Mello layed on his bed, staring up at the rusty, creaky ceiling fan. Apathy filled the cold room. Mello, for once, could feel no impulse to do anything. He could feel no cause to even step foot outside his crappy apartment.
Kira had been caught, identified as Light Yagami, and sentenced to death. This alone should have made the rest of Mello's existance perfect, for it had been him and not Near that had defeated him.
But Mello didn't care that he'd won. Putting Kira on death row wasn't nearly enough. Kira, or rather, Light, deserved to be skinned, set on fire with gasoline, stabbed repeatedly, electrocuted, and then have quadruaple amputation, and survive it all. Then be decapitated with a blunt ax.
This was cruel and unusual, even for Mello's standards, but he had a good reason for it.
Kira had taken away the one thing that made Mello want to live. The one thing that kept him willing to go on.
Due to Kira, Matt was dead.
And there was nothing Mello, or anyone in the mortal world, could do about it.
