Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or music from Hoobastank
AN: LISTEN TO (The Letter by Hoobatank) FOR THIS PLEASE! I wrote this short two shot based on the song, and if you listen to the song you will easily see that. And its a great song. :)
But yeah...... I'm back with a new twoshot..... (was going to be a oneshot.... but it ate my brain for a bit longer than I thought it would and it didn't flow right if I smushed it all together)
Suggested Listening: The Letter by Hoobastank
The Letter
~Part One~
Matt yawned behind his gloved hand and continued on into the bedroom. He'd been up since six cleaning. It wasn't generally something he did but Mello had asked him to do so when he'd left yesterday, though the blonde wasn't expected back for another day or so.
And despite his lack of wanting to clean, even Matt had to admit the place had gotten bad. He had already taken out god knew how many bags of actual trash, plus the bag from when he'd cleaned out the refrigerator with the mutatated cartons of old Chinese food and moldy pizza.
And he didn't even want to think about the bathroom he'd just finished. That had just been nasty. Mello was cleaning it next time as it was his fault. Shower drains.... arg.
After that he figured he ought to do the bedroom, as the state of it consisted of tossed about clothing and dust bunnies the size of Great Britain. Never mind the trash can overflowing with chocolate wrappers cigarette butts and other kinds of wrappers....
He quickly tackled the last of the garbage, and did a load of wash and replaced what clean clothes he did find before going onto the dust problem. He figured the floor should be last as everything else would just drop the dust there anyway.
He sighed in irritation at the grey line of dust that sat on their headboard and ran the cloth over the length of it only to have it snag on something behind the wood and drop behind the bed.
"Damn it." he muttered softly. Shaking his head he moved from the bed and after a bit of finagling managed to pull the bed away from the wall, just far enough where he could get his arm around the side to get the cloth.
His fingers brushed against something as he reached for the cloth so he pulled it out into view. It was some sort of document that was paper clipped together. He rolled his eyes behind the orange goggles. Mello was always reading while in bed. The chocoholic must have dropped it during one of the times his research had been hastily flung from the bed....
It was probably more of the same stuff and he wasn't really about to read it as both he and Mello knew every scrap of data there was at that point; but something on the page caught his eye. He knew he had to have misread so he started from the beginning.
His eyes widened as he began to read.
He felt horrified and got a sick feeling in his gut; the words swam across his vision faster and faster and they seemed to echo in his mind as though they had been spoken aloud. Someone had written that letter to Mello.
Someone that wasn't him.
It was dated not too long ago, only a few days before, back around the time Mello had said that he would need to leave for a few days for some work. And now... all of the missed days and anniversaries spent alone began to make some sense.
Matt bit his lip as his vision fogged over; he pulled his goggles from his eyes and let them hang by his chest as the tears dripped to the page.
He read it over and over again. There was no mistaking anything, there could be no denying anything.... and it were almost as though Mello had wanted him to find it, as he hadn't hidden it very well, merely tossed it behind the bed instead of inside his safe that Matt had no access to.
He may as well left it on his goddamn dresser in plain view.
How many times had he been with this person? How many times had Matt willfully believed the blondes lies? Ignored the bruises and cuts on his lovers form and written it off as hazards of the job?
How many times had they fucked after Mello had.....?
The letter, that four paged letter, said everything.
'-meet me there at midnight, same place we always go-'
He replaced the bed against the wall and gently placed the letter on top of the newly made bed.
'-are you absolute sure he doesn't know?-'
Matt knew that the blonde would be gone for at least another day, Mello had said so. He didn't need to worry about a confrontation. Deafly he picked up the abandoned cloth and continued to clean the bedroom. He needed to do something constructive before he fell apart.
'-I hope that I can touch you again soon-'
His fingers shook on their tenuous hold on the cloth. He would leave the apartment clean, as Mello had requested. Because he may as well finish that last order... He half wondered if Mello had hoped he'd find the letter so that he wouldn't have to tell this to his face. So that perhaps it wouldn't be real unless he actually said it? Could Mello be that stupid?
Matt laughed humorlessly.
He could.
He really could.
He finished the cleaning, making sure that everything was perfect and washed and dusted and simply perfect. And than he began to pack up everything. Everything that was his. And he tossed everything that had been theirs into the trash.
He wouldn't take anything that was Mello's. He didn't want anything of his... he didn't want to be reminded anymore than he knew he would be every time he saw a flash of blonde hair or blue eyes or leather....
His chest ached though he doubted that it was Kira. He wasn't lucky enough to have his pain end, he thought bitterly.
He looked at the bed again and his face flushed in shame at his naivety. He loved that bastard, gave everything to him, but it was never enough. Had never been. He half wished he hadn't found that letter.
Wished it has been his.....
He smiled at his neighbor, goggles over his eyes again, as he loaded his things into his car. It was rather depressing that it was mostly computer equipment. No photos, as that would have been dangerous, not that he really cared anymore, but he only had one small duffle bag of clothes.
And another two bags for all his game stuff. But that really counted as electronics.
He secured his car, the one thing that hadn't let him down yet, and stalked back up the stairs to the apartment.
He headed to the small kitchen and sat roughly at the table after he'd grabbed a sheet of paper and pen. And then he wrote. And when he was finished he left it to sit innocently on the counter along with his apartment key, the twin to Mello's own, that he wouldn't be needing anymore.
Matt didn't dare take one last look at the apartment in fear that he may just stay even though he knew it would kill him. He walked out the door with a whispered 'I love you' and closed the door behind him.
'Dear Mello.
I hope you find this letter.........'
-End Part One-
AN: So............. what does everyone think? The second part is shorter, and i'm sure you can guess what it will be........ maybe...... :)
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