Overriding Code Death

Okay, so this is a lovely, mostly AU piece of work. It was all sparked from a conversation between me and a friend about misspelling people’s names in the death note, a dream and a psych. Paper analyzing fictional characters. Really… I don’t know where it’s going to go, but let me know what you think! :D
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Mello looked down at the screen, not acknowledging the tears welling in his blue eyes and trailing down his cheeks. He could hear the voice on the T.V- ’- development in the kidnapping of Lady Takada. We are yet to know the identity of the man shot dead by Lady Takada’s bodyguards, but there is substantial evidence pointing to him being an accomplice of the kidnapper.’ Mello frowned, biting his lip, and running a hand over his eyes. “Matt…” His voice was soft, barely audible, “I didn’t think they’d kill you. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head looking back up at the road. He’d avenge Matt, he would. He would find a way to make it up to the redhead. His fingers found the rosary around his neck, and he murmured a prayer, rolling the beads between his fingers.

He thought back, thinking of the last time he’d seen the redhead. Those green eyes had been hidden behind orange lenses, but they were so defiant and confident. As they drove, he could see Matt’s fingers drumming along the steering wheel, and the occasional glances that Mello knew were directed at the red DS that he knew Matt had sitting on the seat beside him. He’d smiled then, and laughed, even though he was tense and calculating every move they were about to make. The last chance he’d gotten to actually see Matt’s face was just as he shot off the pellet to create the smoke screen. He’d mouthed a good luck, before calling out for Takada to get on behind him, then they were speeding down the freeway, weaving between cars, and Matt was nothing more than a recklessly driven red car.

He’d turned off then, and he was surprised at the feeling of terror that hit him when he could no longer see Matt. The fear wasn’t even for him, but for the redhead he’d just left behind on the road. Takada had gripped his waist harder, obviously confused. Turning his head slightly, he’d called back that he was trying to put off the people after her and that it’d be alright, and that seemed to be enough to make her comfortable again. Then they’d reached the lorry, and it became obvious that he was the exact person that she thought she was getting away from. He almost laughed at the look in her eyes, but instead, pushed her into the back of the lorry, pointing to a box and ordering her to strip. He crossed himself mentally, his mind flinching away from the fact that he was ordering a woman to strip, but he’d tossed her a blanket to cover with, turning and inspecting his bike as she stripped and wrapped herself.

He glanced up from the screen to glance into the rearview mirror. Speaking of Takada, she was being awfully quiet back there. He wasn’t sure if he should be worried or just happy that he didn’t have to listen to her banging on the divider and screaming her head off. He looked out the window, memory supplying him with directions to the abandoned church. He pulled around a corner, driving over the grass and through a broken section of wall, parking the lorry in the empty area that used to be a large room in the church. He was just about to get out when it happened. He clutched his chest, wincing and giving a small gasp of pain and surprise. The pressure in his chest! It was burning and tight and he couldn’t breathe! The death note! “Fuck!” He gasped out, reaching to open the door to the lorry. She must have hidden a piece of it in her clothes, keeping it under the blanket so he wouldn’t see. He bit his lip, giving a small growl. He wasn’t going to go like this, he couldn’t! He owed it to Matt to live and defeat Kira, otherwise he died for nothing. Mello wouldn’t let that happen. His fingers brushed the handle, before his hand fell limply to the seat. He gave a shudder, falling forward to rest on the dash, one blue eye staring at the door from under a curtain of golden hair.
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Hal looked over her opened car door at the building in front of her. This was the place? She motioned to her men, and stepped out of the car fully. She had just shut the door to the car when the air exploded in a burst of sound. The resulting shockwave produced by the explosion rocked the ground, and Hal fell against the car, using its solid form to keep from hitting the ground. She turned to see the abandoned church falling down further and engulfed in flames. Using her hand to shield her eyes, she took a couple of steps forward, before one of her men stepped up to stop her. ‘T-this is? Mello…’ She looked around, her thoughts whirling as she tried to work out what was happening. She called out orders, and a group of firemen ran forward and into the blaze. She turned back to her car, and walked back to it, opening the door. She glanced up, swearing that she could see someone smirking with an evil triumph, but, that just couldn’t be. She shook her head, slipping back into the car; she needed to get back to Near. After giving orders to her men, she shut the door, started the vehicle and put it into reverse.

