From Matt to Mello
This is my first published story. Yay! Please review in any way. Loosely based songfic, try to guess the song. Rated T cause shounenai and language. Part 1 of 3.
Disclaimer: Don't own Matt. Don't own Mello. Don't own deathnote. Never will.
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The first time I saw you, we were 8 years old. I had just moved to Wammy's, and, overwhelmed, I had run into the snowy woods. Shivering, I huddled behind a rock, hugging my knees. When I looked up, you were there. Maybe you had always been there, and I hadn't noticed. You were slumped against a tree, maybe 10 feet away, struggling to stand. There was blood everywhere, crimson staining the air around us, but the color that has stayed with me the most was blue. The blue of your eyes. Your lips and your fingertips, too, were blue. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was clearly in a better state than you, and yet I was the hunted in this scenario. Your eyes locked upon me with all the rage and pain of a crazed bear. I was taller then too. Even so, you held your ground.
"D-do you n-need help?" My teeth were chattering. I'd barely been out in the cold 10 minutes.
"F-f-fuck off, k-kid." You snarled at me, attempting to walk (probably menacingly) towards me, but you fell, unable to put weight on one leg. Abandoning all common sense, I stepped cautiously forward. You glared, but nothing more. I propped you, sitting, against a tree. If looks could kill, I'd be smothered with taffeta and stuffed in a tree somewhere*, but you seemed too weak to protest. I sat next to you, and we waited to be rescued. I held your hands in mine, and gradually, the blue faded from your fingertips. The End.
This marks the end of part one. Please review!
*Sorry, but I shamelessly put my "favorite" true crime story in there. It's the Hagley Woods Bella mystery, and it's where I got my name. Please only research this or any other true crime story with caution. If you think you'll regret it later, don't look it up.
Part 2 coming soon.