Epilogue.

Mello fidgeted with the door handle. Locked. He thought. He pressed his ear against the door hoping to hear the sound effects and music of some video game he had never heard of before. Nothing.

He threw his bag onto the floor in anger. The wound on his face stung and ached but he ignored it. He looked down at the scrap paper in his hand. He looked back up at the door. This has to be the right place. He thought. He had asked Ridner to look for a certain someone who went by the name Matt.

"Another Wammy's boy, I'm guessing." She had said.

"An old friend."

Friend. He thought, his face twisting with a mixture of emotions. He crumpled the paper in his hand where he had noted down Matt's address. He slammed his back against Matt's front door hissing at the pain that ran through his back as his wound came into contact with the surface.

He stared at the ceiling wondering why he had decided to look for Matt anyway. He knew the answer but five years was a long time. It would only seem sane if Matt had moved on, found someone less needy, less attached than Mello.

But he couldn't help but try.

Something about the way his heart would pace and race and ache sometimes, like he was missing a limb and he had forgotten. And when he'd notice that it was gone he'd find himself wanting to shoot bullet holes into the skulls of every person who would dare speak to him.

I'm missing a part of my body! He'd think. What the fuck does anything else matter?

But of course they couldn't see what he was missing.

He sighed and ran a hand over the bandages that covered half of his face. His heart sank. He isn't here. I'm probably never going to find him.

He picked up his bag and made his way back down the stairs leaving behind his last hope of ever seeing the only person he had ever loved. He could remember when he first moved to LA he had fooled himself into believing he had gotten over Matt.

It's alright. He had thought. I'll just be a little less attached to the next person I fall for. I'll try to keep my distance. I won't be so paranoid.

But it was hopeless. He had never fallen in love again. And he never got over Matt.

He wondered what made him thinking he could act like an adult and play pretend when he didn't even know how to keep his emotions in check.

But it didn't matter now. With the Kira case moving the way it was, Mello could see little hope for himself. This had been his last attempt to locate Matt and even that had ended fruitless.

It's okay. He tried to convince himself. I'll move on now. But he knew he was lying to himself and tomorrow he'd probably make another failed attempt at it.

Mello exited the building making his way out into the cold night wind that made his wound sting even more. Ignoring it he made his way through the parking lot not noticing the car that came speeding towards him.

Brakes screeched. Mello's heart jumped in his chest. The headlights glared in his eyes. No! He thought. I haven't found Matt, yet. The thought reminded him of how pointless his attempts at getting over Matt always were. He'd never get over him and deep down he knew it.

The red Chevy Camaro stopped barely an inch away from the side of his knee. Anger boiled in his chest as he slammed his palms against the hood of the car. The driver stepped out yammering an apology that Mello wasn't interested in.

"Are you blind?!" He yelled as his eyes fell on the driver and all words slipped from his mind. A redhead stared back at him through orange tinted goggles. He had a black and white striped shirt on, just like the one Matt had been wearing when he had wandered onto Mello's rooftop and into his life.

The driver pulled off his goggles.

They stared at each other for a while dumbfounded.

"Where the hell were you?" Mello demanded. "I was upstairs, waiting for you."

Tears rolled uncontrollably onto his face, dampening his bandages and stinging his wound.

Matt shuffled, mumbled and stuttered like a goat for a while.

"Speak up damnit!"

"I-I was on my way." He said.

Mello felt his shoulders slump. He dropped his bag and stepped towards the redhead, throwing his arms around Matt's shoulders. He ignored the pain in his wounds.

"Me too."

Matt felt his arms snake around Mello's waist. He smiled down at the crying blonde and kissed his tear stained lips.

They didn't need to tell each other they loved each other. They knew it. They could feel it in their chests, in the way their hearts raced and now they could finally go back to loving each other in their own mad way.

Author's Notes:

I'll try to be a little more creative next time I write a fic. Anyways, your thoughts would be very much appreciated.