“Hal!” The voice was low and whispered, but still, she jumped, letting out a surprised gasp. The sound came from the backseat. She turned, glancing back, on hand still on the wheel and the other reaching for her gun. She relaxed slightly, as she took in the blonde on the floor of the backseat. Wait, blonde? “Mello!?” The Slav grinned up at her, “The one and only. Go on, I’m not here.” He ducked back down, hiding himself from anyone who just glanced at the car. “What the hell happened back there Mello?” She asked, looking straight ahead at the road. “That bitch tried to kill me.” He muttered, but wouldn’t say anything else.

As they pulled up to Near’s headquarters, Hal turned to Mello, about to say something, when she heard the click of the door opening. She looked up, seeing Mello’s form running across the street and into the darkness of an alley.

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Can you really beat a death note? Is there honestly a way to beat death in real life? What was the cheat code that let you get the mega mushroom and survive all attacks then? A puff of smoke spread out into the cold air, followed by the clacking of keys and a shuddering breath. Matt gave a small grin, focused on his computer screen. Maybe he’d found the key to override the death note- or maybe he just got lucky and there was someone up there who had tossed them a phoenix down. He smiled, opening a messenger from the tool bar across the bottom of his screen. The moment he logged in, he was hit by messages and pm notifications, but he went invisible, sending messages to three other people to meet him in a private forum.

Celestialimp: Matty! Darling, long time no see.
MellowMatty: Major SOS guys
DHP: Code What Matty?
MellowMatty: Picnic Blue. No time.
SilverShadow: Aye ‘Aye Cap’n.

He signed off before anymore questions could be asked, hoping that they set the plan in motion soon. He’d already started up trouble himself, but one top class hacker was nothing compared to four. Matt laughed the action turning into wet coughs that shook his thin frame. Once he could breathe again, he shut the laptop and used the wall to stand. He couldn’t sit still too long-they could track him if he did. He stumbled down the alley, and around the corner. He kept to the shadows, making sure to move only when he was positive there was no one who would be able to see him. Deciding that he had moved enough, he slipped up a fire escape, scurrying behind the low stone wall surround a small greenhouse. The wind was even colder up on the roof and he pressed against the wall as much as he could, scrunching down and into his vest.

The laptop was flipped open, Matt logged in and eight different pages and windows pulled up before Matt had finished taking a drag on the cigarette held precariously between his lips. His fingers flew over the keys, though he couldn’t feel them past the slight pressure against the tips when he hit a key and the icy chill of the air. In fact, there wasn’t much he could feel beside the piercing chill of the January air. He took another drag, frowning at his screen, smoke slowly slipping from between his lips. A low ping brought his attention back onto the screen, and Matt smiled behind the collar of his vest; the cavalry had arrived. The plan he’d requested had results shown practically within moments of having been started, and the destruction that he’d started alone took a much more distracting turn. Now, according to the reports, electricity was being turned on and off in random patterns and sections, and the same was being done with the water systems. Someone was wrecking havoc with the police and military, while yet another person was playing with all transmissions in the general area. Matt laughed, though the action turned into agonized coughing, and he doubled over, arms pressed across his ribcage.

Mello would survive this way, not that Matt ever doubted that he would. He’d given Mello a sure fire way to escape and the blonde could focus solely on taking Kira down. Matt smiled, leaning back against the cold stones of the wall behind him. How did it come to this? Sending children out to the front lines, like their age could stop the bullets while their minds took down this genius serial killer who proclaimed himself god. He took another deep drag, his mind wandering.

The window was cracked, letting his cigarette smoke out, and he was focused on the black leather covered back of the man on the bike in front of him. The helmet covered the blonde hair, hiding burn scars as well, but Matt could picture them perfectly anyways. He took another deep drag, stubbing out the butt in the ashtray and lighting up another one. He knew Mello was getting impatient, could see it in the slight movements of the Slav, though he was sure anyone else would take the movements as nothing more than the simple fidgeting of a youth who wanted speed and freedom. Matt smiled-that’s what they were going for, speed and freedom. He could see that Mello was itching to just shoot off and weave through the cars and alleyways, but he’d stay back with Matt; though whether it was for the sake of the plan itself, or for just a few moments of time together more, the redhead had no idea.

