Author's Note- Apparently I lied. Forgot about this. Sorry, guys. _
Disclaimer- I don't own Death Note.
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In the years that had passed separately for the two boys, there'd been a lot that changed. Matt was silent now, always playing his games, unless someone called on him or he felt threatened. He absolutely refused to take anything seriously- Mello figured it was somehow that if he took anything to heart he'd have to be hurt.
Mello himself had changed into some bizarre sort of-
Boy didn't fit, but neither did man. There'd been a reversal when he left. Typical teenage rebellion, carried to intensely atypical levels and dimensions. He'd vowed to break everything they told him, to break everything they'd made him, and he really had. It was almost difficult to tell what gender he was, now, but that was one of the least important things.
Now, there was blood on his hands. Now, justice was something alien. Now, he was-
It was clear the one thing he couldn't break was their control over him.
(Nancy Boy by Placebo)