Lyrics Of Our Lives Chapter 1: Prologue, a death note fanfic

A/N: I'm finally posting this? XD I had this prologue written for a long time. It ended up that I just wanted to finish WIA before I moved to this one. Not to mention that most people voted for a LightxL story on my poll so I sent that to it's beta and while I'm waiting for it's return I'm working on this. I can't promise consistant updates. Sorry, but one of my stories usually remain consistant and that would be Bridesmaid. The Game is going to be updated when I find even the remote form of a muse so this shouldn't take long but it won't be quick either. Anyways, you all will be able to tell the story from how it goes. This is a song-fic story with many different songs. So! I hope you follow the three R's. Read, Relish(synonym for enjoy), and Review! :D

Prologue

"I remember. Years ago. When we first met at the orphanage. I was the new kid and you were the smartest kid in school."

"I remember. Years ago. When we first met in our room. I was number two and you were someone new."

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"Who's the new kid?"

"His name is Matt."

"Why doesn't he talk to me?"

"He likes to listen to his iPod."

"And apparently play video games. What is he wearing? Striped everything?"

"Just as you like to wear black?"

"... Why is he here?"

"He's going to be your new roommate."

"Oh... lovely."

And that's how it started.

Roger left the two young boys alone so they could meet. The redheaded boy finally looked up from his game and at the blond. They stared for a moment, green eyes (hidden behind glasses) meeting blue ones. Analyzing each other for a minute until it was time to speak.

"My name's Mello."

The redhead paused and then pulled one of the headphones out of his ears.

"What?" He asked, pausing the game boy.

"I said my name is Mello."

"Hm, mine's Matt. We roommates now?"

"Yep."

"Interesting."

With that Matt sat on his bed and pulled out a sheet of paper to scribble a note. Mello looked with suspicion at the boy as he put the note back into his pocket.

"What did you just write?" Mello asked.

"The name of the song I was listening to. It seemed fitting for the situation."

"What song? What situation?"

"Moving here. Meeting you." Matt held out the second headphone to Mello. "Come listen."

Mello eyed him skeptically but then walked across the room and sat down next to him. The head phone was placed in his ear and he listened carefully.

Well you can hide a lot about yourself,

But honey, What're you gonna do?

You can sleep in a coffin,

But the past ain't through with you.

Cause we are all a bunch of liars.

Tell me, baby, who do you want to be?

And we are all about to spell it,

'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.

Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.

(Bababa, bababa)

And we all get together when we bury our friends.

(Bababa, bababa)

It's been eight bitter years since I've been seeing your face.

(Bababa, bababa)

And your walking away,

and I will die in this place.

Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,

I'm shocked at what your capable of.

And if this is a coronation,

I ain't feeling the love.

'Cause we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school.

So tell me all about your problems:

I was killing before killing was cool.

You're so cool, Your so cool, so cool!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.

(Bababa, bababa)

And we all get together when we bury our friends.

(Bababa, bababa)

It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face.

(Bababa, bababa)

And you're walking away,

and I will die in this place.

[short intermission]

"Nine long years since I've seen your face?" Mello asked. Matt shrugged.

"Don't bother with those lines."

You'll never take me alive.

Do what it takes to survive,

'Cause I'm still here.

You'll never get me alive.

You'll never take me alive.

Do what it takes to survive,

And I'm still here.

You'll never take me alive.

You'll never get me alive.

Do what it takes to survive,

And I'm still here.

You'll never get me.

(Get me!)

You'll never take me.

(Take me!)

You'll never get me alive.

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.

(Bababa, bababa)

And we all get together when we bury our friends.

It's been ten fucking years since I've been seeing your face 'round here.

And your walking away,

And I will drown in the fear.

The song faded away and Mello stared hard at the redhead. The song made no sense. Matt could not relate Mello to the song unless he really knew what Mello was like which was impossible because the redhead just moved there that morning.

"Well?" Matt asked, awaiting Mello's opinion. All he got in response was a punch in the face. "What the hell was that for?!"

"For judging me as some asshole that isn't happy without being mean and leaving people for dead! You don't know me!"

"Well, don't assholes usually punch people in the face when they're not happy?" Matt asked, but the glare from Mello made him stop. "Look, I didn't choose the song. Earlier today I explained to this white haired kid that I like giving people songs. He chose that one, not me."

This immediately changed the blond's demeanor to stiffen a bit.

"Near? Do yourself a favor, Matt, and don't ever listen to Near ever again. He's my enemy." Mello said and walked back to his bed and plopped down, pulling out his notebook and a pen.

"Alright. Sorry."

"... Why did you write it down if it's on your iPod?" Mello asked. Matt tried to lower his head in time to hide the blush that formed on his cheeks.

"I... Like to remember things by songs and their lyrics. It's the way things are stored into my memory..." Matt explained shyly. Mello put the end of the pen to his lips in thought.

