A/N So this is the second part of the dead characters from Death Note. From Matt's POV. I am realizing I like the make the dead swear a lot. And kinda bitchy...w/e...
One thing I regret was that I never finished the cigarette that I had when I was shot. Multiple times. I didn't count, sorry I was too busy being shot at. Fuck, and the video game I had on pause back at the apartment. I would kill myself for not finishing that game, but I'm already dead.
Which means I can tell you many fun stories about Mello. Or should I say Mihael Keehl. Like the time he came crying to me because he lost his chocolate. He was cute then. You know, before the leather infested his wardrobe. Another thing, he liked the attention from the old guys (or well, anyone) for looking the way he did. Attention whore. Though I could probably just be safe calling him a whore, I don't know what he did for a few years, but I do have a nagging feeling that he took that job on.
Oh, plus my name isn't really Matt. I'm sure that you probably know this by now, but it's really Mail Jeevas. Don't ask me why I have the only name sounding fake name.
On the bright side of being dead, my goggles came with me. In case you were wondering ghost still wear clothes, so I'm all toasty and warm in my vest. Don't say I had no fashion sense, stripes are way better than leather or pajamas. I may be third best in Wammy House but I come first in style.
One thing I like being dead. Huh. Besides the goggles? It's pretty easy to stalk people, but then they can't hear or see you so that kinda sucks. But it is still fun, gives me something to do. And every now and then I come across another ghost on the plane of the dead. It's cool to hear their stories about how they died. Normally they are here for revenge or lingering regret so the stories remind me somehow of video games.
Which reminds me, who made it so hard to pick up a game controller? Just because I'm not solid matter. Fuck. I bet Mello is shitting his pants over chocolate right now. I could use a smoke too, I am having withdrawal symptoms.
No, they do not involve me looking like some twisted freak upside down.
I just happen to chew on things. Mix this with me trying to pick up that little kid's PSP almost makes me be able to touch real live things.
Now, I'm just your average poltergeist.