I AM SOOOO SORRY EVERYBODY. My computer wheezed it's last binary a week(ish) back, and my mum wouldn't let me borrow hers(grumblebadparentinggrumble), and I finally got to a library! Yay! (the things an ass-load of slow, but whatever) So yeah, that's my excuse for that. the one pertaining to why this isn't an update for something else, yeah I got nothin'. Please enjoy anyways!
Disclaimer: I can't draw, so Death Note can't belong to me. It belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. Those wonderful, wonderful people.
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1. Unquestionable Existence
We were on a hike. The orphanage was on its randomly-semi-annual picnic. Mello and I had snuck away from the 17th straight round of Hide-and-Seek; hiking up a nearby hill. Mello talked, but I was only half listening, thinking to myself.
Mello what are you thinking about? Right now? are you thinking about me? How much lower I am than you? Do I disgust you? Annoy you? Do you want me to disappear? Or-
"Hey Matt," Mello said from next to me. Not as a question but like he was saying it just because he could. I turned to him. We had made it to the top, and he was looking out at the landscape laid out before us. "What are you thinking about?" I almost laughed at his question. If only he knew how much that very same question endlessly plagued my mind.
"…The sun,"
He turned and looked at me funny, "Why the sun?"
Because when it shines on you it makes you more infinitely radiant. Because my world revolves around you. Because that one time you stood in the sunset the world stopped. "…Because it started everything, keeps everything going. How we wouldn't be here without it," How I wouldn't be here without you.
Mello hm'ed, satisfied with my answer. I turned back out to the view. We remained silent like that for a few seconds until-
"I EXIST!" the cry rang out from next to me and in a split-second decision, I decided to respond.
"I EXIST TOO!" the call felt good; freeing and resolute. I turned to Mello. His eyes were closed and his mouth in a simple line. I wondered if I had annoyed him with my response, if this had been something he wanted to do alone. After a moment he opened his eyes. He caught me staring and I averted my gaze elsewhere.
"C'mon, they're probably looking for us," he began making his way down the hill.
"Hey Mells, what was that?"
"A confirmation," he didn't turn around. I jogged a bit to walk next to him.
"Can I ask what was confirmed?"
"No," he replied in a way like he knew I wouldn't press the issue. Which was true in all respect.
We spent the rest of our decent making small talk, and remained silent while Roger yelled at us for leaving the group. On the bus ride home, I thought back to what happened on the hill. How I almost said 'I exist for Mello,' for the world to hear and do with what it would.
Almost but not quite.
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Well, that was… Bittersweet, wasn't it? Thank you to Zinc for indirectly giving me this story and for directly helping me with it, and for the guy who waited to use the computer I was on for an hour(Sorry about that). You know who you are!
Thank you for reading, and reviews boost my morale! Seriously, it's disheartening to not get any comments. We feel ignored when you do that. No pressure~ (Favorites don't do to bad either. Just saying.)