Trigger
A/N: Inspired by the great fanfiction Name and Face by Alien's ABCs.
Cruel. Calculating. Cancerous.
Mello.
He's a God in his own right, and his subjects are more than willing to die for his sake, for his verywill is righteousness endowed. Perched and poised, he's ready to strike. The cornered cat will claw and bite before he admits defeat—his youth is eternal, and if he just repeats the mantra, perhaps it will be true.
Precious seconds waste as we waits, the monitors emitting a blue glow behind him as he sits in anticipation. His body curls forward, pure serpentine…all movements are liquid. The detonator sleeps between his fingers.
Desperation? Fuck no. The consigliere never hesitates, never bows to such petty ideals as fate, justice, death. He's the man that cannot be fucked with.
It's a thrill ride, and for Mello, nothing else matters. Nothing ever will.
The old man gapes, shock written across his features as he takes in the devilish boy before him. Soichiro Yagami only wants to protect his idyllic world. That's what his pen strokes are—a defense for the justice he believes in...even if he must sacrifice a child for it. But how can it be right? They're both fighting for L, aren't they?
"Mihael Keehl! His name is Mihael Keehll!"
And with that, the image breaks. One name, one flaw, one sin that separates Mello from true deity: his humanity…Mihael.
As he holds the detonator in his hand, he watches Yagami's hesitation with the notebook. It brings Mello back to the first time he ever killed someone. The blood still stains his fingers. Mello smiles at Soichiro—the hunter looks more and more like the prey.
"Yagami, you've never killed anyone, have you?" the boy glares at the elder Japanese man. It was like looking into a cracked mirror.
They are both breaking down. One thread of humanity holds the two fragile lives with the single locking of eyes, and in both men, fear rises. Soichiro can't even scribble the last letter, but it isn't until the bullets fly that the smell of gunpowder beckons Mello into his guise. The power of a God cannot be wielded by a human. Soichiro has emotions, investment, love; he is not worthy. They will spare him the burden of murder. Foolish? No. It's Mihael's last act of kindness.
It's Mello who presses the detonator, initiating the chain of explosions around them.
But in the end, Soichiro does kill someone. Mihael dies. He'd have been safe if he was still dormant within Mello and the flames reflect a distortion of his person. The flaws of his character leap at his skin, morphing it, extracting Mihael from Mello, leaving ugly scars of bubbling flesh. It's excruciating and he screams, but not from pain. He grows numb from the searing heat and his body rejoices in relinquishing the last weakness—the human element.
Raw. Volatile. Unadulterated.
Pure Mello.
A/N: Thank you for reading