Oookay , I would like to say that this is my first fanfic in months, and I'm not satisfied with it AT ALL, I actually kind of hate it, but it's the first idea I've had in a very long time and this is the best I could come up with. I seriously feel like my brain functions are decreasing because of my stupid stupid school :'( anyway, here it is & please don't hate me
Red is a colour of strong significance, probably of more power than the rest of the spectrum. It's used as a symbol for the most wonderful, confusing and complicated emotions known to mankind: love, passion and affection. On the dark, negative side, it could mean anger, violence, cruelty and bloodshed.
For countless years, people have disagreed on the hidden meaning behind this enigmatic colour, and despite the fact that I'm a natural redhead, and that I've been familiar with this colour my entire life, I've never given it much thought, not being the contemplating kind of person, no, I leave contemplation to other people, to people who take life too seriously and waste it on what-ifs.
I never realised how intricately involved I was with this mysterious colour until now, I never actually knew until this very moment. I was never talented with anything other than hacking, electronics and video games, but even I surprise myself for being so blind as to not have seen this sooner. It was so painfully obvious.
The flames that devoured my home, the eyes of the first person I met at Wammy's House, the first Nintendo DS I ever laid my hands on, the wrapper of my best friend's favourite chocolate brand, the emotions that burned within his soul, the sky on my favourite time of the day, heck, even Mario's clothes! So many bad memories yet so many good ones, that I don't know whether this colour is a blessing or a curse.
I guess some things best remain a mystery, perhaps if I knew, I wouldn't like the answer.
I remained connected with it until the very end, though, as the bullets penetrated my chest one by one, mercilessly, making my mortal body wounded beyond repair. As I gasped in the last breath of my addiction.
As I faded into nothingness, leaving everything behind.
The colour red was both my blessing and my curse, it's all clear now, but I wouldn't change a thing about the way it has affected me in life and death.
Without it, I wouldn't be Mail Jeevas, I wouldn't be Matt, the gifted hacker and the laid-back gamer.
Without it, I wouldn't be L's successor, and Kira would still be creating innocent victims years after that.
I wait for death to consume me with a smile on my face, knowing that there wasn't anything I could have done better with my red-affected life.
Don't worry about me, Mello, for I've had a peaceful death.
Well, that was kind of dark :S I still think I could have written it in a better way, but I have no time and I want to post it as soon as possible, coz I'm so excited I finally got an original idea.
If anyone wants to say that Matt isn't one of L's successors, I just want to say, that he was number three, so in case Near and Mello couldn't do it, he would be in charge, besides he was as brilliant as they both were and he was of great help to Mello.
Please review, your criticism would mean the world to me, but I only accept constructive criticism.
Sorry for rambling, I always do that when I'm nervous (curse my insecurity!)
Thanks a lot for reading and I hope I didn't disappoint you :)
Don't forget to review ;)
