"Mello Averin. Or I shall say, Mihael Keehl." The russian judge, as the trial took place in Mello's hometown, Moscow, said. "You claim that that Light Yagami was Kira, our saviour. And that is the reason you killed him. Considering him as a murderer, of course." Mello touched his scar lightly and nodded. He turned to glance at his childhood best friend, and ally since the Mafia people died, Matt. He was sitting first seat at the front, looking at Mello through his goggles, expressionless.

Mello knew it.

Matt was sad.

Matt was angry.

But Matt wouldn't show it in front of others.

Especially in a situation like this.

And not for his own benefit.

For Mello's.

"Yes." Mello answered simply to the judge. "I consider Kira a murderer and after being sure he was Kira, I did what I thought right." The judge cleared his throat and went on.

"However, even though there is no solid proof, we had a few confessions saying the same thing. The fact that the killings stopped, means that this can be taken into account. Of course, if we consider Kira a criminal."

Mello looked outraged at the judge.

Mello knew he was a Kira worshipper.

Which meant that not only the thought of killing Kira, but actually succeeding in doing so, meant seven lifetimes in jail, the least.

"Guilty. Forty years in prison for the murder of Yagami Raito by gun, having shoot twenty times, and another fifty years for all the previously mentioned crimes you have committed during being part of the mafia. Ninety years in prison." Mello's eyes went wide.

He'd never see the sunlight again.

Ever again.

Not that he cared.

Mello gritted his teeth.

"Fuck you and your horrible justice. Fuck you. Fuck you!" Mello growled. He was dragged out of the trial as he cursed uncontrollably, the last thing seeing Matt jumping up and taking off his goggles, his eyes red.

"Matt!" The door closed and Mello tried to bite off his tongue, unsuccessfully.

"Mello..." Mello heard Matt's voice coming from the phone.

"Be quick." The policeman ordered. Mello shoot him a glare for ruining the moment. Too cheesy, Mello, he thought to himself.

He hadn't heard from Matt for over seven years though.

That uninterested, yet too interested tone in his voice was one of the things he missed the most.

"Matt..." He mumbled back, exhaling the smoke.

And that's another good story.

Of how Mello started smoking.

"Mello?" His prison inmate, Aleksandr, looked at him and brought a cigarrete in front of his face. "Vot, voz'mite." (A/N: Vot, voz'mite means 'Here, take it'.)

"Net, Aleksandr." Mello mumbled.

And then his eyes went wide.

It was the brand Matt smoked.

So, it was Russian?

Mello never asked.

"Is it because I spoke in Russian that you rejected my offer?"

Mello hated Russian, and Aleksandr knew it.

He knew excellent Russian, but he had nothing good to remember.

Just his mother saying 'Goodbye' and leaving him after a significant number of times threatening him she'd do it.

And then beating Near in a rather humiliating way to him, being taken away from Matt as soon as they had reunited and spending a lifetime in a Russian jail.

"No Aleksandr, I just don't smoke. I have told you a million times."

"You seem stressed. That's why. And I'm not that much, so I thought you needed it."

"It's because you are thirty five and you are leaving this hell in five years and I am twenty nine and I'll never leave this place. Ever."

"I know, Mello. Fine, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Mello decided for once in his life to be a bit grateful.

Aleksandr was the best possible person to share a room in that hell.

He was rather friendly, a surprise to Mello, and he seemed to try to see that he was locked up as something he could actually handle.

He was no Matt though.

Matt was the best possible roommate.

"Fine. Give it to me."

"What? Really?" He wanted to see what Matt tasted and was addicted to.

And why.

Plus, he would die for something familiar, reminding him of his life earlier, in that horrible place.

That smell could be it.

Mello's lips were wrapped around the cigarette as Aleksandr lit it up for him.

He inhaled the smoke and immediately started coughing, taking the cigarette between his middle and index finger.

"First time ever?" Aleksandr asked surprised.

"N-No..." Mello cleared his throat. "It has just been awhile. I was fifteen last time."

Mello still remembered Matt getting excited he convinced Mello trying it out.

"How are you?" Matt's voice was barely a whisper. Thirty one year old Mello's eyes went wide.

"I am fine." There was a small pause.

"I-I missed you."

"It's been seven years since you last came to visit me."

"Yeah...I-I'm living in England. I don't really work, so I didn't have money for a ticket." Mello closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Matt could possibly look like after all these years.

Probably the same, just like Mello.

Mello looked as if he was still the stubborn seventeen year old guy he used to be, trying to convince the Mafia he was worthy of their trust.

And he had succeeded back then.

He had nothing to achieve anymore.

Not succeeding L, not catching Kira, not beating Near, not anything.

Although those three were practically the same thing.

"Oh." Mello opened his mouth, not being sure if he should speak his mind. "I missed you too. Like too much."

Neither of them was good with being confessed things or confessing.

