Prologue

Mello

For some reason, I can't stop thinking about my bitter friend. It had been five months since he'd left and so far I had received no call, no email, nothing.

L is gone, Mello is gone. Kira is still loose. What has become of this world?

I hear a knock at the door. It doesn't matter now. I've already lost the game.

"Come in"

It's Roger.

"Someone is on the phone for you"

"Tell them to call back later"

I roll over and prepare to resume my game.

"It's Mello"

WHAT???? Is this possible?

With a shaking hand, I take the phone.

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Chapter One

Reunion

"I'm coming back"

Those were the words I'd been waiting to hear for so many months and yet I still felt angry with Mello for leaving me in the first place.

"Why, Mello? Why now?"

"I need you Matty. I've missed you"

Does he realize what he did to me when he left? Did he even care how much I missed him?

Apparently not.

"Matt? You okay?"

"Yeah. When are you coming?"

"I'll be there in an hour," His voice sounded strange. Almost…no, Mello didn't cry. So what was it?

"Earth to Matt," Mello's voice jerked me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm here," Could he tell what I was thinking? Ugh, why couldn't I focus?

"So, I'll see you then," Mello was saying.

"Kay…bye," Mello murmured something back before hanging up- conversations with him were always so short. I rolled over onto my back and dug out my game-boy from the back pocket of my jeans. An intense virtual fight should help pass the time before my friend showed up. If he showed up. I pushed that thought from m mind and concentrated on murdering my opponents on the tiny screen. Why wasn't I jumping up and down or running down the stairs to meet him? Why did I feel so abandoned?

45 minutes later

Only fifteen minutes left before I would see my best friend for the first time in five months. With so little time left, running down the stairs seemed like a pretty good idea. I tossed my game-boy onto my bed and wrenched open the door.

Near was there. The little kid who had practically ruined Mello's life was standing right in front of the stairs.

"I hear that Mello is returning," His creepy little innocent face turned towards me.

"Yeah," I just wanted to get away from this annoying little albino. I pushed past him and sprinted down the stairs, two at a time, unaware of the small albino following.

"Matt!" The door opened and finally, finally, I got to see Mihael.

And then I really saw him. He had an awful looking scar traveling from the left side of his face all the way down his left arm. What had he done in the past five months? He saw my horror-struck face and grimaced.

"Why?" I demanded, needing to know what he'd been doing all this time.

"Shit," he looked ashamed. "I'll explain later. We have some catching up to do…"