Reader's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. Reviews would be awesome just so I know what you think and if I should even bother to continue this.
I've loved Death Note since I first started reading it years ago and thought it was time for me to take a crack at a story with Matt since, well, he's pretty bad ass. This may turn into a yaoi story and when I say may I mean it most likely will since the relationship between Mello and Matt is way more than "roommates".
Chapter 1: A FUZZy Situation
~Matt~
I wove effortlessly through the traffic that was building up on the freeway. "Fuckin' people." I grumbled to myself as I swerved out of a lane and onto the shoulder. There we go, now I was moving at a good speed. I put my knee up on the steering wheel to hold it steady while I shimmied a smoke out of my last pack and lit up.
Ah, nothing in the world like nicotine. Mello was going to kill me, I was already ten minutes late. Do do do, dodododo DO DO DO DO DO-Speak of the blonde devil. I let the Mario Theme play out for a moment longer before picking it up, "Sup?" I asked and waited for the explosion that I had come to know so well.
Was he not even holding the phone now? Nope, there it was. I heard him breathing and then the yelling came, "Where the fuck are you Matt? You were supposed to be here 12 and a half minutes ago you bastard! If you aren't here in 2, I'm going to break your Game-"
"Calm down Mell, I'm almost-aw fuck." The sirens went on behind me as a cop car fell into place at my bumper, "Better make that 20 minutes!" I hung up and tossed my crappy flip phone on the passenger seat. I'd been looking for some trouble to get into. Instead of slowing down for the cop, my foot slammed down on the gas and my 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 sprang forward.
Damn did I love modifications. A smirk crossed my face as the cop came over the bull horn thing they carried with them for cases like these. "Pull over on the side of the road immediately!"
I opened up the window, built up smock billowed out, and flipped him the bird as I cut a turn pretty tight and zoomed off down a bypass. My cell started ringing again but I had no idea where it was hiding after that turn. Mell could get pissed later.
The car was still right on my ass, not a half bad driver. Out running the cops was a lot like hacking, one wrong step and you'd be screwed. Ding! "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" My girl was giving out on me right when I needed her most. She was over heating, "Come on, don't die on me now." I said as if she really was a person.
Sun shone down upon my bright red car as I pulled a quick 180 and rushed the cop car that chickened and swerved as I was about to crash into him. Ha! Worked every damn time on them, they never got any smarter about some serious driver moves. I glanced over my shoulder feeling a little cocky.
I grasped my shifter and moved into fourth, wincing as she chocked and then reared forward with more kick than I was expecting. "Don't get me killed now." I said more to myself than my car. When had I started talking to my car? Weird. I ran my fingers through my red hair nervously and checked my mirrors-Fuck! He was right behind me again.
A loud bang and I knew I was caught. My Chevelle died on me right in the middle of my road but I was the only one who stopped. The squad car slammed into my back but it didn't stop there. Somehow his bumper got under mind and literally flipped it over.
For a strange second, everything slowed down and seemed to clear for a moment before the rough impact. "Fuck." I hissed as my leg was pinned by the crushed in door. My vision swam for a second and I pulled my goggles down my face to get to my eyes. I must have hit my head because my fingers came away crimson with blood.
So there I was, hanging upside down in my totaled baby and the police moving in. Wow, this sucked. I got my seat belt off and hit the roof of the car and winced. Stars danced before my eyes before the door was ripped off and strong arms pulled my free of the wreckage. "Kid? Hey! Kid!"
My hair was matted down over my left eye blocking my vision but I didn't know how well I'd see anyway with the damn sun. "Call an ambulance! Shit! Now!"
"My car." I complained quietly. Oh man and my good laptop was in there, probably crushed to pieces. I moved to sit up but was pushed down.
"The ambulance is coming soon, son." Blond hair and blue eyes, look a bit like Mello is he had the same scar. Mello… He was going to be pissed off now. "I can't believe this happened." I heard a male voice saying. "He just stopped dead in the middle of the road! I didn't have time to stop! If he dies becau-" Crack!
"Get yourself together Touta!" A female voice snapped, "You didn't do anything wrong. This… I dunno American kid was hot dogging here and got caught. This is Japan, you're under protection of our laws."
"He's not much younger than I am!" The guy called Touta shouted and turned away. I felt my lids closing as I tried to keep them open.
I was really tired, that chase had taken a lot out of me. I almost yawned as I closed my eyes, "Kid? Kid? Stay awake dammit!" I was that bitch of a woman talking again. I didn't even know if they were speaking English or Japanese, Roger had made us all learn the major languages back at Wammy's.
Slowly my mind drifted away from the concrete and towards darkness until I was asleep there in the middle of the road, bleeding.
