Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did, Matt and Mello would be alive and together.
A/N: This is my first fic! I hope you all enjoy it! For Matt, I depict him with red hair, despite what his official hair color is. Again, thank you for reading.
Numbered Days
Chapter Two
Matt seemed to lose all the breathe in his lungs. "I'm...what?" Near stared at Matt with cold, calculating eyes. "Misa Amane seemed to have a piece of the Death Note. It appears that she wrote your name down before she killed herself. It appears you will die in 14 days." Matt's eyes narrowed into slits. Something was wrong here. "Why would she kill me in 14 days? Why not, you know, kill me when she wrote my name down. Wait, how did she know my name?" Questions whizzed through Matt's head. Two weeks? That's it?
"It appears that Misa Amane made the Shinigami Eye Trade. It allows the person in possession of the Death Note to see the names of the people they see. I would assume she saw you on T.V., assumed you were part of the kidnapping of Takada, and wrote down your name. As to why she kept you alive," Near paused to twirl his hair with his finger, "I would guess she wanted to see you and those involved in the kidnapping suffer. There is nothing like seeing someone die and being unable to do anything about it." If you weren't looking, you would have missed the flash of bitterness in Near's eyes; however, it left as quickly as it came. Standing up for a second time, Near made his way for the door. "No one besides Halle and I know about it. It is your choice whether you want to tell Mello." And with these words, Near walked out of the door. Halle turned to Matt, giving him a sad, comforting smile. "I'll...tell Mello you're awake." With that, she also got up and left Matt alone with his thoughts.
Two weeks. Fourteen days. That's all he had. Lying back on the bed, Matt draped his arm over his eyes. Matt always figured he would die young; chain smoking tended to do that. But really? Two weeks? A cold numbness swept over Matt's mind as reality sunk in. So this was it, huh? As Matt laid there for several minutes, he thought about his life. My mother, his father, Mello...and a group of four people he thought he would never think of again...
Matt's train of thought was broken by the sound of a door opening. Putting his arm down to rest on the bed, Matt looked over to the his best friend. 'Ah shit' was the only thought that passed through Matt's brain. The blond was practically seething with anger. He stormed up to Matt's beside, and Matt swore Mello was going to beat the shit out of him. Instead, he settled to yelling. "MATT! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GODDAMN STOP AND GET OUT OF THE CAR? ARE YOU FUCKING SUICIDAL? WHY DIDN'T YOU KEEP FUCKING DRIVING, YOU FUCKTARD? HOLY FUCKING SHIT." Matt, if he wasn't used to Mello yelling at him, would have winced at the man's rather loud voice. Waiting for Mello to catch his breath from yelling so much (which was several minutes and profanity filled sentences later), Matt looked at Mello in the eye, calm as always. "My bad. But I turned out all right, didn't I?" He gave a cheeky grin for good measure, hoping it would appease the chocoholic.
Turns out he was wrong. "ALRIGHT? YOU CALL THIS ALRIGHT?" Mello motioned vaguely at Matt's bedridden self, the heart monitor and IV. Mello dropped his voice to a more normal speaking tone, but it did not diminish the anger that was seeping into his words. "No Matt, you are not 'alright'. You almost fucking died. Do you not understand that?" Mello's voice dropped to a defeated groan, as if he was trying to explain something really easy to a mentally retarded person. (Funny how people were doing that to him today). Matt tried to speak calmly to his short-tempered friend. "Hey, listen, I know what could have happened. I knew what could have happened. But it didn't. No use trying to do something about it now. Calm the fuck down Mel." He said the last part with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Mello rolled his eyes, but said nothing more. Instead, he decided to brief Matt on his narrow escape from being burned to a crisp (again). It seemed that Takada tried to sneak a piece of the Death Note in her bra, and planned to kill Mello that way. Mello, easily seeing through her, took the paper and drove the truck to the church. He cut the engine, made sure Takada was locked in the back and walked a short distance away from the church. In minutes, everything was up in flames. Mello seemed convinced it was Kira's doing, and was proved right when Near spoke with Light Yagami. After everything was smoke and ash, Mello caught a ride with Halle back to SPK. By that time, Matt had already been taken care of and had fallen into a coma for the past four days.
Matt was amazed, but not entirely surprised, that Mello survived. Maybe the God he worshiped really was looking out for him...Mello took out a chocolate bar from his pocket and snapped it. Standing up suddenly, Mello walked out of the room, muttering a "you're a mess". In Mello's language, that was almost like a "get well soon". Matt smiled a little bit at the thought, although deep in his mind, he was debating whether to tell his friend that they were witnessing his final moments.
Mello burst into the room, minutes later, looking slightly annoyed. "Oi, come on out. There are some...people here to see you." If is wasn't for the irritated air Mello was radiating, Mello probably would have laughed at the absurdity of it. Matt. People coming to see him? Ridiculous. How did they find him in the first place? His location was top secret... Pushing these thoughts away, Mello motioned towards the door. "You coming?"
Matt blinked in disbelief as similar thoughts ran through his head. "What? Who are they?" Mello shrugged nonchalantly. "They call themselves Alice, Anthony, Kaitlyn and Max." Matt felt as if his insides dropped. Why the fuck were they here?
