Wow, I haven't written a Death Note fic in a long while; besides Whisper to a Scream, which will eventually be updated. Anyways, here, have some random angst. And MattxMello, just because it can be that way.

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The air was smoke filled and this time, Mello did not mind it; somehow it was comforting because of what is too come in fourteen hours. He didn't mind the comforting, incessant beeping from Matt's PSP or the fact the red head was now ignoring him to beat that Kingdom Hearts game or whatever the game he was playing. The way the apartment seemed darker and messier then usual didn't bother him at all anymore, nor did the thought of death.

Mello decided it was easier to accept his fate, and he had his chances to swallow his pride and agree to work with Near but Mello didn't work like that and Matt was willing to follow him to the end and that's exactly what was happening and Mello didn't know if he should be grateful or pissed off because this was suicide and Matt deserved to live. Matt didn't do anything wrong, Matt wasn't involved in the Kira case unless something happened to Near.

Wicked green eyes glance up to meet his own blue eyes, and around his cigarette, his lips move and the words come out, easily; smoothly, as though they were not going to die and that tomorrow would just be another day of spying and doing whatever else they had to do and Mello envies Matt for that nonchalant attitude, "Are you okay?"

Three dumb words, of course Mello wasn't okay; but his pride and ego would not let him admit to the fact that inside, he felt miserable and he thinks he's going to throw up; his stomach lurches into his throat and he manages a reply, "I'm fine, Matt."

Matt shrugs and returns back to his game, the incessant beeping back in full force; and Mello stands up and decides to go think elsewhere, before the pain in his neck gets worse and then there is silence and those green eyes are breeching into his soul again and Mello hates and loves it all at the same time and he just wants to…to just…and his thoughts are instantly cut off as nicotine stained lips press against his and Mello doesn't know what to think. There are a million possibilities as to what could happen next and he doesn't want this moment to end.

Because in thirteen hours now, they will be dead.