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Dog Days	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Suggested Listening: Yeah by Seether; The World Belongs to Me by My Darkest Days (for the very last portion, really, some of the lyrics... XD)

~Part 3~

The hall had turned deathly silent as Matt emerged from the room, yet he ignored them. He did not have time to deal with the consequences of his actions; Mello depended on him. Matt felt the power coursing through him, itching to get out, although he did not know how to use it.

What he did suddenly know, as though he had known it all along, was how to get to the Upperworld. Matt assumed his sudden knowledge had to do with the goggles and his new status as a Horseman. He felt as though he knew a lot of things that he hadn't before…

Matt waded through the gawking crowd and into the center of the room, the place that had an array of odd circles and symbols etched into the floor. Matt closed his eyes and concentrated.

He didn't feel any different and wondered if he had done something wrong, he opened his eyes to ask War only to find himself no longer in the room anymore. He took a deep breath, and the smell of the Upperworld filled him.

Matt pulled the goggles from his eyes and took in the world without the green tint. The world had changed a lot since he had been in it.

The skies were a permanent red-orange, the color of fire, like the very clouds were burning. The grass was brown and dead, trees along the roadside merely skeletons of what they once were, and Matt could only imagine the state of the buildings as none were visible in the immediate area.

It looked like something out of a horror flick, and it made Matt nervous the more he paid attention to it. He did not like seeing things like that, having lived through it in the beginning.

He shook off the memories of the riots and the killings as they held no place in the current situation. With his mind cleared of distraction, his chest suddenly lurched and stung like thousands of little needles were jabbing him. He could feel the suffocating power of Mello's rosary. It was crushing and intoxicating all at once. It called to his very being, and though Matt did not know its exact location, he had a direction. South.

Matt bit his lip. He couldn't very well walk the entire way, not with so little time left for Mello, so that left him with finding a ride. A ride in a place that was literally disintegrating down to its core.

Matt forced down the irritation that surfaced; he didn't have time for all this. He needed to get the rosary back and soon. Time passed much more quickly in the Underworld and the longer he took here, the greater chance there wouldn't be anything to go back to.

There was nothing in the immediate area, and Matt took off jogging in hopes of finding something, anything.

There was a lot of overgrowth coming up from the cracks in the pavement, and although things grew alongside the road, they were all brown and dead looking, diseased even. Matt passed by a twisted wreck of steel of an old burned out car and winced. That had better not be the state of all transportation there. What could he honestly expect though? It was the apocalypse.

Matt stopped after a short while to catch his bearings. There was still nothing on the horizon, structure wise, for miles, and the only thing that caught his attention was a rusted out junk car to the side of the road.

As if being pulled by invisible strings Matt walked off the main road; there was something about the car that drew him in and down the slope to where it rested. He had no intention of using it, no way he could, but his feet were not his own and moved without permission until he had laid a hand on the surface, rust falling to the ground from the gentle touch.

Matt shivered and felt a flux of energy leave him, and a smoke like heat rose out of his body and into the car. He had not been able to fathom why the Horsemen were so close to the items or their vehicles before, even if said items kept them in existence. But he understood now.

They were literally a part of them; his very own essence was woven into the car, and he was certain it was the same for Mello and his motorcycle as well as whatever Ryuk and Beyond had. It was them.

The car was no longer covered and eaten out with rust but a bone white with twin black stripes going from hood to trunk. It was brand new and fully restored, colored to fit his very soul.

Matt slid inside and blinked at the pack of cigarettes and lighter that sat innocently on the passenger side seat. They definitely had not been there before. He hesitantly pocketed them as he hadn't had a cigarette in such a long time. He roared the engine and took off up the slope and down the road. There would be more time to ogle over self discovery later on when Mello's existence wasn't hanging in the balance as well as that of everything else.

Matt could feel the rosary more and more the closer he got to it. It was the brightest beacon in the night and he couldn't understand why the other Horsemen had not yet retrieved it.

Matt stepped on the gas and watched as the dial slipped passed 200mph. It was in a city, he was certain of it. He grinned suddenly, eyes narrowed and focused. Like that would protect it from him.

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There were people, a lot of people, in the city. Matt saw their shadows poking in and out of the rubble strewn buildings and even more of them on the street looking half dead and anxious.

