Not Forever No. 1

He paced back and forth, the empty hallway. There was nothing to be heard except for soft whispers and solemn tones eminating from the room at the end. He hoped, but what else can he do at this point? There was nothing else to do but to wait for the news of what happens next. He tugged on his rosary and whispered a silent prayer. He silently wished for his most admired hero, L to have succeeded in his promised tasked. Whatever the news may be, he wished that all the work hes done so far had counted. Though unlikely, Mello wished that maybe, with just a grain of hope, that he has finally surpassed his competitor, Near.

Suddenly, the door's lock clicked open and a strange looking old man, had peered out slightly and gestured for the blonde to enter. Inside, the spacious room there was nothing but bright glass windows, allowing the light to seep in. Sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by robotic toys and towers of dice were none other than his much hated Near. He glanced over at his nemesis, eyeing him dangerously, as if he wanted to strangle the estranged childish albino. Near dismissed the look, and nonchalantly twirled his hair.

"Roger, I understand the circumstance, but why have you called us here?" he spoke in his usual monotone voice.

"It seems that there are some grave news..." the old man, Roger silently spoke, his voice filled with sadness, but also in concern. Mello stood by Near, his bright turquoise eyes staring intently at the elderly man.

Roger straightened out his posture, sitting more upright now, as he spoke, "L has died, and..." He was roughly cut off by the agressive blonde's angry words. "But he can't... he promised me that he will catch Kira, and he got killed? No! Did he even deciede which one of us he wanted to succeede him?"

"No, unfortunately he died before he came to his decision. Mello, you and Near should work together... that would be the best decision for now." Roger said calmly, though in the back of his mind, the thought of Mello's agressive reaction to come lingered.

Mello's eyes narrowed his facial expression strained, the rage plastered all over his perfect features. How dare he suggest that? After all the two had been through, all their competions, and the severe disagreements, and plainly their extreme differences in personalities.

In his anger, he grabed Roger by the collar of his shirt, yanking the old man forward. "How could you suggest that?" he quickly let go, and he turned away, "Near is more fit to succeede than me. He has no emotions to distract him, he just calculates everything like its a puzzle or a game." He spitted out, his voice dripping with poison, as we walked away angrily.

The door clicked open, and a tall, red-headed teen peeks his head in, accidentally. He looks directly at Mello, his eyes wide with shock. He mutters an apology for interupting and he leave, shutting the door behind him.

Mello couldn't believe that Matt had heard, he silently cursed himself, but his blood was boiling with rage, for some reason he believed that Matt would understand, though he was deeply concerned shoves his thoughts out of his mind.

"No... Mello..." Roger calls out.

"As for me, I'm leaving this institution; I'm almost 15, I can take care of myself."

Those were his final words as he walks shutting the door. Again, he was beat by Near, but now it was by choice, and it was time to make a new legacy for himself, as Mihael Keehl, not number 2. As he hurridly packed his belongings in a black backpack, all he could think of was how to say goodbye. Goodybe, was a word he heard almost daily as a child, and such painful memories should not be experienced once more by anybody else. Especially not Matt.

He walked into an empty hallway, pictures of miscellanious children lining the walls, their laughters echoing from the room at the end. With his the many thoughts rushing through his head, he silenced them. Acting as if nothing was wrong, his strode his way past toddlers playing on the floor and made his way to a copper headed teen, with his shoulders slumped forward, his thumbs busily twidling the controller, as his attention completely focused on his tasked at hand. "Matt." He touched the red head's shoulder gently. He nodded and took a long drag of his cigarette. "Hey, Mello? Whats up? How'd it go?" he asked as he continued to play his game, hidden under his orange tinted goggles was his saddened eyes. He pretended, and he wished, that maybe what he had accidentally overheard was nothing more than his lover's angry outburst.

Mello half dragged Matt back to their shared room, having Matt frantically save his game.

"Whats so important that it had to be now, Mello? I almost beat that level." Matt asked. He masked his true feelings with his words.

Asking for the words Mello uttered to be nothing but rage, they echoed in his ears, deafening him with what might be true.

Mello looked at him sadly, with his shoulders slumped and his head held down. Matt stared at him intently, as if trying to read his emotions, with his beautiful bright green eyes. He would miss that. He would miss his kisses, his scent, the noise of his gaming at 3 am, the smell of his cigarettes. Everything.

He vowed that it would never happen again, he never wanted to leave someone he loved so dearly. Matt held the blonde's hand tightly, as he tilted his chin upwards, to have them meet eyes. Kissing him gently on his soft pink lips, as silent tears began to fall from his eyes. As if he had already known. "Just go." He pushes Mello away, as he rubs his eyes with his sleeve. Mello stared at him, shocked. This was Matt, and he never cried for anything, not when his mother died, not when his father beat him, and not even when Mello refused to talk to him for a week, after he found out that Matt had been helping Near with his homework.

He reached for the red head's hand, and pulled him in for a kiss, their tongues interlocking, wiped Matt's tears away. "Make me yours tonight, Matt? Even for one last time." He whispered sensually in the his copper headed lover's ear. Matt sighed, and smiled slightly "Not just tonight, you'll always be mine, Mello. No matter where you go, can you promise me, that you'll always love me?" he whispered back, caressing his lover's naked member, with his long slender fingers. "Nghn...Matt...ah...I love...you...Always." Mello moaned through his pleasured moans, his face flushed with esctacy, and erotic pleasure, as Matt lifted his toned hips, inserting into his lover's moist entrance. He rocked in a forward motion, slowly, making sure it would last. He sighed deeply, his heavy breathing, accompanied Mello's pleasured moans, as the last thrust, made him spill his seed inside his lover, causing the blonde to errupt in a loud moan his body overwhelemed with pleasure, his body shaking from the feeling, sighing in content as Matt pulled out, his body shaking.

Matt stood up, pulling his boxers on, and then his pants. He walks over their closet, and pulls out a large wad of cash, pulled together with a rubber band. Mello sat up abruptly looking at the clock, it was 1 am, and it was time to make his move. He looked sadly at Matt, who handed him the bills.

"Here. You need it, I was saving it for an emergency, but I guess you need it." Matt turned away from him, lighting a cigarette, and taking a long puff. Mello got dressed, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good Bye, Matt..." he almost whispered as he picked up his black backpack, and made his way to the door.

"Not, forever Mello." Matt said with an enthusiastic smile plastered on his face as he waved goodbye.

Mello gave him a small smile, as he left.

Matt paused his game, and took a deep breath. Why did he have to leave? He blamed himself, thought of every flaw imaginable and placed it upon himself. He cursed silently, as he climbed into bed and distorted his body up into a curled ball. Clutching Mello's pillow, promising himself that one day, when it was the right time, that he will find Mello.

"Someday..." he whispered as he drifted into uneasy sleep.