He took a deep breath, glancing over at the DS on the seat beside him, and wishing that he had the ability to drive and play at the same time, or more precisely that he could pay attention to their surroundings, while playing. He didn’t want to piss Mello off more than he was already, the blonde needed to focus. Spotting the car ahead of them, one hand slipped under the seat, pulling out the hand gun stashed there. It was almost time.

They pulled up beside the car with Takada in it, and he’d held out the small smoke grenade launcher, grinning around the cigarette in his mouth. He gave a small laugh and pulled the trigger, watching carefully through the smoke. Once he saw Mello take off, he pulled his arm back into the car and with a squeal of tires, started off down the road. He could see the black cars coming after him, like a swarm of shiny, black bugs, and he just stepped on the gas. It was like Need for Speed, or Mario kart. Matt grinned, enjoying the chase. “Fuck!” He muttered, seeing the line of cars ahead. “Been lying in wait, the arseholes.” He muttered, looking for an escape route-there was none. He hit the brakes, swerving to a stop. “Another smoke shield.” He muttered, grabbing the launcher, only to look up and see himself surrounded. “Oh bloody hell.” He muttered, opening the car door.

It happened faster than he thought, and pain just blossomed from everywhere. There was two of everything, moving back and forth in some criss-crossing dance. He was slumped back against the car, he thought, feeling cold metal behind his head. It hurt, everywhere, and it was so cold. He looked down, seeing his cigarette on the ground. He reached out, picking it up and bringing it to his lips for a drag, but, it was still there on the ground. He tried again, with the same results. ‘I’m dead…’ he thought, and he laughed, though it soon turned into a choked sob. He was dead, which meant Mello’s chances had just gone down. He was so young; he figured a long time ago he’d die earlier than he should, but this was just so much earlier than he’d thought.”It doesn’t matter though. I’m only third.” He whispered. He saw movement, his cigarette held in front of his face. He took a deep drag, looking up to see L. “Lawliet?” He asked, the sight just confirming his death. “It matters Mail, It matters. Mihael’s dropped his Buster blade, his godsword, and he’s facing the boss. What are you going to do?” The older detective crouched down beside Matt, giving him a rare smile. “The code isn’t complete, and without it, the game can’t be won.”

A loud ringing startled Matt, and he looked around, panicking for a moment before he realized that it was his phone. He picked it up, gasping “Mello!” into the receiver.
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Mello slipped around a corner, striped hat pulled down low over his face, hiding his scarring with hair and shadows. He still had a little trouble believing he was still alive. He ducked into a darkened store, nodding to the girls gossiping behind the counter. The power was out here too. He walked to the back, perusing the clothes, as he thought about his next move. Someone was messing with the electricity in the city; it was like organized chaos almost. He quickly changed in the dressing room, and on his way back to the front he grabbed a long, black leather coat. He dropped the money on the counter. “I know the till isn’t working, but this should cover it.” He said as the one cashier opened her mouth to say something. He gave them both a charming smile, and they just took the money, putting a note in the drawer. Mello turned, walking back out onto the street. “It’s them! It has to be!” Mello heard a teenager nearly yell, and he turned to see a group of teenagers crouched over a laptop. He walked casually in their direction, glancing at the screen as he passed. He recognized that forum-Matt had made it. He frowned, running his hand across his eyes before the tears could form. “Matt... I’m sorry.” He whispered into the air, before pulling out his phone. He had to hear Matt’s voice, just one more time, even if it was only the recorded message stating that he was unavailable for calls. He dialed the number without thinking, putting the phone up to his ear.
It took him by surprise, and he stopped in surprise when the voice that he heard was Matt’s actual voice, and not the recording. “M-Matt?” Mello asked in a hushed tone. He smiled, nearly jumping with joy when it was confirmed. “Where the hell are you?” he asked, stepping off into a side street. “Stay there. I’m coming.” He shut the phone, and turned, running.

