"BEST FRIENDS" MEANS…
To you, having him was the greatest thing in the world. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that you could actually, truly have a friend. Despite all that you have done, all the sins you've committed. You are allowed something so… so pure, despite his looks. Just like the saying, "opposites attract".
You are alone. Completely.
No one's coming to save you from the darkness you've lead yourself into. Not even that one, pure soul that God allowed you to have.
He's not coming. He's not coming because of the things you said, the things you did.
You hurt him, you broke him. You did everything you could to make him stay.
You did those things to assure his safety; to assure yourself that he would always be kept safe.
That's why he wasn't coming this time. You betrayed him, you cursed him, you hit him, you did awful, terrible things to him.
There was no way he was coming back to you. Not even as you lie on your death bed, half of you melted away.
You try to open your eyes, but fail miserably and just lie there. You lie in the ash and the debris…
Everything you built here was gone.
You try to swear a loud, but only managed to cough up ash. You turn on your side, your good side, coughing out the black powder that stained your mouth.
You can almost hear his voice; it was a soothing sound. You didn't know if that's what he sounded like anymore, but you liked the picture it put in your head.
"Hey, calm down, a'right? Jus' get it all out, Mels…"
It was seriously like he was right there, hovering over you to block out the moon's soft rays. You try to open your eyes to confirm your theory.
You turn on your back and open your eyes, staring up. There's no one there.
You swear loudly, getting interrupted with more coughs.
"Damnit…" cough. "Matt…" cough. "Please…" cough.
After a few moments, you hear his voice again, comforting you. Or at least trying to.
"Please? Please what, Mels? You're not making sense."
The innocent and pure laughing tone makes tears spring to your eyes. You can't cry, though.
You have to be strong.
"Help me—" cough. "Save me." cough. "Please, I'm begging you…" cough.
You plead and plead, even though you know he's not coming. Even though you know your mind is merely playing tricks on you.
You know the tricks because suddenly, he's leaning over you. His red hair dishelved, his goggles on his head, his blue eyes wide with worry.
"Mel? Mello! Mihael! MIHAEL!"
This time, the voice isn't so… dream-like.
It was still his voice, but it had some… some sort of tone… this tone that proved that he had grown up.
All you can do to reply is cough up more ash.
"God damnit, Mihael!"
He cried, managing to get you into a sitting position. You heave a few more loud, harsh-sounding coughs before you feel like you can speak.
"Mail…"
It's all you can manage before you start to cough again.
"Fuck, Mel! What'd you do!?"
The anger and sadness that was mixed in his voice made you frown over your coughs.
"I don't…" cough. "… know." cough.
"I'm taking you to a hospital!"
The red head continued to stare at him, as if expecting a reply.
"… kay…"
And with that, you fall unconscious.
He had come; he really had. There was no doubt about it.
The pure one had come to save he who bathed in sin.
You smile weakly, but you know you aren't going to last long.
No matter what.
"Have to…" cough. "Catch Ki—" cough. "Kira…"
You mumbled. A soft 'shhh'ing sound comes from above you, and leather gloves are making their way through your hair.
"Go to sleep, Mels. Everything will be better in the morning."
Yes… this is what is meant. To be near one another, to help with problems, to be there, always.
That's what "best friends" meant.
A/N: Well, I wrote this one… cause… I wanted to blow up Mello. No, not really. It's because of this icon I saw on photobucket that had both Mello and Matt while they were dead, and in the middle it said "Best Friends Means". ; 3 ;