A/N: hey guys, this is like, my first fanfic. that i've had the courage to upload...so...yeah. i don't really care about reviews, and i'm sorry if there's any mistakes, i don't have a beta and am heavily relying on spell check, lol. constructive critisism is more than welcome.
WARNING: this is about how Matt's family dies, basically. there's name spoilers, and all that junk. enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: i, sadly, don't own Death Note, or Matt (if i did, there would be many M+M lemons XD) but i do own his "family", they are figments of my imagination, and created for the soul purpose of this story.
The Beginning
The blue compact family car sped down the French country highway. "Papa, when is the next rest stop?" a 12 year old girl asked. She had dark brown hair, freckles and green eyes. "In a half hour Sophie." A tall man with the same dark hair said. He glanced at the three children in the rear view mirror. His inky blue eyes gazing at each of their faces. Aside from Sophie, there was a baby fidgeting with a stuffed toy in a car seat, and a rather scrawny six-year-old boy with auburn hair bent over a game boy (he could see the reflection of the screen on the ridiculous goggles the child insisted on wearing). He then looked over to his wife. A small woman with fiery red hair, green eyes, and that had freckles like her three children. Her gaze met his and she smiled. He put his hand on her thigh and turned his sights back onto the road. "Mail," Sophie hissed, "turn that stupid music off!"
"You can't play a game without sound. Besides, it's only bugging you." he stated bluntly, frantically tapping the keys. "Turn it off."
"No."
"Mama!" she whined loudly. The baby began to whimper then, cry.
"Now you've done it…" Mail mumbled.
"Sophie, please, stop yelling, Mail, please turn your game toy down, and calm Henri down. You're father's trying to concentrate on the road."
"It's called a 'game boy'." Mail frowned, showing his displeasure with the loss of the argument. "But mama!"
"Mail, that's enough." his father said.
"But papa!"
"Mail." his mother said. He looked down as his sister attempted to soothe Henri with another doll. He looked back to this game boy. He was almost finished the game when- "Pierre! Watch out-!" his mother shrieked.
"DUCK!" his father bellowed. Mail's head shot up, just in time to see the blinding headlights of a transport truck. Time seemed to slow down to a stop as the trucked rammed square with the front end of their car. Glass shattered and sprayed everywhere. A sickening crack resonated throughout the air as his mother flew through what was left of the windshield. The baby's screams and his sister's sobs were silenced as the whole left side of the car seemed to swallow them whole, like some terrible monster. Mail could hear their bones snap, crushed by the mangling metal, as blood sprayed everywhere, coating his goggles, impairing his vision. He didn't have time to scream before his world began to spin. The car rolled into a ditch. Mail smelled smoke as darkness began filling in his vision. He blacked out.
On the front page of a Parisian newspaper, was the picture of a ghastly car wreck. The title read, "HORIFIC CAR CRASH ON COUNTRY ROAD LEAVES FIVE DEAD. LITTLE BOY MIRACULOUSLY SURVIVES AND IS RESTING IN HOSPITAL WITHOUT A SCRATCH."