A/N This was actually one of the first fics I ever wrote but when I finally typed it up my stupid computer lost the file and I was always to lazy to re-type it…anyway this is a birthday fic to Matt! ;D

I don't own Matt, Mello or any of the other amazing characters….

"Ugh" Matt woke up with his face pressed against the cheep, rough carpet. He hated sleeping on the floor but it was Mello's turn for the couch…. He glanced over at his best friend, who was still asleep, lying sideways on the couch facing him. His mouth was hanging open and his face was peaceful. The angry façade he had worn for a long time was gone. Matt knew it would re-appear when Mello woke up but for now he looked years younger. As much as he wanted to let the older boy sleep forever, it was happening today. January 26, the day they would solve this forever or their entire world would fall apart….

He leaned over and shook Mello's shoulder gently "Hey!" There was no response from the sleeping boy. He shook it harder; "Mells! Wake up!" He mumbled something and rolled over. "Wake the hell up Mello!" He screamed finally.

His eyes flew open. "-The hell Matt? Jesus! No need to scream at me!"

"It's today," The redhead said simply.

"Oh, right." He rolled slowly off the couch. "We should eat breakfast."

"Yeah, might be our last…" Matt joked half-heartedly. But neither of them laughed; both knew how true that statement just might be.

Mello walked off, presumably to find food, and Matt began to dress. He slipped on his favorite skinny jeans, a striped tee shirt, and a vest. He then hung a pair of goggles around his neck, which would eventually keep the smoke out of his eyes.

"Do you purposely dress to look as gay as possible?" Mello asked sweetly from the doorway.

He scowled, "Shut it Mells. At least I don't wear leather tank tops that make me look like I have friggin boobs."

"You're just jealous of my fabulous pecs…" and he smiled his devils smirk. Oh god, prayed Matt silently. Please don't let today be the last time I see that smile… And then he remembered that he didn't believe in god, never had, and leaned over to punch his conceited friend.

Matt walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later to find Mello sitting at the table surrounded by chocolate. He was already halfway through one bar and three more lay open on the table. He rolled his eyes, "Really Mello?"

"What?" Mello snapped. "I need as much energy as possible today, and how come you never eat anything?"

"Smoking kills your appetite," he said with a shrug. "And I was planning on eating today anyway. Matt dug around for a minute in a drawer before he found what he was looking for. "Ha!" He exclaimed, holding up a moldy looking Power Bar. "I knew we had one left!"

"Eww! Those things taste like rubber!"

"Good thing you're not the one eating it." Matt began trying to force down the bar while Mello watched with an amused expression. He made it through a third of it before tossing it in the trash and lighting a cigarette.

"Wow, that's probably the most food you've eaten in about a week."

"Shut it, why do you care?" but Mello wasn't near finished yet…

"…I swear to god, if you were a chick I'd think you were anorexic…"

"Whatever."

"…You never eat a goddamn thing…"

"Ugh, didn't we have this argument yesterday?"

"…Not healthy at all."

"Goddang Mello! It's time to freaking go!"

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok," he stuffed the remainder of the last chocolate bar in his mouth whole. "Whars ma dam helmeh?"

"Um, it's over here," Matt grabbed the black helmet off the table and tossed it to him. "Catch."

He grinned a chocolate-laced smile. "Danks."

"Whatever, chocoholic. Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

Matt walked out to his shiny new car. He had jacked it from a super rich neighborhood the day before, and by god, it was gorgeous. Shiny, and red… He ran his hands lovingly over the hood. Too bad bullets would soon scare her pretty paint job…

"Hello? Earth to Matt? Mello snapped irritably.

"Yeah, sorry. I just blinked out."

"Well let's go!" Mello pulled out his old motorbike out of the shed. "Let's go," he repeated. They stood awkwardly for a moment; neither could have known that the end of the day would leave both of them dead. "Good luck." Mello finally said, pulling the helmet over his shaggy blonde hair. They couldn't wear any type of radio or communication device because Takada's bodyguards could track them. Matt took one last pull of his cigarette, dropped it on the ground and stomped on it; then he walked forward to embrace Mello. They hugged for a few seconds before releasing each other. Mello's expression softened, "Don't get killed Mattie. Please promise me that…."

"Sure Mells, I got this. You know that."

"Yep. Course." He grinned, and then the hard look was back. Mello flicked down his visor and Matt lit yet another cigarette. "C'mon." He kicked his bike into gear and Matt climbed into the ebony car; the two friends drove away.

.

Matt pulled off the road a block before the location where Takada would be exiting her car; he rolled down his window as Mello passed.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, pull ahead."

"Kay, see ya' later," Fat chance of that. He sped up, passing Mello, heading towards the waiting crowd. With practiced skill he skidded the car parallel to Takada, leaned out the window and opened fire on her guards. He took care to shoot over their heads though… No need to actually kill any of these morons… Panicked people ran everywhere and guards yelled angrily into radios. "Traitors," someone screamed….

He blankly watched Mello's friend, Halle, pull Taki from the car and help her onto the back of Mello's bike. Mello then sped away and Matt snapped back to life. Revving the car hard with a sharp turn to the left, he took off, going the opposite direction from his friend.

He sped down the street, cursing the cars already tailing him. Fortunately there were only five… Easy enough to lose. Besides being the hacker and all-around computer geek for the mafia, he had been the getaway driver and had gotten pretty damn good at losing cops. He made a mental note to switch cars soon.

Matt turned sharply down a narrow alley and lost two more. Knocking down a trashcan, he narrowly avoided running straight into a lamppost. He exited back onto the main road and his heart stopped cold; three cars were waiting for him and several more were coming from all directions possible.

"Shit! The cars from before! Just how many bodyguards of Takada's are there?" He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a thin stream of smoke, "Alright… Time to put up another smoke screen…" Yeah, before they go after Mello…

At least twenty guns were pointed at his chest as he climbed out of the car holding the gun over his head in defeat. "Wait a minute. … Since when have Japanese been able to carry such nice guns?" He controlled his fear easily. "I'm an accomplice in the kidnapping of Takada… Don't you guys have a lot of questions to ask me? What's the point..." He took a final draw on his cigarette." …In shooting?"

As what felt like thousands of bullets ripped through him, Matt cried out in pain and fell to the ground. And just as the saying goes, his life passed through his eyes…. Except it wasn't just his life, it never had been. His life and Mello's had been intertwined since the day they met…He remembered the day Mells had showed up at Wammy's. He was crying…after that day he had never cried again…Remembered the two of them playing Mario Card, having snowball fights, fighting Kira, rising through the ranks of the Mafia until there was nowhere left to rise… He remembered Mello's bitter laugh, his devil's smile, his shiny hair, and the snap of chocolate as he bit it in two… Matt struggled to remain conscious but it was a losing battle… He could no longer feel any pain. This is the end, but it was fun while it lasted… Bye Mells… And everything went black.

a/n This will be a two-shot, the next chapter will be Mello's… :)

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