AN: Mild rant and then on with the tinny little drabble, kay? Ahem. What the hell is up with the sudden outburst of BitchMatt stories in the fandom? No, not UkeMatt, BitchMatt. There is a difference. BitchMatt cannot seem to do anything without Mello holding his hand. This is just plain WRONG! Matt is a man, damn it! And contrary to popular belief, he CAN function on his own. *grumble* Ok, sorry, had to get that out. This is unbeta'd so there might be a few errors.
"I'm not sure I can stand this place much longer."
It had been said in a manner that clearly wasn't joking but that didn't quite imply seriousness either. Hence, Mello let the statement roll right off of him. You see, Matt was someone not to be taken seriously in most circumstances, simply because he himself was not a serious person. Now and then he'd let slip some profound reasoning or a bit of techie knowledge reserved for only a genius few, but the majority of the time he was too wrapped up in a game or his own thoughts to bother much with anything else.
Though, there were exceptions. These exceptions were Mello. (Which really should've been a red flag from the start. If Matt was taking the time out of a game to speak, it was probably worth listening to.) Said blond knew this, but was not quite aware of it on a surface level… And so, Matt's small, contemplative statement was left as such, floating in to the space between both boys on the window seat to swirl and be swept out the open pane to settle in the chill English moor.
And now, as Mello stares at the made bed and old Poke'mon Blue cartridge being used for a paper weight, he can't even bring himself to pick up the note. But it's probably for the best because in a few minutes, Roger will call for him. He'll enter the admissions office to find Near already present and kneeling over a puzzle, and he'll wonder two things; why they've both been summoned and if it has something to do with a missing redhead.
It doesn't, and it's the last straw.
M,
I'm gone. Get out of here while you have the chance. This place is holding you back.
Don't look for me, I'll come to you, like always.
This isn't goodbye.
M2
p.s. Brace yourself
AN: This is written under the pretense that Matt recieved knowledge of L's death at the exact moment the message was sent to Wammy's House from Watari's system in Japan. I always assumed that was how he aquired those unmatched hacking skills of his, getting into the Wammy's system time and time again. I also wanted to put a new spin on Mello's reaction to L's death. I mean, of corse he's upset, his whole life was based on becoming L, but I have a hard time believing he could just up and leave Matt like that, especially if you follow the non-con-might-as-well-be-con of them being best friends. Mello's not heartless. Far from it.
Sorry about the length. My muse is a dirty little tease.