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Part 3: ~Here With Me~
AN: Erm... I told DiabolicaJeevas that I would write this yesterday... does it count that I started it at 11:45pm? And I now have the rest of the fic, mostly, mapped out (though anyone who actually talks to me knows exactly how very vague 'mapped out' means... heh)
And now let me just say WOW! For all the reviews I got. :)
Q/A Time
Q: Matt's mushroom tattoo, are the white spots on the mushroom just not inked or is there white tattoo ink?
A: I pictured it as white ink. :)
Q: And why a mushroom?
A: why not? He was NOT getting a gameboy or pokemon tattoo… or Mello…
Suggested Listening: Here With Me by Dido
Part 3
~Here With Me~
Matt was shocked. And he shouldn't have been in all honesty. He knew this… And yet… he couldn't help the small intake of breath at what Roger was announcing to the entirety of Wammys gathered children.
L was never coming back...
Because L was dead…
And Kira was responsible.
What was worse, in Matt's opinion, was that he didn't see Mello anywhere. He hadn't seen Mello since Roger had called him and Near to his office earlier…!
Matt's eyes widened; Roger must have told them first, as they were the closest to succession, more so than even himself at third. And if that were true, then Mello would most definitely be devastated by the news.
Matt didn't bother to look for him in the crowd of students gathered and instead slipped from the meeting room. Mello wouldn't be there, he wouldn't want to be around anyone else at the moment, and Matt honestly couldn't blame him.
It was a tossup, however, as to what Mello's reaction was. Rage… Or sadness.
And when he saw the door to their shared room was swung open, cracked against the wall, he knew that Mello's rage had trumped all other emotions. He treaded carefully into the room, fully expecting Mello to still be in a throwing things stage, and was confused by the utter silence in the room.
Things wereall thrown across the room, Matt noticed that the blonde had seemed to at least try not to ruin his games, and clothes were half tossed out of the dressers…
But Mello wasn't there.
Matt stepped further into the room and noted how the clothes seemed more hastily pulled out rather than thrown about in a rage. His eyes traveled to the open closet, and to the missing jacket and extra pair of shoes…
And to the piece of paper, seemingly random, situated on his bed.
Matt hesitated, unable to understand why exactly, before tentatively picking up the paper. His fingers clenched around the paper, nearly crumbling it in his grasp, at the seven words hastily scrawled across the surface.
-L is dead. Near is L.
~Mello-
And then everything made sense. The missing clothes, the absent blonde and the letter. Mello had left Wammys. Had left him…
And Matt could honestly say that his world had just tumbled out from beneath him.
.
.
Matt just couldn't seem to find it in himself to play his games. He looked blankly at the gameboy that sat limply in his grasp and pushed it away. His goggles rested on the dresser beside the bed, though he generally only took them off to sleep. He wasn't tired.
He wasn't really... anything... at the moment.
All he could seem to do was think about his friend, the one that had abandoned him, just like his family had. Just like everyone had...
Mail's parents had abandoned him when he was very little, though he could still remember their faces perfectly. They hadn't wanted him. Literally. He had been unplanned and had messed up their perfect little lives. They had kept him long enough for him to know his parents, four years, get attached to them and then out of the blue they left him with a distant relative and moved on as though they had never had him in the first place.
It had hurt so damn much, but the tears had dried quickly.
It wasn't the best environment to cry in, and he had understood that, even on a small level, at his young age. Living in that place... had been hell. At the very least, he had grown accustomed to not eating so much.
Anything he learned was from books or when the old man was asleep and he could use the slow desktop computer. It was a blessing when the old man finally died just after Mail had turned eight. He had eaten so much food that night that he had made himself sick, but the smile had never left his face.
Mail had been taken to Wammys after that, apparently he was a self taught genius, and given the name of Matt, where he met the blonde known as Mello. They had hit it of right from the start, though Matt believed it was because he had offered the blonde his chocolate pudding...
Mello had become his family... the only one who had ever seemed to truly care... and yet... Mello too had abandoned him without so much as a face to face goodbye. Was he really so worthless that no one wanted him?
He expelled a breath slowly and kept his eyes glued at the world outside of the window, simply staring blankly and not really seeing anything he laid eyes on. He curled closer to the pillow and breathed in Mello's scent. He missed his friend... and he had no way of knowing if he was alright or even alive anymore...
His fingers curled tightly into the fabric of the well worn comforter. How many days had he simply lain there, absently, doing nothing? He supposed it was a good thing Roger was too busy with Near to notice his absence from daily life at Wammys. Or perhaps he just didn't care.
Matt's chest ached... and he knew... simply knew, that he couldn't stay in this place any longer. It would kill him. But for now, just for a little longer, he wanted to breathe in that familiar scent.
-End Part 3-
AN: Hahahah I was laughing as I read some of the reviews left, as everyone assumed a confrontation would take place this chapter. Nope. It wasn't what I had planned for it at all. :)
So the original idea for this part was simply 'Mello leaves after L dies and Matt falls apart' I never did anything with it as its been done to death (and its a bit similar to other stuff i have lol) but it fit well for the 5-Idea-Fic DiabolicaJeevas wanted me to write. :)
Other notes for it were simply as follows:
(i dont want to call my friends cuz they might wake me from this dream) - he is sleeping on mello's bed and breathing in his scent, staring blankly at the window.
