What If? MXM

Title: What if?

Rating: PG for language and Matt habits

Description: Short semi-drabble about what would happen if Matt and Mello survived their supposed last dying day. 1st story, don't be too brutal.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, cuz if I did, these guys would still be alive ;;.

They both arrived at the front steps of the tumbled-down apartment building at the same time. Mello's hair was mussed up from the unavoidable helmet hair and wind. Matt had some small scratches on his face, but was otherwise unscathed. They looked at eachother in surprise. They were supposed to die. That was the plan. Guess not.

"Did you-" Mello began, after recovering from his shock.

"Yeah" Matt said, with a small smile

"Guess all the praying worked, huh?"

"I guess"

They looked at eachother again, this time with relief.

"Shall We?"

"Why not."

They climbed up the steps in silence, their footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell. They sounded like gunshots. Gunshots. Matt shuddered and Mello, not sure of what to do, reached over and lightly touch his arm. Matt raised his eyes to meet his friends, with a smile and a blush on his face. Mello smiled back, but then recovered and became his usual self again.

" Fucking stairs"

Matt sighed and dug in his pockets for the keys. Not there. Dammit. Must've dropped them when- never mind.

"Um, Mel."

"Yeah?"

" I kinda... lost the keys"

" You are SO unreliable Matt! You know that?!?"

" Yeah, yeah"

They reached the top of the stairs and before Matt could do anything, Mello kicked the door down.

" It was broken anyway"

"This is true"

They both entered the apartment, Matt hanging back so as to let Mello go first. He surveyed the apartment.

"It looks the same"

"We've only been gone like 12 hours, dumbass"

It felt more like an eternity.

Screeching tires...

His ragged breathing...

Gunshots...

The cold ground...

What if?...

Matt shuddered again. He needed a smoke.

As soon as Mello entered the ratty apartment, he bolted for his chocolate stash to check if there was any left. He opened the drawer, breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the biggest bar there. He unwrapped it quickly and took a large bite, savoring the taste as though it had been years since his last bite, instead of mere hours.

The crinkle of paper...

His heart, stopped forever...

Lying dead, alone...

What if?...

He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar into his mouth, and turned around. As soon as he did, the putrid smell of smoke filled his nostrils, causing him to go into a small coughing fit.

" Dammit Matt! Already?! Not a moment of fucking clean, fresh air!?"

He heard a sigh from the far corner of the room, where Matt, cigarette in his mouth, was already playing some assinine video game. He powered off the device and turned to face Mello. Looking him straight in the eyes, he said, " Do wanna yell at me or do you wanna hear how I survived?"

"Both"

- FIN- Yes, I do know it's short, but quality not quantity , ya know? Please rate and review if you want :) Thanks for reading!