Matt looked up, one arm held out straight, semi-automatic in hand and pointing towards the fire escape. He sighed in relief as Mello came into view instead of one of Takada’s bodyguards or another stranger. Mello grinned, seeing Matt alive, and tapping away on his computer. “Are you hurt?” He asked, stepping closer. Matt nodded. “Not bad, I played dead.” He glanced up, giving the other a quick grin. “I and the rest of the Fearsome Foursome are playing havoc with Japan’s systems. You can get out alright in it. I’ll be here.” Mello laughed, finishing his survey of the area. ‘I’m not leaving you Matt. Not again.”Matt closed the laptop, and struggled to stand, pretending that the trouble came from the cold. Turning, Mello frowned. “Matt? Are you sure.” He walked over, quickly kneeling and stopping Matt from moving. “I have to move Mello. They’ll trace me. Silver’s got my signal diverted, but if I don’t move they might be able to see through it!” Mello just frowned, undoing Matt’s vest and gently checking down. He pulled his hands back, sticky and red with blood. “Matt-“He started, only to be cut off by the redhead. “It’s a flesh wound, just a couple of scratches. I’m alright.” Mello frowned. “Matt! This is too much for a flesh wound. Let me check!” Matt struggled. “I’m fine, and it’s cold.”

“Fine. Back at the warehouse.” Mello stood helping Matt up. Matt went down the escape first, nearly tripping down the last couple of stairs, Mello’s hand being the only thing that stopped him from taking a tumble. “There’s a parking garage on the other side of the block.”Matt said as Mello looked around. “You stay here Matt, I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for an answer Mello dashed off down the alley. Matt sat back against the wall, pressed into the shadows, his laptop clutched to his chest. It was only a few moments later, though it seemed like an eternity to Matt when he was startled by the rumbling of a motorbike. “There wasn’t a car.” Mello said with a frown, as Matt stood. He took the laptop from the redhead, storing it into a compartment, before helping him onto the bike behind himself. Glancing out at the street, Mello pulled out and sped down the road.


Mello insisted on walking in first, making sure that their hide-out hadn’t been compromised. When he was convinced that it was secure, he went back to get Matt. He helped the redhead, who was much to pale, up the stairs in the back, to the living areas. He placed him on the settee, before turning and dropping his coat on the back of a chair. “Want a cuppa?” He asked the redhead, moving to start the kettle at the other’s nod. Once he’d started the tea, he walked back to Matt. “Come on, shirt off. I want to see this flesh wound.” He helped Matt out of the vest, and then the shirt. He gave a gasp as he saw what was under the stripes. “Bloody hell Matt! This isn’t a flesh wound, you’ve actually been shot! Twice! Fuck!” He bit his lip leaning forward. There was a bullet hole, spilling blood just above Matt’s right hip, and another through his right shoulder. “How are you still standing?” He asked, moving around to check the back. “Good, exit points, so there isn’t a bullet still in you. You need an x-ray.” Mello dashed to the room, grabbing an extensive first aid kit and came back, dropping to his knees by the settee.

He looked up at Matt, seeing the bullet wounds and deep bruising that hadn’t been there that morning. “How the hell are you still alive?” He asked quietly, running his hands lightly over the bruises and some lighter scratches. Matt chuckled, coughing in the end. He searched in his vest pocket, and pulled out a busted DS, and a hard-backed bible, bullets still embedded. “Our faiths. And they were shitty shots.” He muttered, with a small smile. “Oh, Matt!” Mello leaned up, pressing a kiss to the redhead’s lips. “I will never again call your games stupid. Ever!” He wiped blood off of the pale skin, before applying anti-septic to the wounds. He pressed padding against the entry and exit points tightly wrapping the gauze and bandage around them both. “What about you?” Matt asked softly, as the blonde worked. Mello looked up, a fierce scowl on his face. “That bitch tried to kill me.” His look softened. “But, it proved a point. If they misspell your name, it’s a half heart attack.” He gave a small grin. “She spelled my name wrong.” He laughed. “We both made it through, but only barely.” Matt grinned down at him. “That’s just how we roll.” Mello stared blankly at Matt, before bursting out laughing. “What’s that game of yours say? Finish him?” Matt smiled. “Yeah- Let’s K.O Kira.”