I like to think we had the best of the worst relationships: that is, the most beneficial. However, despite how much I want to believe that, I know it's not true. I'm all logic, no emotion. A robot, as he liked to call me. He called me a lot of other things, but that one is the only one that ever really hurt. Hurt the most, at least. He always hurt me; every word that came out his mouth at me was hurtful. Back then, he didn't have a filter and I didn't have a wall and neither of us knew when enough was enough. I guess we were just trained that way… kind of like dogs.
A breathless voice, hardly a voice, filled the humid air of the quiet bedroom. "Matt…"
It's a bit sad, actually. I had no knowledge of Matthew's death until Rodger called me, informing me that he was taking it upon himself to organize a funeral in Winchester and offering to pay for me to fly out there. I politely declined, of course, as I was in the middle of finishing what L started: the Kira case.
The bedroom was completely black, lacking all light, just like he wanted.
Despite Mello's predictable eagerness to be a sacrifice at the cost of solving the case, him and I put our heads together and thought out a much easier solution, one that was right in front of us. Knowing Takada had pages from the Death Note, we called in an old acquaintance of L's (she went by Ashlyn who happened to be Wedy's younger sister and just as capable) who managed to swap them with regular notebook paper which lead to Mello faking his death. He couldn't function properly after Matthew's death, anyways. But thanks to him, Light Yagami was caught and killed by the Shinigami, Ryuk.
A hot huff of breath drifted over the albino's face before the mass above him fell.
It was almost a year later, the anniversary of Matthew's death, when Mello contacted me again.