Title: Night
Author: Hitachiin Hikaru
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: "K"
Genre: General
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Death Note, including characters, cities, towns, scenarios, titles, or anything else about it you can think of. I just want to express my creative intent with this fic.
Summary: Matt wonders how much he is willing to do for Mello. Drabble R&R Please
A/N: This is for lazycat8, for all her love. You rock my socks!
Sometimes Matt sits up at night, contemplating. Usually it's about nothing very important, like what he was going to do the next day, or maybe what he'll eat for breakfast. But sometimes he goes into a deeper mode of thought, delving into people's personalities or motives, simply to know what they're thinking.
Tonight, after a particularly strange day with his best friend, Matt tries to unlock his own mind. And he questions himself, How much is he really willing to do for Mello? What is he willing to sacrifice for the blond?
For one, his time and energy. Matt devotes his all to helping the young detective, more so that he realizes at first, but simply because they are close friends. He enjoys helping Mello; it is something he likes to do. He could be slightly crazy at times, but that is all right, something he can handle. Matt is used to it by now.
Besides, it seems to him that the strong person that is Mello needs someone. After his hero L had died, it appeared that he gave off a slightly different vibe; like his strength deteriorated just a little. He had to have someone to hold on to. Unlike Near, he wears his emotions on his sleeves more freely, and Matt can detect such a change. The boy wants to be there for the blond, to be someone he can cling on to. Whether or not he knows about, or appreciates, the gesture, is unknown.
Matt rolls over on the mattress he is supposed to be sleeping on, unable to fall into an unconscious stupor. His thoughts are particularly persistent tonight, constantly bombarding his conscious mind without ceasing. He opens his sleepless eyes and glances across the room to his friend, who seems to be knocked out rather peacefully. Matt almost smiles. Mello can be described as peaceful only as he slept it seemed. Otherwise most could describe him as devious and cunning. Maybe even mad.
Sitting up in his bed, he watches the blond's chest move up and down rhythmically, his hair swept across his cheeks and stretched along his pillow, the scar etched into his face not so obvious in the dim lighting. It occurs to Matt that maybe, just maybe, as he sits there watching the young man sleep quietly, there doesn't have to be a limit to what he will do. Maybe he will do whatever is in his power to do, merely because it is to help his closest friend.
With that thought in mind, Matt pulls his covers up under his chin, and curls beneath them, sleep finally drifting over the tired boy's consciousness.