Seem familiar right? That's literally the only prompt I had for this part. :)
And now let me just say WOW! For all the reviews I got. :)
Q/A Time
Q: Matt's mushroom tattoo, are the white spots on the mushroom just not inked or is there white tattoo ink?
A: I pictured it as white ink. :)
Q: And why a mushroom?
A: why not? He was NOT getting a gameboy or pokemon tattoo… or Mello…
Suggested Listening: Here With Me by Dido
Part 3
~Here With Me~
Matt was shocked. And he shouldn't have been in all honesty. He knew this… And yet… he couldn't help the small intake of breath at what Roger was announcing to the entirety of Wammys gathered children.
L was never coming back...
Because L was dead…
And Kira was responsible.
What was worse, in Matt's opinion, was that he didn't see Mello anywhere. He hadn't seen Mello since Roger had called him and Near to his office earlier…!
Matt's eyes widened; Roger must have told them first, as they were the closest to succession, more so than even himself at third. And if that were true, then Mello would most definitely be devastated by the news.
Matt didn't bother to look for him in the crowd of students gathered and instead slipped from the meeting room. Mello wouldn't be there, he wouldn't want to be around anyone else at the moment, and Matt honestly couldn't blame him.
It was a tossup, however, as to what Mello's reaction was. Rage… Or sadness.
And when he saw the door to their shared room was swung open, cracked against the wall, he knew that Mello's rage had trumped all other emotions. He treaded carefully into the room, fully expecting Mello to still be in a throwing things stage, and was confused by the utter silence in the room.
Things wereall thrown across the room, Matt noticed that the blonde had seemed to at least try not to ruin his games, and clothes were half tossed out of the dressers…
But Mello wasn't there.
Matt stepped further into the room and noted how the clothes seemed more hastily pulled out rather than thrown about in a rage. His eyes traveled to the open closet, and to the missing jacket and extra pair of shoes…
And to the piece of paper, seemingly random, situated on his bed.
Matt hesitated, unable to understand why exactly, before tentatively picking up the paper. His fingers clenched around the paper, nearly crumbling it in his grasp, at the seven words hastily scrawled across the surface.
-L is dead. Near is L.
~Mello-
And then everything made sense. The missing clothes, the absent blonde and the letter. Mello had left Wammys. Had left him…
And Matt could honestly say that his world had just tumbled out from beneath him.
.
.
Matt just couldn't seem to find it in himself to play his games. He looked blankly at the gameboy that sat limply in his grasp and pushed it away. His goggles rested on the dresser beside the bed, though he generally only took them off to sleep. He wasn't tired.
He wasn't really... anything... at the moment.
All he could seem to do was think about his friend, the one that had abandoned him, just like his family had. Just like everyone had...
Mail's parents had abandoned him when he was very little, though he could still remember their faces perfectly. They hadn't wanted him. Literally. He had been unplanned and had messed up their perfect little lives. They had kept him long enough for him to know his parents, four years, get attached to them and then out of the blue they left him with a distant relative and moved on as though they had never had him in the first place.
It had hurt so damn much, but the tears had dried quickly.
It wasn't the best environment to cry in, and he had understood that, even on a small level, at his young age. Living in that place... had been hell. At the very least, he had grown accustomed to not eating so much.
Anything he learned was from books or when the old man was asleep and he could use the slow desktop computer. It was a blessing when the old man finally died just after Mail had turned eight. He had eaten so much food that night that he had made himself sick, but the smile had never left his face.
Mail had been taken to Wammys after that, apparently he was a self taught genius, and given the name of Matt, where he met the blonde known as Mello. They had hit it of right from the start, though Matt believed it was because he had offered the blonde his chocolate pudding...
Mello had become his family... the only one who had ever seemed to truly care... and yet... Mello too had abandoned him without so much as a face to face goodbye. Was he really so worthless that no one wanted him?
He expelled a breath slowly and kept his eyes glued at the world outside of the window, simply staring blankly and not really seeing anything he laid eyes on. He curled closer to the pillow and breathed in Mello's scent. He missed his friend... and he had no way of knowing if he was alright or even alive anymore...
His fingers curled tightly into the fabric of the well worn comforter. How many days had he simply lain there, absently, doing nothing? He supposed it was a good thing Roger was too busy with Near to notice his absence from daily life at Wammys. Or perhaps he just didn't care.
Matt's chest ached... and he knew... simply knew, that he couldn't stay in this place any longer. It would kill him. But for now, just for a little longer, he wanted to breathe in that familiar scent.
-End Part 3-
AN: Hahahah I was laughing as I read some of the reviews left, as everyone assumed a confrontation would take place this chapter. Nope. It wasn't what I had planned for it at all. :)
So the original idea for this part was simply 'Mello leaves after L dies and Matt falls apart' I never did anything with it as its been done to death (and its a bit similar to other stuff i have lol) but it fit well for the 5-Idea-Fic DiabolicaJeevas wanted me to write. :)
Other notes for it were simply as follows:
(i dont want to call my friends cuz they might wake me from this dream) - he is sleeping on mello's bed and breathing in his scent, staring blankly at the window.
Seem familiar right? That's literally the only prompt I had for this part. :)