There were more of those circles with strange symbols too. They were spray painted on the ground about every ten feet in all directions; some of them were made out of debris and hard to see until the last second. Matt swore he knew what they were, but the knowledge didn't come to him; he assumed the horseman had made them.

Matt wasn't certain how much farther he could go with the car, and he almost wished he had Mello's motorcycle to weave around everything. The streets were clearer than he would have expected, and Matt wondered at the inhabitants; didn't they have better things to do than remove rubble from the street? Unless they were moving it to conceal something, their weapons or whatever they believed might help.

One of the circles glowed as the Camaro passed over it and chaos broke out on the streets. It was like he had a target painted on him. Junked out but still running cars burst from behind corners and from inside buildings, and it was a high-speed chase through the streets.

Matt pressed his lips thin. He was Conquest, but he didn't want to test a car wreck; he was a baby compared to the other horseman and didn't know what he could do. He had no one to help the transition and no actual weapons to speak of. Matt lit a cigarette and spun the wheel to stop.

He was surrounded.

"Get out of the car!" a thick Boston accent snapped at him, and with guns pointed, Matt sighed. He didn't think bullets would kill him; just like he didn't think a car wreck would, but he was not a hundred percent certain.

The humans approached quickly, and Matt stepped from the car. They still kept a ten foot distance but were close enough for Matt to see some of them had bloody bandages covering parts of their exposed skin; and there wasn't much of that. It was warm, yet they were all dressed for a blizzard. Matt wondered if there was something wrong with the sun, perhaps exposure to it caused skin damage.

"Your fucking necklace was taken, why are you still walking?" the man with two sawed off shotguns pointed at him yelled and at the mention of the 'necklace' Matt paid more attention.

"He's not Death. Death rode the motorcycle; this is a car!"

"But it's pale-"

"Actually, my car is white," Matt commented calmly. He didn't exactly like the bone white color, but at least it was a Camaro. He could deal. Matt blew cigarette smoke out the side of his mouth and watched as it oddly spread larger and thicker and seeped into the people before him; they didn't seem to have noticed.

"You are a Horseman; who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, just find his item and get rid of him. Two are already down-"

Matt froze; two down? Mello couldn't be gone, right? Matt felt anger and panic swell in his chest. He couldn't be too late!

One woman began to cough and hold her stomach, spitting out blood and crumpling to her knees. "What are you doing to her?" the man screamed at him only for his voice to cut out at the end and blood stream from his mouth. The remaining humans hesitantly dropped their weapons and rushed to help their friends only for the same things to start happening to them.

At first Matt thought Ryuk was there as his thing was diseases, but he soon realized it was the cigarettes doing it. The second he understood that fact, the knowledge of what was happening to them popped into his mind.

It was the smoke. It was poison to anything in the Upperworld excluding other horseman. It seeped unnoticed into the body, liquefying the muscles as it left the victims crippled but not dead. It would happen over time. It was a slow painful death. It was Conquest.

Matt couldn't bring himself to care despite the gory image before him as they wheezed for breath. He shook his head and got back in the car. He rammed into the cars blocking him in and made his way farther into the city. Matt shuddered. It was here; he was close.

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Matt knew the rosary was in the building before him. He hadn't entered it yet, instead smoking another cigarette to make certain that no one stopped him from getting inside.

Now that Matt knew what to look for, he noticed that the entire building was inside a circle—and even made up a portion of it. They hadn't been made by anyone in the Underworld and Matt believed they actually detected the energy of a horseman. When he had driven over the previous, and crudely drawn circle, the humans had surrounded him almost instantly. There was no way anyone in the Underworld would be so careless as to have a beacon like that lying around during a war.

Matt waited until he had smoked the cigarette down to the filter and flicked it off to the side. He lit another as a precaution as he entered as the second he stepped foot onto that circle the library would light up like a torch, and everyone even remotely close would know a Horseman was in the area. The stench of blood filled his nostrils as he crept through the boarded up building.

The smoke must have a farther reach than he had originally thought; his opposition lay dying on the ground before him. Pain filled eyes looked up at him as he stepped through the marginally clear hallways. With a growing smirk, Matt closed his eyes and let the very feeling of the rosary guide him to its hiding place.

