A Broken Hallelujah
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. I also don't own the song or artist used here
I'm in love with the song "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright (unless it's a cover. bah whatev). It's a really good song.
The fic may not match the song... I actually know a song that matches perfectly. But I wanna use 'Hallelujah' because in the end it would all match up. Just think hard. :
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Love is not a victory march,
"Hey, Matt."
The redhead lay on his stomach, long sleeves rolled up and goggles around his neck. He looked up at Mello quick, and his eyes darted from him to the game in his hands. "Mmhm?"
Even with air conditioning, the summer still made Whammy's hot. Mello had his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. He lay on his stomach as well, on the bed parallel to Matt's with his head resting on his hands. "If I asked you to shoot me, would you?" he asked nonchalantly. Though a completely normal question (remember, this question was coming from Mello), it was actually worth thinking about. Matt paused his game, staring at the frozen characters to think. "Hm. Why'd you ask that? It's weird," he looked up to stare at Mello. Blue eyes blinked and stared back.
"I just wanna know. Would you?"
Matt closed his eyes briefly. He felt them sting as he did, and when he glanced back to the screen there was still some left over. "Yeah, I would," he answered finally. They both were silent for a moment, the game remained paused and kids could be heard screaming and laughing. Mello's lips curled into a small smile.
"In the head? I'd need you to kill me," Mello waved a chocolate-occupied hand playfully. Matt frowned. What the hell? He started the game back up, thumbs working fast to select commands. Unsatisfied, Mello crawled onto the bed next to his future murderer. "I'm serious," he said (seriously). Or maybe this was just Matt's way of thinking; he tried to stay patient to get the answer he wanted. But Mello was not good at being patient and he thumped his legs on the bed so hard he heard the mattress squeak.
Setting the game down in front of him, Matt turned his head to stare Mello in the eye. "You'd have to shoot me too," he said in the same manner the original question was asked in. He wrapped an arm around Mello's thin frame. "So we go down together."
Mello leaned his head on the shoulder of his victim-and-killer. "You'd chicken out, I bet," he mumbled. "Then I'd have to shoot myself which isn't near as easy as being shot." Matt laughed. No one could talk about killing each other easier than the two of them could. "Nah, I'd have to make sure both of us were dead so we could come back as zombies and eat people together," he grinned.
With a smile, Mello pulled their faces together for a kiss. "Good, because I wouldn't wanna be alone."
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.