Mello's POV
It felt as if someone was taking a cheese grater to my skull the monotonous chatter and arguing was bringing on insanity. Even the chocolate bar clutched tightly in my hand could not calm me down. I sat on the plush couch amongst my comrades. Each word was killing me and I could feel a migraine coming on. My skull pulsed and finally I snapped I crushed the chocolate in my palm and got up.
"I'm going out." I said even though I knew no one was listening. I took to the door and no one said a word just continued on with their mindless chatter.
I walked to my bike placed on my helmet kicked up the stand and jumped on whipping out of that parking lot as fast as I could. The whirring in my ears felt cleared my head slightly. I had no idea where I was going I just knew I had to get out of there. I kept driving many miles over the speed limit the bike vibrating beneath me. I looked around looking for somewhere to go to clear my head. Then I saw it a long boardwalk with many people, no one would talk to me I reasoned. Who would walk up and talk to a leather clad guy with a bad attitude in a happy place like this.
I jumped off the bike parking in next to a door less jeep like those beach short wearing fuck heads drove. This was California after all it was filled with beach short wearing fuck heads. I began my trek threw the crowd and let my mind run wild. I was the youngest and newest member of the Mafia and I ranked so low you could step on me. They didn't trust me either but hey I wouldn't trust me I would double cross them in a second if it meant beating Near and catching Kira. That was after all why I joined the Mafia they had brawn, reputation, and resources. Why they excepted me? My attitude, my intelligence, and my will to kill and fucker that got in my way. I was seventeen and I was already harder and colder than Ls rotting corpse, sad isn't it?
Mail's POV
I sat in my room video controller in and intensely trying to beat this new game I had gotten yesterday in the mail I was already on level 23 two more to go. Then suddenly the screen flickered and went blank. I gasped and looked up to see my mother holding the TV cable.
"What the hell!" I demanded more than a little pissed off.
"Mail you've been in this room for two weeks straight it summer for gods sake! Go out make some friends! Meet a fucking girl! Get a tan, you look like a ghost! Do something!" She screeched much like a banshee I may add.
"Mom I hate all the kids here, I hate the sun, the girls are all air heads, and I was on level 23!" I dove for the cable she yanked it away.
"No Mail! Your not staying here another minute you are going outside I am locking the door and don't come back until you have a life!" She hissed and starred at me.
"Your funny mom now get out." I laughed.
"No Mail get up!" She grabbed my arm and forced me up what could I say I was a skinny kid. "Here's some money buy some new clothes too! Oh and if you even look at a pack of cigarettes or another damn game I'll lock you out for the next week!" She pushed me to the open door and out. She threw the money onto the porch and smiled evily and locked the door.
"Fucking bitch." I hissed under my breath before picking up the money and putting it in my pocket stomping down the porch. I looked out and was blinded pulling the goggles from my head and down over my eyes. There were reasons I hated the sun I had very very sensitive eyes and such pale skin that I almost always burned. And where of all places had my parents chosen to move, but California one of the sunniest states in America. I stomped down the sidewalk and cursed. I was convinced god hated me, not only had god cursed me with two fucked up "perfect" parents, frightening red hair, a sun condition but no social skills what so ever. I was a game obsessed freak at school that no one spoke to only about. I was fifteen and more cynical than the guy that wears that stupid Barney costume on TV must be.
I pulled my DS from my pocket and thanked god that I had it. I began playing adamantly. I wasn't really looking where I was going people most likely saw me coming so I didn't really have to worry. Then all of a sudden I collided with something very solid, and me being me I fell onto the solid thing.
Smooth… I could not be anymore socially retarded could I?
I flew back off the solid thing which I could know see what a person. A person with choppy but long blonde hair to their shoulders. They were dressed in all leather and were sneering at me angrily their ice blue eyes glaring daggers in to the lenses of my goggles. They were scary and I didn't know what to do but they continued to glare heatedly so I did the only thing I could think of, apologize and hope they didn't hit me.
"I-I'm so sorry."
"Watch yourself fucker." He hissed. Getting up brushing themselves of before walking away.
I sighed and began to hate my life just a bit more. I got off the ground and brushed myself off. I then looked on the floor for my DS I found it but the thing lieing next to it made my eyes widen and my stomach clench. It was a small-barreled hand gone. I had never actually seen a gun in person before in video games sure but this was very different. I looked around very quickly to see if anyone was looking before picking it up and stashing it in my pants. The next thing I did didn't even make sense to me but it would change my life forever, maybe I should have just dumped that stupid gun in the garbage and continued on my way but instead I turned and dove through the crowd looking for the head of blonde hair. He wasn't hard to find. I ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder I was a a little shorter than him. He whipped around and gripped my wrist tightly looking wild as if this was a reflex.
"You!" He demanded looking surprised.
"I- um- I have – I – you- you dropped something…" I stuttered like the socially challenged idiot I am. He looked into my eyes confused for and moment before reaching and hand down to his side. His eyes tightened and before I could even comprehend I was being dragged into and alley and being pressed against wall by my throat.
And you see people this is why I wasn't meant to go outside, it is because I am a dumbass.
I had just been thinking if they hadn't created the insiders book to Deathnote we would have had no idea who Mail/Matt was he could have came from anywhere and been anyone before he became a part of the world of Deathnote. This is just a little story that came to me 1. By thinking of who Matt could have been and 2. By listening to the song Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard I hope you like it if you do please review I have many ideas for this story
PS: If any of my timing and events are off please let me know I haven't watched Deathnote in full in like 3 months so I may not remember where all the things fit.
PPS: I don't know if you'll like my Matt well Mail right now but I hope you do remember he is just a kid right now so I thought it was fitting.
PPPS: Review Please
