Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note.
A/N: And I feel bad for writing this, because I love Matty. ;_; Review, please! Cookies for you if you do! :3
It was said that Mello never used the Death Note...but are you sure that's true?
When he still had the Death Note in his possession...he ripped a page out of it. That one little page survived the explosion, miraculously. He kept the page safe, somehow knowing he'd need it at least once in his life. Oh and believe me, he did.
He was facing death that cold winter's night, and he didn't want to face it alone. He wanted a familiar face to accompany him in death, one he had been with from the start. Matt. His best friend, forever and always. Even after both of their lives had ended.
Mello knew Matt would have survived if he, himself, hadn't interfered with the piece of the Death Note he had managed to keep all this time. Matt's car was too fast for those bodyguards to catch him, and Mello knew it. Besides...if he knew Matt, he would have been long gone after shooting the smoke gun. That was just his way.
And Mello couldn't have that. The truth was, he was afraid to die alone.
So he used drastic measures.
On the night of January 26, 2010, Mello used that small peice of the Death Note for his first and last time.
On that freezing night, both Miheal Keehl and Mail Jeevas departed the world...together.
Best friends through it all, it seems.
So...review?
This my first fanfiction I've ever really written...
Is it any good?