BB: Hi people. Okay, normally I wouldn't write something like this (okay, that's a total fricking lie, but still...I had to say it anyway), but I just had this little MattxMello drabble stuck in my brain and it wouldn't go away. This is the last "letter" Mello gave to Matt (before he left Wammy's...actually, this is his goodbye letter), and Matt's last words as he thinks back about the letter and his death. I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE (I wish I did...then we could have Matt and Mello smex all the time...YUM!). Please do not sue me. I OWN NOTHING! NADA, NO-THING!
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Matt,
If you're reading this, then I've left Wammy's. I know you're probably pissed at me about that, but before you throw this not into the nearest trashcan (or fireplace, more likely), hear me out: I'm leaving so that I can finally do what I set out to. Matt, I know you don't understand this right now...hell, I don't understand it that much myself. But...I have to do this, Matt. I just have to beat Near...even if it means I get killed while doing it. Please don't think I'm trying to be a hero (you know as well as I do that I'm nowhere close to that); I'm doing this so that I can finally prove I am the best.
Matt, I know you're still mad at me, even after reading that first paragraph (probably saying something about how stupid my logic is or something, eh), so I'm just going to say as much as I can right now: I'm going to come back for you. I dont' know when, I don't know how, but you and I will be together again. We'll still be partners-in-crime, the two of us, alright? I'm not going to let that stop...not anytime soon. You're too much like a brother to me to forget about...I'm going to come back for you. And when I do, the two of us are going to find Kira and beat him down to a bloody pulp, then we'll both show Near. And I'll get the two of us to some place somewhere, we can change our aliases and live in relative peace for a little while. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?
Dammit...I hear someone out in the hall...I can't really write anymore than I already have. Matt...I promise you that I'm coming back for you. I don't care how long it takes me, but I'm coming back for you.
Love, Your Brother and Fellow Letter,
Mello.
P.S. ...I'll miss you, Matt. I'm going to miss you so much.
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'Mello, you self-serving bastard...You promised me that we'd have that place somewhere...but it won't happen...and I know it...I love you, Mihael...Please don't get yourself killed.'
I got out of the red car-'my baby...the second most important thing in my life...'-and faced all of those cops, my gloved hands held up in the air. I took a drag off of my cigarette-'my last breath ever, and I know it'-and spoke.
"…besides, you probably have lots of questions for me, you're not gonna sho–"
The next thing I heard was gunshots...and then nothing.