Ugh…where am I? Matt found himself laying up on what felt like a hard dirt floor. He hurt all over, especially his chest. Feels like I was shot or something…
Wait…
I was.
That kept his attention. He was dead. Shot down in the middle of the road. Well, it was appropriate at least; live a dog's life, die a dog's death. Mello was going to be pissed when he found out, though.
However, there were more pressing matters at hand. Like, for example, why he was still conscious. He did not share Mello's Catholic beliefs concerning the afterlife; he figured that dead was dead, and there was nothing more to it.
"I've never been so glad to be wrong in my life." He muttered to himself, standing and dusting himself off. Even so, this place didn't look anything like the Heaven or Hell that Mello talked about. It seemed to be night, but there wasn't anything up in the sky. For some reason, though, there was a line of street lamps to his left, marking what could only be a path. He couldn't quite tell where they went, but anything was better than just sitting here doing nothing, so he started walking.
Hopefully, whatever was at the other end would have cigarettes. Or video games.
- - -
Matt, never having been dead before, was still not quite sure what to expect from the afterlife. However, he was certain that this would've been low on the list. Before him stood a chain of buildings, the most prominent one reeking of loud music and alcohol. A sign, garishly painted so as to be impossible to miss, declared the name of the business.
He blinked. "A pub?" Again. "Called… Mu?" And once more for good measure.
The afterlife was a bar called 'nothingness'? Whose idea of a sick joke was that? Looking around, it seemed like the other buildings were motels or convenience stores (announcing from their windows sales on Aspirin and the such). Not a one selling electronics… pity. Ever complacent, Matt shrugged it off. At least the cigs would be easy enough to get.
Well, he was going to be here a while- an eternity, if Mello's religion was right about anything. Might as well find something amusing to do.
As he walked through the doors to Mu, he wondered how quickly he could get a bar fight started.
A/N: Just a quick little fic, because DAMMIT! The Death Note ending sucked! This idea spawned from a conversation with a friend of mine, who is hopefully reading this. You see what you make me do? Heh heh. Anywez, I might continue with this, depending on my moods and whims. Updates will most likely be erratic and (while longer than this one) fairly short. We'll see.