okay, this is my first fanfic, so please don't flame me, i take critism well, just don't be mean about it. I'm sorry if this is a little short, i promise that the chapters will get longer as the story goes on...thank you if you actually get past this ranting, I know the whole "matt after mello thing is overused" but regardless, here is my take on it.
I do not own Death Note (as much as I wish i did) or any related titles.
Mello was gone.
Roger had announced it to all the kids in the orphanage, and the usually loud and annoying group fell into dead silence.
Mello?
Why did he leave?
But he was just behind Near to become the next L?
Maybe he couldn't take it?
L is dead, will Near take over then?
Maybe he went off to kill himself like A.
Matt walked out of the assembly room; he didn't want to hear the silent inquires from the surrounding children. Mello had said goodbye, and had left. Too damn proud to work with Near, too proud to admit he needed anyone. He didn't even need Matt.
Matt would've followed Mello to the end of the world, would have done anything his short-tempered angle told him too. But no, Mello didn't need him.
And Matt was worthless without him.
"Matt," a small voice whispered behind him.
"WHAT?" he lashed back at it, flipping around in the long, seemingly deserted hall.
A small girl with brown pigtails, and wide, chocolate, bloodshot eyes was standing only meters behind him.
Linda.
The only girl in all of Wammy that didn't piss Mello off.
Matt couldn't even stand to look at her.
Her large chocolate eyes just reminded him of his Mello.
He turned around and kept walking.
"Matt, I'm so sorry." The girl said again. He stopped, what was up with her, this girl was supposed to be normal, not a clingy, emotional one like the other girls here.
"Whatever." Matt muttered under his breath, and then he started running. Running down the hall, past Roger's office, and toward the outside world. He started gasping after only a minute; exercise was not his strong point. Mello had always mocked him for it.
Mello.
He couldn't go back to the room they shared. He couldn't go back to the place they lived at all. Matt wouldn't be able to take it.
Matt was sitting on the curb, his head in his hands, and his goggles left beside him, forgotten, as he heard light footsteps.
"It's dark out," the girl said as she sat down next to him. "I told Roger that you were in your room, and that he should probably just leave you alone. I don't think he'll come looking for you anytime soon."
Matt looked over at her, she was absentmindedly playing with his own goggles. He looked back down at the ground, and groaned. There was an empty candy bar wrapper on the street.
Linda had spotted the source of Matt's distress, and quickly shoved the paper into her pocket. Matt just looked at her, and then placed his head back into his hands.
"How far did you get, before you came back?" she whispered, still toying with the goggles.
Matt sighed, "Only a few blocks, then I just started wandering around, and gravitated toward here."
The two kids were sitting right in front of Wammy's entrance gate.
"I knew you would come back." Linda shivered.
"It's cold," Matt told her. "Go inside, and I promise you'll see me in class tomorrow."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Matt looked up and saw Linda slip into the darkness called Wammy.
His goggles were exactly as he had left them.
Sighing, he placed his head back in his hands.