... no one had even sent any word.
Who could love me when I looked like this? The burn scar on my face had been bad enough, but this... this made that scar look like a scrape in comparison.
I hung my head; long locks of faded blonde hair shadowing my eyes. I couldn't stop the tears this time. I felt pathetic.
"Mello..." a familiar voice whispered. And despite myself I looked up. Matt stood there, in the doorway, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Goggles hung loosely around his neck as though they had just been carelessly tugged off.
"I'm sorry." He moved, though I expected him to leave, and crossed the room to my bedside.
"I should have been here when you woke up." I leaned in to his touch as he gently wiped my tears away.
"There were still some things to tie up with the Organization... and I... I couldn't face you yet." his voice broke at the end and I felt all my hope shatter.
I had known he would be disgusted with me but to actually hear it… hurt worse than anything they had done to me.
"I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner." his voice was anguished and I could also hear anger in it.
"It's alright if you... can't stand me now..." I managed to whisper.
"What? Why would I- oh Mello you idiot!" he grabbed my face with both of his hands and forced me to look at him.
"I love you, nothing will change that. Nothing!" he kissed me. "You're beautiful, you always have been." he kissed me again. "You are mine, and a few scars won’t change that, do you understand?" I nodded and a tiny smile reached my lips.
"I'd prefer sexy." I murmured. He laughed, seemingly relieved. "Sexy it is."
Maybe I had been wrong... but maybe it made him blind.
"We'll get through this Mihael, so stop thinking so damn much." he laced our fingers together and the warmth of his skin felt good.
Maybe he was blind....
But maybe I didn't care.
-Finite-
AN: Hehehe. I’m soooooo mean to marshMello-chan! But the epilogue of this was (or at least the last 436 words) was the first thing written for JNRR. So I knew how I wanted this to end before I even really began.
I absolutely enjoyed writing WSF, NAA and JNRR. I adore the little universe I created, but this is it, with the exception of the special chapter and the one more oneshot for 'Dangerous And Moving'. T^T
But fear not, I have a new fic in the works already, and once I get enough chapters done I’ll start posting it. I’m planning on writing it all in 3rd person...well see how that goes. But for now I’ll leave you with the summary, which may change.... as well as the title. Lol. And I already have the ending for this one planned out as well. ^_^
“Choices”
Matt, a genius hacker and spy, is sent undercover at Whammys for the sole purpose of discovering the secrets of the mysterious letter known only as L. The only problem... he didn't plan on falling in love with his roommate.
So there you have it. ^_^