It was the end, and yet it felt like the beginning. This was the last day, the last hour, that they would be near each other. Mello couldn't help but feel some strange sadness tumble over him. He threw his head back, and stretched his arms over the couch. He could feel Matt move, perhaps adjusting for better view of the television, and sigh loudly. It was the last time he would smell the cigarettes and tequila, a mixture that was both nauseating and calming.
Mello closed his blue eyes, ignoring the liquid that seemed to want to spill over. He was giving it all up to be number one, or maybe he was giving it up for number one. He didn't know, didn't care anymore. A last, perhaps, act of selfishness. He was allowed to be selfish before he died, right? Right, he agreed with himself silently.
There was a growl. Matt was probably fighting some stupid boss. Mello wondered exactly what game he was playing this time. Shadow Hearts, maybe? No, He beat that years ago. It was probably a fighting game. Yes, a fighting game. He could hear the younger man punching the buttons on the controller. Stupid Matt, didn't he know that he was distracting him.
"Hey, Matt, Stop being loud."
"Piss off, Princess!"
Chuckling, Mello lifted his head and watched his best friend. The brunette's face changed so much when he played his stupid games. His face would go through every stage of emotion, blazing with fury, to childish glee. Mello loved watching Matt, and memorized every detail, because this was the last time. Everything, now, was the last time. Why was that so upsetting?
It was then Mello's phone jingled, signaling their departure time. Matt kicked the game systems off button and stood, stretching his arms over his head. The gamer seemed ready, and willing. Ready to die for the sake of defeating Kira. How selfless of him.
As Mello stood, Matt grabbed an un-open pack of expensive cigarettes.
"What d'you need those for, retard?" Mello questioned, picking his gun up from the coffee table," It's not like they'll do you any good where you're going."
"I've always dreamed of dyin' with a cig' hanging from my lips, you know?"
Mello's laugh was dry, as was Matt's. There were no more words spoken. They both knew the plan, and that there was no room for mistakes. As they exited the apartment, for the last time, they exchanged a brief glance that said everything. Everything they couldn't say, and everything they already had. It was their last glance, but it was the only one they'd ever needed.
I love Mello and Matt, and not as a couple most of the time. They're a cute couple, but I think they're better friends.
Anyway, I'd like some constructive criticism. This fanfic didn't turn out exactly how I wanted, but that could be the fact that I switched songs half-way through. I tried to keep the characters as close as they originally were, but I didn't have much to go off of. SOO, Forgive my little mistakes... . ;
Review and I will send you a Unicorn!