"Interesting... What was the name of that song?" Mello asked.

"Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance" Matt stated.

"You sure are morbid, you know that?" Mello asked with a laugh. "I like it."

And then Mello wrote the date down on the slip of paper. Along with the words: New roommate Matt says I remind him of Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance. I don't deny it.

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Matt could not have chosen a worse time to move to Wammy's. Over the first week Mello learned that Matt was smart. Very smart. The only problem with that is Matt never put any unnecessary work into anything. Matt was apathetic and was bored very easily.

Too easily in Mello's mind.

So that's why Matt often played video games and listened to music. To rid of his boredom. Mello even got into the habit of letting Matt put the music on speakers so he could hear as well.

But after that first week Mello realized that in just one week would be the time of exams. Not just exams but The Exams. The ones that show how close or how far away everyone was to being L.

And so Mello sat in a crouch, with his legs pulled close to his chest, in the corner of their room. Five binders were spread around his feet, opened with papers filling them to the brim. Songs were idly playing in the background as Matt lay on the bed playing his video game.

He chanced a glance at Mello and then looked back to his game.

"... Why do you sit like that when your studying really hard?" Matt asked.

"L sits like this. Says it raises his deduction skills by forty percent. Near studies like this too." Mello answered simply, never taking his eyes of the papers. Then he distractedly bite into his chocolate bar.

"It's been really quiet around here. Everyone's studying for the Exams... Why does everyone want to become L so much?" Matt asked, hands slowing on the game system.

"To be closer to being the next L, what else? What's more important than being The Worlds- next- Greatest Detective?" Mello asked finally tearing his eyes from the paper, not giving Matt the chance to answer. "Nothing. Not becoming the next L, not being important... It's just like being another useless orphan. It's just like being... Nothing."

"Hm? Really? I rather play video games."

The comment in itself caused Mello's anger to trigger. The blond grabbed his Italian book and threw it at Matt, hitting the unexpected gamer in the arm. Mello stood up quickly.

"Ow! What did I do now?!"

"What's wrong with you?! How can you just play your games all the time?! Your smart, Matt! I know because I can hear it when we have conversations but you never put any effort into anything! If you did do you know how high you would rank?! How good you could do to become L?!"

"I don't wanna be L."

"What?" Mello ran to Matt and grabbed him by his arm, slightly lifting him up. "Why not?!"

"Because it doesn't sound like something that would make me happy. I rather be nothing and be happy than be great and unhappy."

"This doesn't just go for L! It goes for your whole future! You could get a great job in anything you want! Anything! If you just put the effort to study, at least for the Exams! Do you know how rich you would be?! How successful you would be?!"

"... The future... It's important to you, isn't it?"

"... Yes."

"Why?"

"It's all we have, isn't it? All we can really work for... I want to be the best." Mello explained, grip tightening unconsciously around the redhead's arm. Matt didn't notice.

"If that's what you want- to be the best- then let me help you study."

Matt got up and walked in front of the binders, picking one up and skimming through it.

"Your so weird, Matt, I swear." Mello walked to his note book on his desk as his ears picked up on the ending of one of his more favorite songs.

Then you would understand

What I mean

(Who I am, Who I am)

Mello's hands paused on the notebook before he opened the book to write the date along with the words: Eyes to See by Flyleaf, Matt and I argued but he finally studied.

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"I HATE Near!"

"Yes, I gathered that the first seven times you said it, Mels."

"But you don't understand, Matt. I HATE him! He always has to do everything better than me! He always has to be Number-freaking- One!"

"So I take it that your Exam results show you got Number Two?" Matt asked, playing a game as he sat cross legged on the floor, glasses sliding down the bridge of his noes.

"Of course! Because Near scored a lousy THREE points MORE than me! THREE POINTS! Of course!" Mello yelled, kicking the side of the bed. He took three deep breaths and then collapsed on the bed.

"Have some chocolate, Mello, it will make ya feel better."

The blond reached in the drawer and pulled out a chocolate bar, also flipping on the speakers to their new MP3 Player. He took a furious bite of the chocolate and sighed as the anger subsided just a bit.

"Sorry about that, Matt. I just hate losing to Near. Anyways, what did it say you got on the Exam?"

"I'm seated as Number Three. Lower than you by two points."

Mello froze. He stared as the redhead continued playing, without a care to his position whatsoever. Matt, with only two weeks in Wammy's, had managed to get right behind Mello and knock Linda out of her place. Wow.

"Aren't you happy?"

"I don't really care. Unlike you I don't want to be Number One but thanks to all of the studying I did with you is the reason I scored so high. I rather just help you be Number One and enjoy the ride there."

Mello couldn't help but smile at the boy who so easily put others before himself. Matt smirked a bit.

"You remind me of a song, you know?"

"Really?" Matt asked, looking up to Mello.