The humans had gotten quite clever. There was an entire underground structure. Too bad there were large enough cracks for smoke to get through. Without anyone to stop him, he was down there within minutes with the rosary clutched between his fingers and humans gasping feebly at his feet.

Matt heard thundering of footfalls above him and knew it was reinforcements. He was down to one cigarette yet wasn't worried. It wouldn't matter. He shut his eyes again and brought himself home.

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All was silent when Matt returned. Not a soul was around, and he could see why. The walls were littered with deep scarring cracks, and pieces crumbled and fell off in chunks while the ceilings groaned and warped as the Underworld was consumed by Mello's energy. Fear spread through Matt like a disease, and he took off into the hallway.

The energy warped around him, though was slower and shakier than before, leaving a heavy feeling in the air as he stopped in front of their room. Matt wasn't sure what he would do if he were too late...

The inside of their room was in shambles: furniture reduced to ashes, paint peeling from the barely standing walls and holes in the ceiling. The only thing left untouched was the bed Mello lay upon. He lay perfectly still upon the covers and barely recognizable from all the blood coating him.

Matt wasted no more time gawking and hurriedly placed the rosary around Mello's neck as gently as he could. Nothing happened. The structure around him continued to creak ominously, and Mello still wasn't moving, didn't appear to be 'living'. Mello was... he couldn't be-

An inky black smoke started to seep out of the walls and floors, and Matt watched in horrified fascination as it crept up the bed and slowly rolled across Mello's form until it sank into the spot beneath the rosary. Mello's chest lurched before going still. The only way Matt knew it had been a good thing was the moving of eyes beneath Mello's closed lids.

Matt couldn't take his eyes off the process until all of Mello's essence had returned to him and he could no longer feel the crushing power of those tiny beads. Matt hesitantly ran a finger across Mello's bloody cheek and winced at the sticky blood that came off on his fingers.

Matt doubted the bathroom was intact and was proven correct at the remains of the sink and surrounding walls that had collapsed. Water spewed out of the wall in small bursts, yet Matt smiled. It would be enough to at least clear away some of the blood. He took strips off his shirt and used it as a rag, getting half of it saturated in water and leaving the rest dry so Mello wouldn't stay wet.

Matt knelt on the edge of the bed and took the cloth to Mello's skin, washing away as much blood as he could and assessing the blond's wounds. Some were deep and oozed blood to the point Matt had no choice but to wrap them in pieces of the bedding, but others had closed off into pinkish welts. Mello was healing, just slowly. It seemed the second one wound was closed, the healing of it slowed to a crawl and moved onto one that still bled. Matt wondered if all of them had that gift, or if it was a side effect of Mello loosing the rosary.

He would ask the blond when he awoke, when things were more normal.

Matt sat against the wall and pulled Mello onto his lap; the blond was completely limp in his arms, but he was 'alive'. Matt held onto him protectively and fingered the rosary beads absently as Mello healed under its power. His life was odd, Matt realized.

He had been born, killed, and reanimated as a human. But he had been transformed into something much more all because he had... because he had fallen in love with Death.

Matt smiled softly and ran a finger across Mello's cheek, the blond's eyes moving under closed lids. Matt couldn't wait to see those eyes again.

Conquest loved Death, it had a nice ring to it.

Burying his face in Mello's shoulder, he waited for the other to wake.

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It had been over a week since Mello's rosary had been taken and construction on the building was going smoothly. Matt had yet to see any repercussions of taking an item, and he half wondered if it had to do with Mello. Anytime someone came around, Mello suddenly appeared and would sit beside Matt silently until whoever had come to 'visit' grew uncomfortable and left.

"Matt, I want to go outside."

He turned to face Mello, who he sat next to on the bed. Once all of his more serious wounds had closed, the accelerated healing had ceased leaving Mello to heal naturally. Mello was left weak and irritable, yet Matt took everything in stride. That was just how Mello was, and now that Matt understood himself better, he found Mello's ire amusing and sort of attractive if it wasn't directed at him.

