Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note :(
Ohh, my first story here. Recently become 'obsessed' with Death Note again, and when I watch it, Matt and Mello ALWAYS interest me. So here is a short story of them... and my OC
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The weather was getting worse. The wind picking up in speed and the rain was pouring down. No surprise the streets would be flooded with the dirty storm water. The dark sky lit up as lightning cracked across it's unreachable surface. The thunder echoed through empty halls and shook entire buildings as the storm rolled through.
In one of the abandoned houses in the industrial part of town, sat a man of about nineteen. The lights were turned off and the only source of light was that of the small hand held gaming system. It's blue luminous light lit up his face and that was it. Beside him sat a blonde male. His eyes were closed, his arms folded over his chest as his breathing was heard softly during the intervals of the thunder. He stirred each time the thunder shook the house.
There was a crack of lightning before a huge boom of thunder. It shook the entire house and caused the male concentrating on his game to look up. He switched off the game and placed the gaming system on the coffee table before him before glancing around. His gaze then darted toward his friend asleep on the couch beside him.
"Hey… Mello, wake up"
He waited. No response. He nudged his friend with his elbow before another crash of lightning lit up the room through the window. Mello stirred at the sound of the thunder following before opening his eyes. He rubbed a gloved hand against his scarred eye before sitting up and staring at Matt.
"What is it? Afraid of a little thunder?"
Matt scoffed and stood up, stretching his arms out, "No, the lights went out… I'm going to go check it out, I'll be back"
Mello mumbled under his breath as he relaxed back into the couch and fell asleep again. He pulled his black coat tight around him as the icy wind blew in through cracks in the window. Matt rolled his eyes from beyond his goggles and grabbed his coat from the arm of the couch. He pulled it over his shoulders before running his hand through his hair as he walked down the dark hallways.
He reached the front door and punched in a few digits into the number pad on the wall before the heavy metal door unlocked and swung open. He grabbed a flash light from the corner and switched it on before pushing open the worn down wooden door that would hold no protection for them. He shut the door behind him as he entered the storm.
He pulled his collar up around his neck, his other arm wrapped around himself as he tried to keep warm. He ran down the footpath to the side of the house. The flash light gave no light to light up whatever was around him. He followed the concrete ground under his feet before shining the flash light up on the wall and spotting the electrical box. He pulled the lock from its latch and placed it in his pocket before holding the light to the many circuits.
The rain fell harder, soaking his hair and coat. He quickly brushed his wet hair out of his sight and wiped the rain from his goggles before continuing on what he was searching for. Of course this made no trouble for him, he was an expert when it came to whatever electrical you needed help with. Though this was no computer and the cords were faded. The amount of light from the flash light didn't aid much either. He finally flicked a switch and glanced up at one of the windows and nodded to himself when he noted that the lights were back on.
He pushed the door shut on the box and turned back down the path. Counting his steps as he glanced around with the flash light. He'd never really paid much attention to the surroundings of this place. It was a dump. Whoever lived here before hadn't taken pride in cleaning. Not that he cleaned, he was neat, keeping most of his belongings stored neatly away so he didn't have to searching for it when he needed it. And with the attendance in the Kira case, he needed a lot of the computer wires and parts.
He found himself walking back up the footpath to the house. His shoes hit the stairs before a scream echoed through the streets. He froze, before jumping at the crash of thunder. He turned slightly, fright still freezing his body as he moved the flash light around desperately to see the source of the scream.
"H-Hello?" his voice broke as he took a step up the stairs.
He hesitated. His gaze locked on the closed door, but his thoughts on the scream. What if someone was being attacked? That could be the case, this place wasn't the ideal no crime living area. He drew in a deep breath and turned, leaving the stairs and walking down the wet path. He cursed under his breath as he remembered his gun was on the table, safe inside. He continued cursing to himself as he pushed himself to walk further ahead.
Matt, what the hell are you doing?! Yeah, you heard a scream! Doesn't mean let's just walk off and see what's going on! Oh, and you're unarmed! Idiot!
He frowned and slowed his pace. The rain still falling, and lightning still lighting up the area. He glanced around every chance he had. When the thunder subsided he could hear soft whimpers. He frowned as he took steps forward, following what he could hear, though the heavy rain drowned it out. He sighed with irritation. Of course this was a stupid idea. Searching for something that had obviously disappeared long ago.
"Hello?" he cupped his gloved hand around his mouth to make his voice louder, "Is someone there?"