I like how i've been totally raping the Death Note archive with all my one shots tonight. Hell yes for creative episodes. Even if everything I write is just emofest.
There he stood, final crumpled chocolate bar wrapper in one hand, the cool metal of the gun pressed against his temple painfully.
It was all his fault.
All his fault that his roommate had flipped shit and stormed out, all his fault that their argument escalated so badly that his roommate had to go out to buy another pack of cigarettes to calm himself down. It was his fault that his roommate hadn't been thinking straight, he had smashed him into a wall, after all.
"What the fuck, Matt?" Mello screamed, slamming the door behind him, "WHY?"
"Why what?" Matt said in a disinterested voice, continuing to bash Final Fantasy XIII like it was his bitch, "Calm down, Mello."
"No," Mello growled, stalking towards Matt, ripping the controller from Matt's hands and throwing it at the TV.
"Why did you do that?" Matt asked, still monotone, yet now he stood up.
"BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T FUCKING LISTENING TO ME, YOU BASTARD."
Mello put the gun down on the floorboards, favouring pacing over blowing his brains out right at that moment. Favouring staring at the smashed TV, the mess, the pain oozing from the walls. He favourite the silence of Wammy's, no one daring to come near their – Mello just couldn't get used to it being only his room – room after all that shit.
"Hey Mello, you're pretty bipolar," Matt smirked, "now chill the fuck ou –"
Mello grabbed him, slamming him to the floor and falling atop of him, "Why, Matt?"
"Why what I don't even know what you're talking about," Matt said, now noticeably confused.
"Yes you fucking do," Mello hissed, "sneaking around with freaking Ash behind my back."
"No I wasn't!" Matt replied immediately, a little too fast.
"You fucker, why would you do this to me?" Mello screamed in his face, "AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOU."
Mello slumped back down on the floor, leaning down onto his belly to reach a shirt of Matt's on the floor, a stripy one; red and black. Red wasn't in Matt's usual colour spectrum, he wears – wore – that shirt on special occasions. He brought it up to his nose and breathed in that smell. Just, that Matty smell. That smell of comfort and home; that smell of compassion.
"Everything you did for me?" Matt pushed Mello of him and stood, pushing up his shirt to reveal the marks and burns and scratches, "so you did this for me? When you get angry you do this, Mello, and I just sit back and let it happen. Maybe I needed some break."
"You cheat," Mello hissed.
"You abusive asshole," Matt replied.
"Get the fuck out" Mello screamed.
"I was already on my way. I'm going to buy some fags, I'll come back when you've calmed down."
The door slammed.
"Don't bother."
Sobs ripped themselves from somewhere inside of Mello, surfacing in the form of an emotional fit, something he was no stranger too. Yet now there was no Matt to calm him down, no Matt to run out and buy him chocolate and hold him and stop him from smashing his face into walls.
No Matt.
Mello scrambled for the gun.
What was life worth living with no Matt? No chain-smoking redhead to bitch out. No sounds of violent gaming to come home too, no smoke filled room, no kid coughing up his lungs in the middle of the night, no soft kisses, no more Matt.
The gun was pressed against his head, again.
Fuck this shit. He wasn't going to make it to the funeral, anyway.
Bang.
What's with the Deathfic Adele?
I don't even know.
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