Matt had never been outside in the Underworld, and the thought of finally seeing it intrigued him. He nodded and left Mello to hobble into something that resembled a wheel-chair but not quite the same as it hovered about an inch above the floor and had no actual wheels.

Mello swore he would be rid of that thing by the next week; as it was, the blond only used it if they were going a long way from their room. He didn't want to appear weak. Matt honestly didn't think he could after what his unleashed power had done.

Mello led them through the hallways but in a different direction, one that Matt couldn't ever remember taking. This way had high walls and large cut-out shape windows perched near the top where light filtered in and cast pictures on the adjacent walls.

The ground shifted, and Matt realized they were headed down rather than up. The walls eventually became shorter and shorter until they were only just above his head, and a heavy black door was before them. Mello placed his hand on the door, and it slid open with ease.

Matt had expected to see red skies, a barren wasteland, and other such signs of destruction; instead, he was surprised with the thick rolling fields of grass and exotic flowers. Massive ancient trees grew in scattered clusters on the grounds; Matt could see mountains off in the distance and the sky was the clearest he had ever seen in his life. If he squinted he could almost make out what looked like a land mass through the cloudless blue.

"That's the Upperworld." Matt looked down, startled, at Mello who smirked at him. He had forgotten the other was there. The Upperworld could actually be seen in the sky? It was straight out of some science fiction novel.

Mello stood from the chair, and Matt took an arm to steady him. Mello's gaze slid to him for a moment but allowed the contact. Matt thought that perhaps he was the only one who could get away with helping him and not face wrath for it afterward.

The grass was a dark healthy green, and the gentle breeze that fluttered through the air brought sweet scents along with it. It was better than anything Matt had experienced in the Upperworld.

Mello stopped underneath one of the ancient trees that was cherry blossom-like. Matt said 'like' because it was more of a cross between a weeping willow and a cherry blossom tree. Matt turned back and found that the building he called home was actually built out of a rock face, and the reason the hallways had taken them down rather than up was because they had headed down the mountain from the inside.

Matt was hit with one of Mello's boots as they were kicked off, and he noted the playful smirk the blond wore. He was tempted to do the same until he noted the grimace as Mello seated himself between the trees exposed roots; he was still healing. Matt kicked off his own boots and took a moment to relish the feel of the grass before joining Mello.

"I like it here," Matt said truthfully. It really was a beautiful place, and he was honestly happy existing there. He pulled his goggles to rest around his neck, and the colors he had seen became enhanced, more vibrant.

He looked over at Mello who had been silent for too long and found the blond's eyes closed; he was dozing with his arm resting in his lap, his expression calm. It was the most peaceful Matt had ever seen him.

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"I don't have the energy to top you and neither can I ride you at the moment so grow some fucking balls and fuck me!"

Matt froze at the words. Mello was telling him to-

Mello forced him into a kiss as he pulled him on top, trapping Matt in place with his legs and using the position to grind against him. Matt shuddered at the contact and had to remember that he wasn't the one lying on the bed.

Mello was mostly healed now, but any long moments of strenuous activity left him winded and tired. It was entirely possibly that if Mello attempted sex as he usually did, he would get too tired to finish. Matt could only imagine the awkwardness of that situation…

Hesitantly, he gave in and let his fingers roam across Mello's uncovered flesh. He took in the look of Mello's eyes and understood why he had been so adamant about having sex that night.

Mello was giving him the opportunity to be as cruel and harsh as he had during their first encounter, to get revenge. Matt dragged his nails lightly along the blond's ribcage and dipped his hand lower to cup Mello's balls. Mello hissed aggressively, and his legs tightened around him again.

He could get revenge... funny how he no longer wanted it.

Instead, Matt continued the teasing caresses to the body beneath him, grinning at the frustrated and aroused sighs he received. Even in the position Mello had put himself in, he still wanted control. Still wanted things to happen when he wanted them to.

Matt didn't let him have it. His lips touched every available inch of Mello he could reach and didn't stop until loud gasps and half swallowed moans—that were never otherwise uttered—had been brought forth.

It was odd to know that he was causing them, that Mello was like that because of something he had done. He could understand why the other loved being in control; it was a rush.

