A/N: As we all know, (or, as most of us know, those of us geeky enough to memorize dates in manga and anime, like me) today is that oh-so-sad day when we're destined to lose two of the most promising minds on the face of the (Death Note) Earth. That's right. I'm talking about Matt and Mello. The only thing that WASN'T completely tragic today was the fact that Takada got taken out too. If you're a solid anime-only-er for Death Note, this is actually the year that you'll be losing these two. That's why I stick to the manga. We get them around for one more year. One more year of chocolate crunching and emptied out cigarette packs. One more year of smoking guns held by a badass blonde and the highest scores you've ever seen on a video game.

But, even though we have that year, this is the day that we lose our darling Mihael and Mail. And so I bid them fair well with this fic of fluffiness.

Enjoy.

It was moments like these he lived for. Laying there, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in little swirls of cinnamon-and-smoke-Matt-flavor that mixed perfectly with his chocolate-and-gun-powder smell. The sweat of the day replaced with that of their late night activates, his face for once free of his orange-tinted goggles, leaving his eyes free to an un-obstructed view of the unrealistically amazing Mello, though the azure orbs didn't once move from Mello's aqua ones.

It was at times like this that Matt was almost foolish enough to say those three words that hung on his lips, waiting for a chance to slip out. He knew new not to by now. Mello would laugh at him, scoff at his idiocy, or sometimes even get angry. So Matt had long since stopped himself from confessing anything to the blonde, and had just bathed in the glow of having him close, even if it was only for a while.

Tonight was different though. There was something in the air that seemed… final, like this would be the last chance.

It was weird, Matt had been sent on suicide missions by Mello before, no reason this should be any different, but somehow… it was, and he just couldn't hold back as his lips betrayed him, with softly breathed words.

"Love you, Mels."

Matt closed his eyes, waiting for the rebuke, and was surprised to feel warm lips touching down on his own.

"Yeah? Me to."

The clock on the bedside changed, reading that it was 12:01 on January, twenty sixth.

A/N:

Well, there it is. I wrote it a while back, but held onto it for the sake of the twenty sixth. I was having trouble deciding if I wanted to put it up on the twenty fifth or the twenty sixth, because everything but the last sentence of the fic takes place on the former. However, I figured it's best to just put it up today. It's the more meaningful of the two, after all.

Oh! And this fic is dedicated to demented-inu. Consider it an early birthday present, darling! With much love and all of that. I promise you cookies, though they will come late (I'm banned from the oven for a while… -.-)! Je tem, m'dear!

Bless'd Be,

Kanki