Rated T for slight swearing.
Dark Chocolate
Chocolate's an aphrodisiac, you know. Matt always told me that it couldn't very well be one for me anymore, as I ate so damn much of it. I guess he might've been right, I might've grown a tolerance to it or whatever. Not like I'd ever tell him.
But I don't have the chance to admit it to him, anyway. The stupid little idiot had to go and die on me.
He was shot. Several times. Once wasn't good enough for those moronic policemen. I can only imagine the blood trickling out of his wounds, shades darker than the fiery red mop atop of his dead. Well-what used to be his. It isn't his now. He's dead.
Red like strawberries.
Strawberries are aphrodisiacs too.
Strawberries and chocolate taste awfully good with each other.
I grit my teeth and clench my fingers in the 9 – 3 position on the steering wheel. I have to finish this, I just have to. If not for Matt, then for me. If not for me, then for mankind. If Matt had been here, he would have snorted. He would have snorted and told me not to kid myself, I was doing this to beat Near.
And I would flippantly reply that if I did beat the little shit in the process of saving mankind from Kira then good on me. I hate Near.
"Ah, ah, ah," Matt's voice cuts through the silence and the thick layer of brooding that had settled over me in the cab of the truck. "Near's just a child. And you have a foul mouth, Mello Yellow."
"Near's just a child with the brain of a freaking genius," I snapped aloud in response to the imaginary voice. "And don't call me Mello Yellow."
"I'm just mad about Saffron…" Matt's voice sang lightly before fading away.
My eyes widen as I narrowly miss running over something on the road in front of me. Pay attention, Mello, pay attention…
We're nearly there now. Just a little farther, and then it will be over. Everything will have been worth it. Matt's death will have been worth it.
I chuckle darkly. Matt's death will never have been worth it.
Matt—my only true friend and confidante and so much more. Words can't describe.
My hand itches down toward a pocket in my pants. It twitches of its own will when it discovers that there isn't a chocolate bar smuggled against the tight pants. I sigh. Matt always told me that my chocolate addiction was exactly that: an addiction. Ha ha. Chocaholics Anonymous.
That would be the day.
The only chocolate I didn't like was dark chocolate.
It was too bitter, too far away from the classic characteristics of chocolate. Sweet, creamy, melts-in-your-mouth. Dark chocolate was bitter, sharp, and leaves a foul taste in your mouth. And it was good for you. What kind of chocolate can be called healthy?
Mello snorted.
Not his kind of chocolate.
The truck pulled to a stop, and Mello smiled.
If only Matt was here to see this. Mission complete.
Mello's head hit the steering wheel and his body went slack. He saw dark chocolate.
My first Death Note fanfic. Haven't read the manga yet, but I've seen the anime and the live action movie. And that really isn't relevant as Mello and Matt aren't even in the live action movie. Oh sigh.
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