Matt took his time in entering Mello, waiting until the blond was delirious with pleasure and ready to burst. Matt had never experienced the warmth of a body surrounding him and had nothing to compare it to, though being buried to the hilt inside of Death was probably the single most exhilarating moment of his existence.

The sex didn't end with I love you, because he wasn't ready to say it out loud just yet. Mello didn't say anything either, but Matt wouldn't be surprised if he soon found out that Death could indeed love too.

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Matt awkwardly shook War's hand and grimaced at the stickiness of it. He had already shook Death and Pestilence's hands and War was last. It was a formality and nothing more. He had just been officially recognized as Conquest and had to meet with the other Horsemen, never mind that everyone already knew he and Mello were fucking living in the same room and didn't need to be introduced.

The ceremony had been relatively short, mainly touching upon the crisis that had been averted because of him; though apparently no one had quite figured out how Matt could feel Mello's rosary as no one else could and Matt couldn't feel any of the other Horsemen's. Matt silently wondered if it was because he loved Death... because he cared about helping Mello, rather than himself. Or maybe it was just an extra gift from his item.

Neither could be proven or dismissed.

Matt would never tell anyone his theory either.

He couldn't have imagined this day happening even in his wildest dreams. It was a complete contradiction to his life as a human. Mello grinned at him, the smile reserved for the rest of the world. His eyes were softer though, and just for him.

Matt didn't care if his current existence made him a traitor to those who had birthed him. He wouldn't trade it for anything.

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There was something different about that night; he could taste it in Mello's kiss and feel it in the way he touched him, moved above him. The blond had opened his mouth as if to say something once or twice but had kissed along Matt's torso instead. Death was many things but hesitant wasn't one of them.

Mello's eyes watched him as he poked his tongue out to lick Matt's erection. The look in Mello's eyes... his thoughts fled with the good time Mello had decided to bestow. His world degraded into the feeling of a warm, wet mouth and the sound of his own uneven moans as he watched Death give him a blowjob.

Mello's fingers pressing down on his hips kept him from gagging the blond as he came, shaking from the intensity of it. The feeling of Mello's index finger drawing circles on his skin was the only thing that kept his mind grounded in the aftermath.

Mello slithered up his body, and before he could do anything, Matt flipped him to the bed, lying atop him with an almost lazy manor. He kissed those salty lips and didn't need any prompting to grind himself against the blond.

Mello's eyes, before and now, had the same glint. The one that was only there for him. And Matt understood.

"I love you too."

Mello's eyes widened before a devilish grin took over, one that promised many things and all of them good.

Eternity with the blond was going to be interesting.

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Matt leaned against the bone-white Camaro and listened to the screams of the dying and the cracking of the fires that burned fast to ravage the Upperworld. The sky had darkened to a terrifying blood red and lightening crackled ominously in the sky as a constant reminder that the world was ending. Mello was having fun and making use of the 'other' chocolate as Matt thought to describe it.

Now that he wasn't on the other end of it and could watch the blond as he took down the lingering resistance along with War and Pestilence, Matt could appreciate his technique. There was a certain way that Mello broke the chocolate as his teeth touched it. He didn't bite into the bars; he snapped them to create that terrifying sound.

The wind picked up, and Matt smirked as it changed direction and started flowing towards Mello's group. The second it was within range the thick smoke entered the humans' bodies and they began to hack and fall to the ground. Mello whipped around to stare at him, eyes wild and hair tangling in the wind. "Get your lazy ass over here, and don't wait for the elements to do it for you!"

With a sigh Matt pushed away from the Camaro and over to the other. He smiled secretly as Mello took his hand and snapped the chocolate using the other.

There would be no escape for the humans now. It didn't matter if they had ways to remove the items, they wouldn't be given another chance to do so. Surprise and complacency was what had ended Famine and nearly ended Death and everything attached to him. There would be no more mistakes and no more time for the humans to plan. He and the other Horsemen were not leaving the Upperworld until it was just about destroyed.

Mello kissed his cheek and they advanced, hand in hand to deliver the end.

-End-

AN: Dear GOD the finale is finally here. I'm a lazy SOAB when it comes to editing... but now im sick so i cant think so i edited. I hope everyone loved this as much as i have :) now on to finishing The Flaw and starting the posting of a fic named For the Sake of Being Normal
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