AN//: POINT OF VIEW CHANGES. It's now being told from what Mello is thinking. But it changes back and forth per chapter.
Disclaimer//: I don't own Death Note. If I did, L would still be here.
Anyway, this is chapter two. Sooo enjoy. And yes, I realize my characters at points argue with the narrator.
The next morning. Mello wakes up earlier than usual. He climbs down the ladder to the bunk beds. Matt isn't there. Mello isn't sure why. Usually Matt is the last person to wake up.
I wonder where he could be.
His eyes fall onto the table next to the bed. Matt's orange-tinted goggles are missing. Strange. Where could he have gone? He eyes Near, but Near is still curled up on his bed sound asleep.
Maybe Matt's gone downstairs.
So that's where he goes. Downstairs. He doesn't even get dressed. He's still in his underwear. And his hair is a complete mess. But he doesn't mind. All he wants to know is where Matt has ran off to.
The truth is, despite the insults, Mello actually cares about Matt. Matt is his best friend. He's the one Mello can talk to. He's the only one that talks to Mello. The other kids all idolize Near and Matt. Mello is just that chocolate eating, scolding, second-best-to-Near, jerky orphan.
But it has to be this way, right?
Except for when dealing with Matt.
So, he stands at the bottom of the stairs.
"The second story window was wide open," one of the caretakers of the orphanage says to Roger. "And Mail is missing."
"Guess we have ourselves a runaway," Roger replies.
For a second, Mello can't move. Matt has ran away? Why the fuck would he do that? Matt, you idiot.
Roger looked over and sees tired Mello standing there, still in shock. It's four AM. Mello is the only child in the entire place that is awake. The only child to know that Matt, his best friend, his only friend, has ran away.
"Miheal, what are you doing awake at this hour?" questions Roger, staring across the room at him.
Mello doesn't answer. But instead he replies with a question of his own.
"How are we going to find him?"
"It's not that easy, Mello," Roger begins, "The police won't get involved until he's been missing at least twenty-four hours and. . ."
"Bull shit," Mello yells back, darting back up stairs.
Matt, what have you done? Why have you ran off like this? You dumb ass.
Mello stares at the empty bottom bunk. He falls into it. The faint smell of tobacco fills his lungs. He reaches over and picks up Matt's pillow, hugging it tightly. The pillow smells like Matt, an odd combination of tobacco and shampoo.
I can't just let you stay gone, Matt. I need you here. You're my best friend.
Mello gets up from the bed. He grabs his black jacket from off the near-by rack. It's a tight fit hoody, and it clings to his small frame. His jeans lie on the floor. They're tight fit and solid black. He slides them over his legs.
He wills himself down the stairs and out the door, only to find the rain is pouring hard. He sighs as the huge drops hit his body, causing his clothes to stick tighter to him than before. The sudden rain makes him feel cold, and he shivers a bit.
Matt, where are you?
He takes off in a random direction, hoping to see his red-headed friend somewhere. How hard could it possibly be to find a red-headed male in a striped shirt and orange goggles, with a cigarette pressed tight between his lips?
Let mission: find Matt commense.
