"He's dead."

Who was talking? Where am I…?

"No shit, we shot him like eight times. Of course he's dead."

"What he gets. Interfering with Kira."

Kira? Kira… that was such a kind name for a killer… right… the pain… I had gotten shot eight times. More than that, probably. Oh god… the pain… but why wasn't I in pain anymore? Why didn't it hurt anymore?

"Well, we need to go help find Takada. Come on."

"Yeah, your right. That guy on the motorcycle.."

Motorcycle.. Takada…

Mello.

I shot up, eyes wide, panic shooting through me. Where was I? What was today? I whirled and looked around. Cops were scattering and getting into their cars, ignoring the fact that I was getting to my feet. Was I no longer a threat? Hadn't I died just a few seconds ago?

Where in the hell was I?

I felt like featherweight as I turned around to look around. Oh, god, my CAR! I gasped as I looked at it, but it wasn't just my car that I felt horrible about, the bullet holes and blood splattered on the windows, but myself. There I was. Laying there, with bullet holes and blood and..

I was dead. The game was over.

Then who was I?

Of course. I was a ghost.

I laughed pathetically, looking at my hands. I almost expected them to be transparent, but of course, that would be rather cliché. My laughing didn't stop, and neither did the tears building in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mello," I whispered, horrible feelings retching up inside of me. I had died. I wasn't suppose to die… Mello had ordered me to make it out alive. But of course, Mello had to know that I was going to die - we both did.

"Matt, do you remember what i told you what we have to do?" Mello said, sitting on the motorcycle. He was proud of that thing, proud as anything. It was his treasure. My treasure was him, and as i looked at him i almost couldn't bare to see him part with me. But i had my orders, and Mello's icy blue eyes were locked with mine. Forcing me to come to an understanding.

I force a smile and squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. "I remember, Mells. I won't let you down."

Mello diddn't smile. He just looked at me with a look of grim understanding. He knew i understood what the look was - odds were, we were both gonna die. "I won't be coming back, Matt."

I smile. "Then i guess saying 'see you later' would be the wrong choice of words, huh, love?" I say quietly, brushing the hair from his eyes. For a moment i think i see doubt in his eyes. Regret. But I know it won't last. Mello is one of those people who has a fire. A fire that you can't put out with just water, you can't put out with anything. Anything you throw at it will simply lash back at you, fuel the fire to become even stronger and angrier. Nothing anyone could say would change his mind.

"I love you," Mello said sternly, as if trying to convince me. His eyes were hard and icy, staring me straight in the eye. I nod and kiss him on the lips, softly and only for a moment before pulling away, slipping my hand off of his shoulder. "And Matt?" I blinked, looking at him expectantly. His eyes are determined and he reached for his rosary, closing his hand around it with determination. "I will be seeing you. Don't think that this is the end, okay?"

And in that moment i beleived him. Always i've been an athiest. That would probbly never change. But in that moment I beleived him with every atom in my body - Mello would fight his way through whatever Hell they tried to keep him in if that existed, and he'd break out of Heaven if he had to. We would be together. No matter what. "Okay," I whisper. "Good... goodbye, love."

Then Mello pulled the helment over his beautiful, scarred face and sat all the way down in the motorcycle before driving away. I couldn't stay to watch him dissapear. I had to forfill my part in the mission. I had to do it. With a shaking breath i turned to my car, that car i loved so much, and climbed in. "To the final boss," i whispered, knowing that if Mello were there he'd knock me over the head for being 'a game-obsessed idiot' and gunned the car. "I'll see you later, Mells."

I close my eyes, trying to block out the painful memory. That was the last time i saw him. Mello....

Which reminded me. Mello.

Fuck... Mello! I think, running before I can think about it. I can hardly climb into my car - in fact, I go right through it as I run down the sidewalk towards the church. I knew where he was heading. That church we loved that day… that day we finally met up… that's where we stayed. What would he think when he found out that we would just turn into ghosts?

Then again, maybe not everyone did. Maybe I was just that suckish that God and Satan didn't want me. I don't know. I've never been a religious person, not like Mello. I'm not even sure if mello was. That rosary might just be for badass-show. I'd never asked.

So much I'd never asked.

The church comes into my sight long before it normally would, since technically i had run miles. But i guess ghosts can do that. I did't stop to ponder it, breaking through the clearing and... I choke on my own voice before I let out a scream. The church was on fire. ON FIRE! Tears build in my eyes as I sprint forward, almost surprised that I felt tired - apparently even ghosts needed endurance - but I didn't care, running silently to the church and through the fire, not feeling the burns I would have gotten if I were still alive. Mello. Mello must be in there and there was nothing I could do.

