Mello was staring out the window of his third floor bedroom. Rain and thunder lay beyond the glass pane. Matt had gone to the hospital; Mello hadn't been there to hold his hand. Matt was anemic and prone to getting sick. And what did that make Mello?

Mello was just sad. Staring out into the chaos, his eyes held no emotion. Wammy's House kids played downstairs Near sat in his own room, doing puzzles. And Mello…he stood by the window.

It would be midnight before Matt got home; the jovial redhead would be tired out and pale. But he'd still manage a smile when Mello ran downstairs in his pajama's to see him, all teary eyed and worried. But happy at the same time because Matt was there now, there to hold the shaking blond until his sobs stopped.

That's the way it was with them. Matt never worried, he was always sure. Mello always worried, never sure if he'd come home. Never sure if Matt would live. The redhead smiled through all his anemia attacks, and he smiled through all his close calls.

The doctors said he'd sooner or later die. He smiled and said "Everyone dies." Mello's cold hands had found Matt's. He pulled the redhead from the chair and Matt would smile.

"Mello, stop worrying about me." He'd say.

"I have to! It's the only way I know you'll come back to me…Matt…I don't want to lose you." The blond would say, wrapping his arms around the taller boy. Near would stand unemotional behind them at the door, his eyes burning holes in the two. Matt still smiled.

"You'll get wrinkles." Matt said and poked Mello's nose when the boy in his arms looked up to protest.

So many years ago that'd been. Now Matt was back at the hospital. Mello's teeth clenched involuntarily. The scar that he'd gotten in the battle…the battle no one had won. KIRA would pay.

He grabbed his jacket. Quillish Wammy's brother-in-law would look up from the desk. "Mello, where are you going? It's no weather to be outside." The old man said.

"I'm going to see Matt…" Mello said. Children in the room across from the admin office looked up. Matt was their idol. He could beat any high score, no problem. "I'm going to see Matt." The blond said.

"Oh…" the man said. "Erm…Mello…" he got up and walked over to the leather-clad adult. "Matt…Matt died at four A.M. last night…" He said, and placed a hand on Mello's shoulder.

His mind wouldn't register what the old man had just said. "Matt wants you to sing at his funeral…" the old man went on. Mello's mouth opened.

"He…died…?"

"Yes."

A sudden chorus from the playroom across the hall. "Matt died?!"

"Quiet down children…Mello where are –?"

"I'm going to see Matt!" Mello screamed and ran out the door into the rain.

Into the chaos he used to be afraid of. Into the thing he had been so afraid of as a child. The thing he'd run into Matt's arms during. "I don't want to be alone!" Mello yelled as he slowed to a stop. He looked up into the clouds.

"Matt how could you leave me!?"

The clouds stopped their downpour on the city of London.

"You promised you'd come home…"

The sun could be seen now.

"You always said you would…"

Birds…Mello heard birds. He looked over at a tree, the nest of some robins…

"You always told me not to worry…"

The robins flew from the nest, and it was then that Mello saw that the shadow of the tree had played a trick on his eyes.

"Doves…?"

The white birds flew up into the sky, they disappeared into the sunlight.

"Matt…look at the doves…"

I see them Mello, they're beautiful…just like you…

"Matt…I love you…"

I love you too Mello. I'll watch over you, I promise I will…

The wind tugged at Mello's soaked blond hair. He sighed. Matt was really gone. He was alone. He sat down on a nearby bench and watched the Doves.

Matt you're a dove now…