"I already told you I did too." Mello lit up a new cigarette. "Are you smoking?" Matt asked, to Mello sounding as if he was faking the surprise.

Of course Matt could recognize even the slightest thing related to that habit. The noise of lighting it up was no exception.

"Yeah, it's been two years since I started it. My old inmate smoked. He convinced me to smoke as well."

"Oh. Was he released?"

"He died."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Mello wanted to punch the glass and throw the phone against the wall.

Matt and him were never awkward.

That was the definition of the world changing to him.

He fucking hated it.

"It's fine."

"Why am I not allowed to see you anymore?"

"Because I am considered as a high-rated criminal and shit and they think I'm dangerous of escaping in case there are any alive mafia members unknown to the police and they come to visit me and blah blah blah."

"Mello...I can't believe I'll never see you again. I-I...I miss you, man..." Mello felt a single tear running down his cheek as Matt's voice broke.

"Don't be a sissy, Matt..." He paused. "I...I want to see you too. Are you still wearing the goggles?" He attempted to brighten a bit the atmoshpere.

"I told you I'd never take them off." Mello laughed dryly, although he tried his best to make it sound as he was happy. "I'll try to convince them to let me see you next time."

"In another seven years?"

"I-I'm moving here, Mello. In Russia." Mello blinked a few times, looking at the glass at the place Matt was supposed to be, if Mello was right.

"Why?"

"I have nothing back in England. I at least have you here. And here there are many Russian video games considered rare which is one more reason."

"You never change."

"Ever, Mello. Don't you either. Remain the same Mello you were in Wammy's House."

"I won't change."

"I-I brought you some chocolate. I hope they'll allow me to give it to you in person. Tomorrow."

"You'll come again?" Mello sounded like a little child.

"Of course I will. And don't smoke too much, Mello."

"Look who's talking."

"I stopped smoking. I-I..." Matt paused. "I started eating chocolates. Nearly as many as you. Thank god we both got good metabolism." Mello laughed, and he actually felt like it. "Chocolate means Mello to me."

"I kind of started smoking because of you too."

"Really?"

"Yes, Matt."

"Visiting hours are over." The police officer said looking at Mello. Mello glared at him. "Come on, Mr. Keehl..."

"Goodbye, Matt."

As soon as Mello was put back to his room, he started screaming and spitting while searching for his gun to shoot the nurse and claiming he'd do the same as someone unknown to the poor nurse', named 'Beyond Birthday'.

Mello had drool running down his chin as his eyes were slightly insane.

"B did the best possible thing, B died because of Kira! And you all worship that fucker! All of you hail to me and L! And Matt! I want Matt! Where's Matt! Matt!" The nurse backed off after tying Mello up to his bed and sedating him.

Matt broke down as soon as he left the phone back.

The psychiatrist touched his shoulder lightly.

"Do I have to do this everyday...? Will he ever remember I'm actually coming every single day?"

The woman sighed.

"I doubt it. He thinks he's in prison, not in a mental institution. He started smoking because he said 'he missed you'."

"I know. He says it to me everyday." Matt took of his goggles, feeling the tears running down.

"Keep on telling him you're moving in here, Russia, that you can't see him because you're not allowed to and the rest. He's dangerous. He's been diagnosed with a form of schizophrenia. You already know it. We need to keep his attention on things like these so he might get better. As soon as you're gone, he always goes crazy. You've seen him losing it a few times too, I don't think it's good for you either to witness that."

"I-I know it...I just...can't accept it. Was the fact that Near ruined his plan about kidnapping Takada enough to do this? I know he killed Light Yagami and it's a good reason for you think he is mentally unstable, but honestly he was right to do that. I-I don't think it's schiz-"

"You know I am not a Kira worshipper so I think it was righteous as well. But he was drugged after the trial so he wouldn't attack anyone. And he kept on drawing on the floor and walls, excellently I'd say, someone around eighteen, and wrote 'I'll kill you.' next to it. And he even explained to me how he'd do it. It's that 'Near' you told me about. These are some of the many things I have to unfortunately remind you about."

"We've been talking about these for the past six years, are you joking? I know all of them." Matt sat down and buried his face inside his hands. "Will he ever get better? I mean...I noticed he wasn't fine even before he killed Light, he always let his emotions get the best of him but...I never thought it was that s-serious. Is it my fault that I didn't mention it earlier?"

"I can't know that for sure. And it's not your fault, Matt. You do things for Mello that others wouldn't do for their own family." Matt left his goggles on the desk and stood up quickly.

"Give those to him. I think it might help him remember I came here today. And he's family to me. He's...He's more than family. Way more." The psychiatrist smiled.

"I'm sure it will somehow help. It's an excellent idea."

"I'll come here tomorrow again." Matt greeted her as usual and stormed off.

He'd come and the following day after tomorrow.

Every single day.

If Mello needed him, he'd be there.

Until the very day Mello or him died.