Well, here's a short little Death Note one-shot I been having in my mind for a while. This is my version of what the ending should've been like~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or anything remotely close to it!
How did this end up happening?
How did any of it even begin?
It's sad that I don't even know anymore, but then again, what did I really even know?
I let something I loved, and still do, slip right through my fingers. I let you down.
Mail Jeevas
February 1, 1993 - January 26, 2013
Why? Why did I have to let you die?
If anyone should've died that day, it should've been me. I planned it. I made you go through with it.
Heh… now that I think about it, you probably wouldn't have had it any other way. There was no way in hell you would've let me go through with this plan alone. Man, you could be such a stubborn ass when you wanted to.
Which, I still don't know if it's a bad thing or not, considering it was one of the many traits you picked up from me over the years.
The years? Well, I don't think we can say they been kind to us. We didn't exactly have the 'normal' life most kids had…
But I don't regret it.
If its one thing in my life I regret; its not that I never beaten Near, not that I couldn't become L's successor, not that I couldn't bring down Kira with my own hands.
No…
It was letting you get in that car, and give you that smoke gun.
I can feel the tears start to sting in my eyes. Damn Matt, you always make me feel the strangest things.
Why do you always do this to me?
It happened even when we were younger.
It wasn't hate; it was love.
It wasn't annoyance; it was acceptance.
It wasn't rivalry; it was friendship.
I was used to feeling everything negative before you came into my life. My only strive was to beat Near. But, then you came to Wammy's. I remember, I wasn't exactly fond of getting a new roommate, so I pretty much gave you hell.
But you still stayed.
The tears are starting to fall now. Something I'm not used to, but I refuse to hold back.
Something… I don't want to hold back.
Dammit, I knew things weren't going to go right. I knew things were going to end badly. But I still didn't stop you.
I didn't stop you because I thought our roles right now would be reversed. I thought I was going to be the one getting buried six feet under, while you were alive, while you were still breathing.
I kind of wished things had worked out differently.
Even if you died, I wish I could've died with you. I wish I could be buried here next to you. Here, back at home. Here, at the source of all these memories, which are now, the only things I have left of you.
You used to say "Home is where the heart is." I remember because I would always bitch about how Wammy's wasn't really a home, but more of a temporary replacement.
Well Matt, then you're my home. You have always been. And even now, when your lying down, cold, empty, and lifeless; you're still my home.
You, Mail Jeevas, will always and forever be my home, my safe place. And even when time passes, promise me you'll wait.
Because you know sure as hell I'm waiting for that day, that day when I can see your face again.
As I remember what you said to me before you grabbed your keys and headed to the car, "I'll be waiting at home for you. I love you." you must have known one of us was going to die. You must've known things would've ended badly.
So as I place those red flowers on your grave of marble, I whisper, "Wait for me. I love you too." just like I did on that January day.
"Wait for me, Mattie. I'll see you soon, and we'll be home together again. I love you."
WOW~
I think even I shed a few tears for that one :'( but this is the first one-shot I did so I feel pretty proud~!
I hope you guys like it!