"Yep. Apathetic Way To Be by Relient K. Ever hear it before?"

"Is it on there?" Matt nodded to the MP3. Mello pressed the skip button until it landed on the exact song.

Yeah, I'm not angry

And no, I'm not upset

It's taken me awhile

But this is what I learned

Emotional attachment is really not a threat

When I'm simply not concerned.

The things that I take on

I soon shrug off

'Cause I know no one

Will ever be content

With the way things are

Or what they've got

So I've given up and

Now I'm just indifferent

You all laugh at me

Like I'm not happy

With anything, anytime, anywhere

And the half about me's all about apathy

And the other half just doesn't care

Matt's grin grew huge, over the first part of the song and looked at Mello's smaller grin.

"Thanks." Matt chuckled as Mello pulled out his notebook.

Entry: Matt's theme song should totally be Apathetic Way To Be by Relient K.

"I got you into that habit?" Matt asked, eyeing the notebook. Mello felt his ears grow hot.

"What? No! Nothing!" Mello yelled defensively, snapping the book shut. Matt laughed.

"Shut up!" And even the phone thrown at Matt didn't keep him quiet.

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The next month consisted of Mello getting into a lot of trouble. He would goof around and talk back to the instructors or try to pick fights with Near. Whenever Matt was asked of Mello's actions Matt tried to take the blame, only to have the truth come out anyway and get them both in more trouble.

It didn't matter, though, because they were at least with each other during the punishment.

It was after the first month of their getting into trouble that Mello actually realized what was happening. Matt was always helping Mello, always being nice to him and always trying to keep him out of trouble. Truthfully, Mello didn't mind Matt's taking the blame for it was fun to have someone with him while punished, but what did bother Mello was that Matt had no reason to do so. Mello was never really nice to Matt, never really helped him, and he didn't even threaten Matt to do things for him (well, most of the time). So, when genius minds can't think of genius answers for situations, the situations are confronted.

Matt was doing his homework on his bed, tapping his pencil to the rhythm of the song playing when Mello walked in. He strode nonstop to the MP3 and changed the song.

He didn't want to do much talking, so he hoped the song would speak for him.

How many times will I fall

Before I finally loose it all

All I want is everything

All I need is just you and nothing

Follow me down (down)

Follow me, follow me

Follow me down

Follow me, follow me (down)

"Hm. Follow Me Down by Since October." Matt stated, looking at Mello through his glasses.

"Why do you follow me down, Matt? Why are you always taking my blame when all I do is bitch and whine. Everyone says I'm too emotional to be friends with and yet here you are doing whatever you can to help me. Why?" Mello asked. Matt put down his pencil to directly talk to Mello.

"You don't have a lot of friends, do you Mello?" Matt asked, catching Mello off guard.

"You've been... The longest friendship I've ever had..." Mello stated.

"Thought so. Guess you can say it's the same for me. Your my first friend ever and not only that you don't mind me thinking that. No one else I knew back where I came from wanted to be my friend so when you let me close I tried to hold on for dear life." Matt explained.

"You don't have to, you know? I want you as a friend too, so you don't have to prove yourself. You can just be my friend." Mello stated, firmly.

"I know." Matt smiled, laying back and putting his arms behind his head. "But I want to."

Mello stared at the smiling Matt. Looking at the green eyes behind the glasses as the nose crinkled by the discomfort of the glass.

"I have... Something... For you..." Mello explained, ears heating with embarrassment. Matt looked curiously at the small bag that landed in his lap. "It's just... To say thank you... For being my friend."

Matt opened the bag to find a pair of goggles inside. The rim and strap were black but the lenses were an orange to pink tint.

"They're prescription. I've noticed that those glasses are uncomfortable to you. So..." Mello trailed off to stop his embarrassing blabbing. Matt's smile grew as he took off the glasses and put the goggles on.

"You didn't have to do this, you know?" Matt asked when the goggles were completely on. Mello couldn't help but admit that they looked good on the gamer.

"I know. But I wanted to." Mello smiled. "Thanks for being my best friend, Matt."

"Thanks for being my best friend, Mello."

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You can't kick me down

I'm already on the ground

No you can't,

But you couldn't catch me anyhow

Blue skies but the sun isn't coming out

No, Today is like I'm under a heavy cloud

And I feel so alive

Can't help myself

Don't you realize

I just wanna scream and lose control

Throw my hands up and let it go

Forget about everything and run away, yeah

I just wanna fall and lose myself

Laughing so hard it hurts like hell

Forget about everything and run away, yeah

Matt watched the anger boil to Mello's head. It was one of Mello's worse days ever. First, Near had beaten him in a math test by five points (the highest Near has ever beaten him by), after Roger had caught Mello taking his seventh chocolate bar that day (he was limited to a total of six) and was sent to his room for an hour, and later while he was in his room was when the worse news came. Every month or so L wrote letters to Near and Mello or talked to them over videos on computer. Near received a letter.