"MELLO!" I scream, but I know nobody can hear me, not even him. I'm dead now. I already lost the game of life to Takada's bodyguards. But now… I saw the truck that I knew that bitch Takada was. And Mello. Mello was in there. I reached to throw the truck door open but my hands simply slipped through the handle, choking on tears. Ghosts can cry…. How cliché…

I don't need to open the door to see Mello. Already gone, I can see him, his eyes closed. You hear people talk about people looking peaceful when they die, but not Mello. Never expected him to. He looked… pissed. Looked absolutely pissed.

I just stood there, watching the fire claim the rest of him. Finishing what it started.

I knew this would happen. I knew from the very moment that Mello told me we were going to work on the Kira case that we were going to die eventually. And i knew how as soon as he told me the plan. I had been expecting this. So why... why.... why was this so painful now?

I knew why. It was because I loved him.

Tears slowly slide down my cheeks. I realize with a laugh that I can feel them. I can't feel anything else, but I can feel my own tears as they drip from my chin, disappearing at my feet. "Mello…" I whisper, feeling my own voice shaking. Mello had seen this coming, I knew he did - he knew that he had given up for Near. Before he left me, there was no doubt. No "it'll be okay." No lies. He knew. He just looked me right in the eye and said "I love you, Matt." Just like that. And then he drove away to…

To what? This? For what? Near, the boy who he had always hated? For the title of number one, which had always taunted him, never to be obtained? For the world, that had treated him so cruelly?

"Stop your crying, Matty. No need to turn into a softie now."

I freeze cold at the voice behind me, eyes widening as I spin around, eyes wide. I knew that voice. I would know it anywhere. And I knew that smirk, that face, that beautiful, beautiful face. I knew that perfect skin and those icy blue eyes. And I knew that angelic long, messy blonde hair, and I knew t hat expression and that he was trying not to cry himself but was just too stubborn. Just like he always was.

"Mello," I whisper, my voice cracking, my jaw trembling in effort to stop my sobs. Mello sighed and rolled his eyes, opening his arms to invite me in. I don't need any more consent - I sprint forward and glomp him, flinging my arms around him. Relishing in the feeling of his warmth against me, my fingers tangling in his hair. I feel his shuddering sigh in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist, and I feel tears drip onto my neck and know he's crying too. "Mello…. I love you, I love you…" I whisper shakily, unable to stop myself from repeating the sweet nothings in his ear. "I love you, Mello… I love you so much…"

The blonde sighed, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, making me feel like we were children again. "I'm so sorry, Matty…" he whispered painfully, choking on tears. "I'm so sorry I got you killed."

I shake my head and pull away from him, searching his pained blue eyes, watching the unfamiliar liquid streaming down his cheeks. He never cried, so rarely he cried… but we'd both died, after all. He had all the rights to cry. With a shuddering sigh I shake my head again, brushing my hair away from his now perfect face, smiling kindly when I realize his scar is gone all over again, the porcelain-perfect skin back w here it rightfully belonged. "It doesn't matter, Mello," I whispered, wiping a tear from his cheek gently. "We're together now."

"I'm sorry though… anyway…." Mello whispered, breaking the record for the number of times he's said sorry in a day, wiping his eyes with his wrist and sniffling angrily, forcing a smile. "Let's get out of here, okay? I'm getting all girly just standing around in this burning church."

I laugh and kiss him on the forehead. "Okay. And Mells?" Mello looked up at me questioningly, and I smile sadly at him. "I'm sorry we didn't make it to Heaven… or whatever."

Mello surprised me by letting out a giggle, intertwining his fingers in mine. "Don't be silly, Matt - I'm fine… with you," he said, a little uncertainly, then looked up at me with seriousness in his eyes. "You're all the light I need."

A wave of warmth hits me and I cup his face in my hands, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his. Mello doesn't need any more initiative than that, pressing his lips on mine just as passionately. I don't even have to ask for permission before parting his lips, exploring his mouth in the way that I al ways did. He still tastes like chocolate, I mused silently, pulling him closer against me. We're like this for a long time, but apparently even ghosts need to stop for air, pulling away from each other and taking gulps of air, Mello's face burning.

After a second I feel a grin cross my face, and he glowers at me irately, still himself as always. "What're you grinning like an idiot for?"

"Nothing just…" the smile widens before I can help it, unable to keep a straight face. "I don't think I've ever heard you say something so cheesy."

Mello stares at me for a long moment before smacking me on the arm. "I hate you." I laugh outwardly and take off, knowing it won't be long before Mello catches me and demands I apologize, but I don't mind. All our arguments will end in tickle fights anyway, to make the best of this sweet piece of forever…

A/N: This was way more fun than it should have been. *face palm* Ummm… wel, yeah. XD I'm so obsessed w ith this couple, so I figured I'd write this cheesy thing for them. I promised happiness, and really this is kind of depressing but not at the same time. If that makes sense. Which it does't. But screw you. D:

….8D and then Matt and Mello had ghostie smex the end! *sparkle sparkle*