Author's Note: I'm glad everyone likes this so far! I'm going to try and update at least once a week. Your reviews are inspiring me to write.

Disclaimer: Death Note isn't mine, obviously. Oh, and because I didn't make it obvious, I figured I should mention this is post-Kira, and Matt and Mello lived.

Sorry that this chapter is so short! I have to spread it out so that the story lasts longer than just a few chapters.

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"I…oh, shit…"

Strangely calm, Mello approaches Keiko's body and kneels down, pushing a piece of hair away from her face. Matt, too, falls to his knees and begins rambling away.

"S-she just wouldn't st-stop…tried so hard not to…I…I just…"

"Quiet, Matt."

Mello sets his index and middle fingers against the girl's slender neck to confirm that she had truly died, sighing once he feels that there is no pulse. His gaze flicks over to Matt. The younger of the two is still clutching at his hair, mumbling incoherently, and wondering how the hell Mello is managing to stay so calm with a dead body lying between the two of them.

"Matt, listen to me. Just answer yes or no, all right? You stabbed Keiko?"

"Y-yes."

"So you're saying that you came here, something went down, and you ended up killing her?"

"Yes."

Mello wipes a hand down his face in frustration. Why couldn't he just have a normal life? First an orphanage, then a serial killer, and now this. It was bad enough he'd had to run from and break the law throughout his teen years, and now here he was about to do it again. But this time, it wasn't he who had committed the crime.

"You're lucky you wear those damn gloves all the time. And that it's so late, because nobody probably saw you walk up here. We'll have to leave her here for someone to find while we make a run for it. I've got enough cash for about five days of running. We'll have to find somewhere to go."

"Mel, no. I did it. You shouldn't have to run with me."

A signature snarl appears on Mello's face as he stands up, dragging Matt up with him. "People have seen me tonight, Matt. They know I headed home. How's it going to look if I take the time to help you leave, then report her death to the police? I'll have waited an awful long time to tell them about a dead body lying in the middle of my living room, yes? Besides, I care about you too much to let you handle this alone. Come on, we'd better leave before the rain gets any worse. Where the hell is your vest?"

Mello grabs onto Matt's wrist and begins dragging him out the door. Matt is practically dead weight, seeing as things still haven't completely sunk in.

"Mello."

"…"

"Mello."

"What?"

"I…I didn't have any logical reason for doing it. I only stabbed her because she was being an annoying bitch…"

"You're lucky you did it before me. Starting to get on my nerves too."

"…and because I couldn't stand it any longer."

Mello stops halfway to pressing the 'Down' button on the elevator. He turns around, staring at Matt through the gamer's beloved goggles.

"What do you mean 'couldn't stand it'? Couldn't stand what?"

Matt's bottom lip quivers. Damnit, why hadn't he just kept his mouth shut? This was already a terrible situation, and he'd just made it even more awkward than it already was. Oh well. He might as well be truthful. Now was certainly not the time for lies.

"I couldn't stand…seeing you with her. Fuck Mello, I've wanted to mean more to you for so long. This isn't the time to be talking about my damned emotions, though. We need to haul ass, right?"

Suddenly growing a bit braver, Matt pushes Mello aside and presses the button for the elevator. Mello's face has become a frustrated tomato red, and he mumbles under his breath. Matt can barely hear him.

"…her…make you…"

The pair quickly enter the elevator once the doors open, hastily pressing the button for the lobby. Matt pushes his goggles up to get a better look at Mello. "What?"

The blonde slams a fist against the wall. "Damnit Matt, I only fucked her to make you jealous! And now she's dead. And it's partly because neither of us could open our damn mouths and say what we were thinking. Shit…"

The rest of the elevator ride is silent. Matt's fingers are twitching slightly, practically begging for a cigarette. He hadn't had one for some time, and it was beginning to get to him. His nerves desperately needed calming.

By the look on Mello's face, Matt could tell that he was formulating a plan for their escape, and undoubtedly one for what they would do once their supply of cash was used up.

Matt's mind, however, was somewhere completely different. What Mello had said refused to leave his mind. And since his own feelings were already out in the open, why not question Mello about his?