CHAPTAH TWO! HELLZ YEAH! Sorry I'm just excited!

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Warning! Cursing? I don't know…

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or Matt…or Mello

: Mello POV:

Have you ever had someone who you haven't seen in a while show up on your doorstep? It's usually wonderful, because you really missed the person. So you hug and stuff, catch up on lost times…

Not if you're me. If you're me, you're long lost friend busts down the fucking door with the intention of killing you.

I dropped my gun, my fingers already twitching with fear. The moment he walked through that door, the moment he gave me that grin and sing-singed my name, I knew.

Matt was the one who killed all those people in L.A… And I'm next.

I backed up against the TV, with him still smiling like a maniac. He began to take slow steps toward me, twirling the knife in his hands.

"What's the matter, Mello? You look a little pale. Don't you remember me? Little Matty?"

I was shaking, my throat quickly becoming dry. I was still able to sputter a few words.

"M-Matt? Is that y-you?"

By then he was standing in front of me, blood covering his vest, pants, and a few splatters on his face. His smile turned into a sarcastic pout.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me? I mean, it has been 3 years and 5 months."

I gasped. It really has been a long time…

He laughed out loud, and I must say…

That was the scariest laugh I had ever heard in my entire life. I felt my spine tingle with every exhale of air. My breath was ragged and my eyes were wide.

"Matt! What happened to you?"

After that last word, his eyes narrowed and he lunged at me, grabbing my shoulders and throwing me back on the couch. I let out a small cry when I hit the hard leather. He lumbered over to me, pinning my shoulders to the couch and sitting on my thighs.

Fear had already taken over every part of my body, and I had no intention of fighting back. Tears were stinging at the back of my eyes, but I tried not to let them fall. He growled.

"You wanna know what happened? You happened! My life was all fine and dandy until you decided to be a selfish prick and leave! Care to explain why you did that?"

His tone was demanding, but I didn't say anything. He leaned into me and breathed into my ear.

"It would probably be best if you answered. This couch is awfully nice and I wouldn't want it to get ruined."

I swallowed heavy and shivered. I was finally able to get my voice back after a few fearful pants.

"Matt. Please. I don't know what happened or why you're like this but please! Don't kill me!"

He growled again and drew the knife up to my throat. I froze. He leaned back to look at my face. And smiled when he saw how much fear I must've been showing.

"You're really in no position to be giving orders, Mels."

He lightly skimmed the knife across my neck, being sure not to cut the skin. I did not breathe. He then chuckled and cupped my face.

"I still don't have my answer."

By then the tears were falling and sobs were escaping my lips. He gave a sigh of annoyance and dropped my face. I was crying and no other thoughts were going through my mind.

"Wow. It's not every day I get to see the great and powerful Mello cry. I guess that's a point for me. I knew you were really a softie inside. And a coward."

I began to scream.

"Matt! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I didn't want to leave but I had to! Please believe me! Please!"

I reached up to his face and yanked off his goggles. I looked him in the eyes and he made a face of disgust.

"Please, Matt. I'm sorry. I love you."

Once those three words were uttered I saw his eyes widen immensely. He quickly gasped and scrambled off of me. He back away and looked like a child who was just beat fiercely. He started mumbling "no" and he gripped his hair.

He started grunting as if he had a really bad headache and swinging his head back and forth. I sat up on the couch.

"Matt?"

He looked at me with eyes that were stricken with something close to fear. He gripped his head tighter and screamed. He then ran out the door, leaving me to stare at the wooden plank.

I stood up and walked over to the doorway, looking out. I saw a small figure on the street running down the block. I sighed and shut the door. I walked back over to the couch and picked up his goggles. I held them in my hands as if they were a porcelain doll. The tears began to fall once more and I cradled the orange eyewear.

"Matt…what happened to you?"

I cried until I fell asleep.

Poor Mels! Oh well, that's my fucked up mind at work! What will happen?

I don't know, maybe your reviews will give me some inspiration…please?

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