I Will Follow You Into The Dark

By: Myself, and a very close friend. She's the one who got me obsessed with Mello/Matt. Blame her, not me! xD We wrote this together—while I was in charge of being Mello's 'Narrator', she was Matt's 'Narrator'.

July 8, 2007

Rating: PG-13 / R
(For suggestive themes, language, and possible sexual situations—This may change over time)

Disclamer Neither she nor I own any of the Death Note characters. The title of this story as well as the title of the chapters are all Death Cab for Cutie song titles-all lyrics and such belong to them.

Author's Notes:

This may contain a few spoilers, guys. If you haven't read books 8-12ish…I would suggest doing so. Unless you don't mind spoilers.

We chose the title of this story for a reason. We both love the song, and find that it suits the two of them very well; terrifyingly well. If you would like to listen or watch it, merely go to youtube and type in "Mello Matt I'll follow you." ; this is how we came across the conclusion that it is now 'their song' and we thought it would be good to use.. I would suggest listening to it . Now, please enjoy our Fanfic.

Love,
Apocalyptic Masquerade

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

-"I Will Follow You Into The Dark" By: Death Cab for Cutie-

Chapter 1:

Company Calls

Walking swiftly, his pace quick and smooth, Matt made his way down the deathly silent hospital corridors.

Nine years…

Gripping the small piece of paper in one hand and a bundle of a dozen roses, he rounded the corner, looking for the room C237.

1709 Trinity Hospital-room C237: Mello's room. That's what he was able to find out from Near. It had been nine years since he'd seen him, and that was far too long by all accounts. Striding down C hall on the second floor, he searched for the room where he would surely find who he was looking for. Slowly coming to a stop, Matt stared at the bland white door before him. Was Mello even awake right now? How seriously had he been injured? Would he even recognize him? It had been so long…

He opened the door and entered the room to a sleeping and singed Mello. Bandages covered his bruises, burns and cuts that lay scattered all across his body and face. He stared in shock for a moment, and fought back the devastating feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. Setting the roses down on the bedside table, Matt stood over him, gently brushing the hair from his eyes. "Mello…" He breathed. "Who did this to you?" Gritting his teeth, bearing the anger and sadness in silence, he bent closer to the sleeping figure. One hand reached out, cupping the un-bandaged cheek. "My God, you've grown…"

Mello stirred restlessly, the touch shaking him from the sleep he'd been slipping in and out of. He had been laying there for hours; praying for some sort of release or comfort from the searing pain that met him when the damned morphine would wear off. Hell, even death would be better then this…Laying all alone, nothing to do but stare at his reflection in the window. A voice roused him from his momentary state; a voice…he did not quite recognize.

He tried to open his eyes, but found that one had been bandaged over and would not open. Just how bad had his injuries been? As soon as his view came into focus, a young man appeared before him. He was nearly unrecognizable—but that dark crimson hair; he couldn't mistake that for anything or anyone else. It took so much to get the will to speak, and merely one word was all he could form from his mouth. "M..att..?"

Only a name—but one that meant so much, one that had not been spoken in so long.

A trembling rush of relief spread through Matt's body, a small grin spread across the corners of his mouth. He cupped Mello's face with both hands, a thumb stroking his temple. "Yeah…it's me.." He spoke, his brows furrowed in response to Mello's condition.

Flinching lightly, Mello met the red-head's gaze. He couldn't believe this was really happening. This had to be just a dream. If it was…there was nothing wrong about living in your dreams, right? Reaching out a trembling hand, he clutched onto the other's shirt holding onto him like a desperate child. It was all Mello could really do…If only he could move more. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Matt until this very moment. He'd changed so much…if only he had been there so they cold have grown up together.

But he had gotten so caught up in everything…It was a constant struggle making sure he was at least one step ahead of Near at all times. Damn Near…this was all his fault, no doubt. He hadn't expected for Kira to find his hideout, after all. As far as he knew, he was ahead of the game. But perhaps he had overestimated Kira..

"Mello…" Matt sighed as he placed a hand over his. Even though all the bruises and burns—to him, Mello was still beautiful. Nine years had changed him so much, and now he had to be going through this hell. Whispering his name once more, he leaned foreword and gently pressed his lips against Mello's. He had missed him, wanted him for so long…so much. His overwhelming longing for Mello washed over him as their lips parted and met again and again.

The injured Mello seemed to find strength in this affection quickly feeling rejuvenated.. Though, however much he might have felt this his body still refused to give him plenty range of motion. His fingers wrapped about the shirt's cloth even tighter, almost as if he feared letting him go. How Matt had found him was a mystery. How Matt still managed to harbor these feelings for him after nine years was beyond him as well. But it made him happy, nonetheless, and he felt truly important. Matt was the only one who seemed to ever make him feel this way. "I…mis-.." He winced as he tried to speak, interrupted by both the throbbing pain and Matt's numerous kisses. He wanted to tell him how much he was missed, how he regretted leaving without even telling him. They were here now, though, weren't they…? That was what was important…

Matt parted from him again and rested his forehead against his, feeling slightly guilty. "Sorry…" He mumbled disdainfully, "It's just…been so long..and to see you like this…" He ran his fingers carefully against the bandages on his neck and shoulders as he slowly shook his head. "…There's no way you deserved this.."

Mello merely turned his gaze to the window. It was unbelievable, sometimes, how blindingly Matt could trust in the blonde-as if he could do no wrong. Of course Mello would agree with what Matt said: He surely didn't deserve, but it was the only option that he had at the time. If only he had been more careful. He forced a half smile, hoping it might offer some form of comfort for Matt. It was frustrating—this whole situation. In the very least, he would never have wanted to reunite with his red-headed lover this way. And even worse, in the state that he was in it would take weeks to heal.. Those weeks were precious and he couldn't afford to loose them.

He couldn't fall behind Near again…He had been so close.

His eyes traveled to a patch of red and green sitting upon the table near his head. Flowers, Matt?..Honestly…you've grown so soft… The thought amused him, and flattered him at the same time. He hadn't expected a gift like this from Matt.

Matt glanced over as well to follow the other's eyes, a flush of color willingly appeared upon his face in an instant. "Heh..yeah..I felt like I had to bring something." He couldn't help but to grin. He softly kissed his cheek and pulled up a chair, taking his hand. Matt had waited for this moment the entire time they had been separated. There was so much to talk about-He began telling him about all the things he'd done during the past nine years: The people he had met, the places he had been, and how he never once gave up trying to find him. Mello was the very reason he had left the Wammy house, after all.

He didn't think that he had ever talked so much in his entire life. Matt was just so relieved. He had to let it out in some way-and obviously anything physical would have been out of the question for awhile.

Mello really didn't mind listening to Matt speak—he had a hell of a lot of things to tell him as well. Guilt managed to squirm around in his belly, though, knowing that Matt spent so many years of his life looking for him. What a waste. It was always moments like this that made him realize he was selfish: Selfish to leave; selfish to abandon Matt without a word. Maybe somewhere his mind he thought it would be better for Matt if he left in that way. Obviously, he was wrong.

His eyes were beginning to feel heavy again. But Mello didn't want to sleep just yet. He wanted to hear more of Matt's stories, listen to more of his voice. As much as he tried to urge his body to stay conscious, it didn't seem to want to listen. He squeezed Matt's hand, his eyelid drooping shut. He prayed—to whatever god would bother to listen—that Matt would still be there when he woke again.