Mello did not.

So Mello was sitting on the window sill of their room, staring outside as the rain poured down outside. Matt could take one look at Mello's eyes and know for sure that Mello wanted to run away from Wammy's. The blond wanted to run somewhere far away where he could still follow L and be safe. Matt could see it.

"Mello. Runaway by Avril Lavigne." Matt stated. Mello turned his head and nodded to answer the unasked question.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Promise to take me with you. When you do leave, promise I can help you get to where you want to go?"

"I'll never leave you behind, Matt. You give me hope where others give me hate. I promise when I become the next L and I runaway from here that I will most defiantly bring you with me."

"Good."

"Wait... Matt?" Matt turned his head to look at Mello. "Do you trust me, with all your soul, to never let you down, and always be there?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Do you believe that I trust you?"

"Well, yes, bu-"

"I don't want it to be 'Well, yes' I want you to say of course but I don't want you to say it because that's what I want you to say but because I've earned your trust. So, I'll start by telling you my most important secret." Mello paused and took a deep breath. "My name is Miheal Keehl."

Matt's eyes widened at the sound of Mello's real name. Miheal Keehl. Miheal Keehl. Miheal Keehl...

"My name's Mail Jeevas, and I trust you with one hundred percent of my life."

"As I do you."

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It didn't take Matt longer than a year and a half to realize why he truly stayed around Mello. It wasn't because they were friends, or that Mello was different, or even the fact that Matt got bored easily.

No. It was because Matt grew feelings.

Strong feelings.

Making Mello smile or laugh or help the blond study and get closer to Near... It made him feel happy, like all that mattered in the world was Mello's happiness. Mello's and nobody else's, not even his own.

Being the cliche guy he was Matt couldn't help but think of a song.

I'll be your dream

I'll be your wish

I'll be your fantasy

I'll be your hope

I'll be your love

Be everything that you need.

I love you more with every breath

Truly, madly, deeply, do

Entry: Savage Garden's Truly, Madly, Deeply. Girlie song, I know, but I've fallen for Mello.

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"I remember when you left. How sad it made me to this very day..."

"I remember when I left. And how much it hurt to leave you there..."

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"Damn L! Damn it! Why?! How could you..! How can you just fucking die like this?!" Mello yelled. He kicked the bed, knocked everything off the table, and punched the wall.

Matt stared.

"Why? Why- fucking- WHY?!" Mello grabbed a bag and threw it on the bed in anger. He walked to the dresser and pulled it out so hard that the whole drawer fell out. Mello growled angrily and dumped the contents in the bag before zippering it closed.

Matt stood up and went to his dresser so he could pack a bag.

This was it. Mello was leaving.

"What are you doing Matt?"

"I'm getting ready to come with you."

The pause Mello had made Matt shiver.

"I... I'm sorry, Matt. You have to stay here."

"What?! This isn't funny, Mello-"

"I'm not kidding. Your staying here. I'm leaving. By myself."

"Mello, you promised me-"

"And this is one promise I'll have to break for the both of us."

"No. You can say what you want but I'm coming with you if I have to chase after you or not."

"No. Your not." Mello slammed the drawer shut.

"Yes I am." Matt tried to open the drawer but Mello kept a firm hold.

"No."

"Yes!"

"Damn it, Matt!"

Mello jumped on Matt, pushing the redhead to the ground and on his back with the blond on top. Matt went to push Mello off but Mello grabbed hold of Matt's arms and held them tight.

"You've got to listen to me, Matt. This is for your safety! I'll come back and find you, I swear! But you need to stay here!"

"You already promised me, Mello! I am coming with you! I have to!"

Mello sighed in both anger and annoyance.

"Sorry, Matt. But I have to do this."

Mello took a belt from the table and tied Matt's arms around the leg of the desk.

"Mello! Mello! Stop!"

Mello looked apologetically at Matt as he grabbed his full bag.

"I'm sorry Matt."

"Mello, you don't understand! I..! Mello, I love you!"

Mello froze in place, looking at the boy on the ground, fighting to get free.

"I love you. Always have, always will. And I'll do anything for you, Mello... I love you..."

"..." Mello's frown grew more. "I think... I think I knew that all along... And that's why you can't come with me now. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I will in the future, Mail. So, I'm sorry."

"Miheal!"

Mello started walking, putting on the head phones of his iPod and pressing play.

"Miheal! Miheal!"

The shouts were drowned out by music.

I think I'm drowning, asphixiated

I've got to break the spell that you've created

It's something beautiful, a contradiction

I wanna play the game, I want the friction

You, will be the death of me

Yeah, you will be the death of me

Entry: Time Is Running Out by Muse. I will be the death of Matt, so I have to end our "relationship" here.