Paring: implied MattxMello
Fandom: Death Note
Disclaimer: I own neither Death Note or any of it's characters

The rain was falling down. Heavy black droplets of icy liquid splattering across his face. He didn't feel it though... Sighing heavily he trudged on, his leather clothing, soaked from the water, clinging to his body making it hard to move properly. In his hand he clutched a long forgotten bar of chocolate a lonely tear rolling down his cheek, never to be noticed, as the rain hit his face.

How had it come to this?

He felt as if nothing had any meaning left. Nothing worth fighting for, now that He was gone. His lip quivered momentarily, closing his eyes tightly he took a deep breath. Be strong...

He had never felt alone in his life before, he had always had Him by his side. His loyal dog. Someone to come home to...

The constant smell of cigarettes in the air, beeb'ing being heard over the continuous tapping on some gaming device or other... Now the silence was deafening. Like needles to his ears. He had lit a cigarette just to have the smell come back, only for it to overwhelm him and have him wandering in the dark in the pouring rain. If He had been alive He would have been scolding him in a motherly fashion, telling him to come home and get out of those wet clothes, run a hot bath where he would lean against Him feeling strong arms holding him tight.

Stopping dead he looked up, feeling as the rain trickled down his cheeks and down his chest making him shiver slightly. This was ridiculous, he shouldn't be moping about when he knew what was laying ahead. He had to be strong, he needed to see an end to this, with or without Him. Kira had to be taken down, they had to win. Even if he, too, had to sacrifice his sorry ass, he fucking would.

"Matt, this is for you.." Mello whispered into the night.

Rain having stopped completely he set home resolutely, clutching the cross around his neck in his palm. That Kira bastard would soon see his sticky end, and he, Mello, would be sure to see to that...