Final Breaths by blackdragonflower

Dedicated to: xlashingcriesx

Summary: Matt's final day of life is like any other day, except the fact he won't be waking up in the morning again.

"Beep beep beep."

"BOOM!"

The sounds of games echoed through the small room. There was a fainter beep and a young man in a striped shirt, cigarette lit in his mouth pulled out a small appliance, a Tamagotchi. "Huh. Got a tooth ache from too many sweets? Reminds me of Mello..." The young man rolled his eyes, nursed the creature back to health, and returned to his other game. Matt had been playing online war games for the while. His fingers flew over the many colored buttons of the xbox controller with skilled precision. The sound of gunshots echoed through the room as he shot opponents down. Then Matt blew up their tank with a quiet snicker. His teammates came on over the ear set.

"Nice work."

"Keep blowin 'em to hell!"

The game only lasted so long before Matt got tired of it. He signed out and flipped the xbox off. He lay back on his couch to think about things. Kira came to his mind. 'Is what I'm doing right?' He shook his head and inhaled nicotine smoke. 'He's killed people. Even if they were criminals, they had been in prison. He had no right to dispose of them. His cleansing is madness, pure madness.' Matt stared blankly at the ceiling for awhile watching the smoke from his cigarette curl upwards. Why did he do all of this? Mello was the first thing he thought of, the friend he would do anything for, his best friend. He stood and went to the window. Outside a hotrod drove past. Its paint glowed in the light that was left of the day. Matt watched it drive away smiling. It was a real beauty.

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He was laying there next to the bullet ridden car. The police had left him alone knowing he was going to die. They could care less about what happened to him. Matt coughed blood filling his mouth. He spit it out but it didn't go far. He was getting weaker. The dark blood pooled in his clothes making them seem heavier. Matt reached in his pocket for another cigarette and brought out the pack. 'Just my luck...none left for a dying man.'

Matt looked up at the darkening sky. 'Mello... wherever you are right now... please be okay. I'm sorry for dying on you.' Matt closed his eyes and drew in his final parting breath. Two flickers of light were blown out from a candle, two flames have died.