Author's Note: Wow. First time with so many B mentions XD Bloody Hell. SPOILERS. Death Note's infamous Mello and Matt are paying respects to Beyond Birthday (B) after his demise in 2004. It's utter shite written whilst roleplaying. Not good.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR DEATH NOTE: ANOTHER NOTE. Other than that, not much. Death mentions, but not really very angsty. BxMello "severely hinted at" -cough-violently thrown in your face-cough-.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, The LA BB Murder Cases or anything else bar my version of Microsoft Word. Fuck the 2007 version, I like the 2003.
Dedications: Raspy-face and Blood on The Dance Floor for reminding me of B and Mello so much. Raspy for being a fruit. :D
Prepare for crap attempts at humour.
"Roses Mell? Really?"
"Fuck off, I cared about him." Mello glared and shifted the flowers in his arms carefully. "It's not like anyone else did. Not after A died." He sighed a little, running a delicate hand through his blonde hair.
"Do you reckon he's gone to Heaven or Hell?" Matt leaned over the bonfire casually, attempting to light a cigarette on one of the leaping tongues of flame, abandoning the effort when his eyebrow got singed.
"Ow."
Mello ignored him and started ripping up the roses methodically. "Purgatory, for now. Hopefully Heaven eventually, since I think everyone would agree he was pretty mental."
Matt paused, and looked carefully at Mello out of the corner of his goggles. "Or maybe just pretty, huh Mello?"
Mello's slight blush only succeeded in making his eyes seem that much more incandescent. Such a pretty blue, Matt thought, and wondered if they were all destined to be crazy.
Mello stayed quiet for a minute, watching the flames writhe. "Yes, okay. He was hot. But it wasn't just that - he was like a little part of something horrible, something bigger than all of us. Something… Beyond. Truly Beyond. " He wriggled his nose in contemplation, then sighed, shrugged, looked up at the sky and grinned, sticking up his middle finger.
"You were a bastard B. See you later, and we'll finish that kick-boxing match." With that, Mello poured the shredded roses on the flames, smiling a little as they disappeared in the heat.
"I hope he didn't have headphones in." Matt said dryly as Mello started walking back up to the House.
Mello raised his eyebrows in vague amusement. "Matt, I don't think you should be allowed to be sarcastic. Half of your left eyebrow is black."
Matt frowned and rubbed at the offending item furiously.
"And now it's disappeared."
"Shut up."
Throughout his life, Mello held a soft spot for B, the boy-man who wanted to destroy the person the blond admired most in the world. Maybe this was too abnormal to be considered love, but it was pretty Goddamn close.
Told you the humour was crap.
I did write it at two in the morning though.
This is when my brain decides it is time to vomit up plot bunnies.
:D Review if you liked it etc.
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TwistedPearls