I own nothing, but I wish I did. All is woe in the life of a fan-girl.

To The End

I step into the church, my boots clacking loudly against the tile. I snap off a piece of chocolate loudly, The snap rings around the church, echoing off the walls. Everyone looks back to see the noisy intruder. I feel their eyes roam over me then fall on the gun in my right hand, by my side.

There was a collective gasp around the room. I looked up the aisle and I see the bride and groom. The groom, Matsuda seems shocked. He has pulled his bride behind him and she is now peeking out behind his arm, I slowly start walking up the aisle. The sound of my boots once again echoing through out the church. While walking I tear off my floor length fur coat and throw it in an empty pew.

Several men stand up brandishing their weapons but they made themselves too obvious and I shoot them all down before even one of them got a single shot out.

I walk to one of the fallen men's dead body in the aisle, reaching down I pick up his machine gun from his broken grasp. With a hysterical laugh I pocket my chocolate. "It looks like this church will be your tomb!" I call out to every person in this godforsaken place.

Some more people stand up to object but I shoot them all down before they could get a sentence out. A group of people free out a door in the back of the church, I barely notice.

I laugh again, even more hysterical now. "Well, isn't this nice? A cute little wedding! This was once in my future but someone stole it from me. Tell me where he is, and I will spare the blushing bride and the dashing groom!"

"Please, there is no need-" He was cut off by my bullet driving it's way into his brain.

"No, no. Wrong answer. Would anyone else like to try?" I began to wave my gun around, slightly losing myself.

Another man stood up. He began to speak, "We don't know what you are talking about! Please, just stop!" Another bullet silenced him as well. He slumps onto the floor, the women next to him, who I take as his wife, pawing at him frantically.

"Well I know one of you knows what I'm talking about. Please, speak up!" Silence seemed to echo around the room. "Fine, then you are all useless."

Some of the men ducked, expecting it but most just sat scared as a wave of bullets washed over them. Many slumped over or slid to the floor, dead. Some of the luckier ones got down in time or were missed.

After a moment the men that jumped to the floor resurfaced. Each brandishing his own gun. "What is this? You think THAT will scare me?" I sneered. "Now, where is my Matty's killer?" Again there was no answer. I open fired on them, this time they were given time to shoot back.

One bullet just skinned me on my hip. I shot the rest of them down. I rubbed a few fingers through the gushing wound. I brought my gloved fingers back to face. They are now coloured crimson. I lick my fingers clean.

I turned to face the bride and groom. I sauntered over to them, walking up the five steps to the alter. I shot the groom, Matsuda, in the stomach, as he stumbled back I grabbed Misa. She fell to her knees, what a fitting place for her to be. I heard the few people still alive shriek as I put my gun to her head.

"Well sweetie, you would marry him, now, will you bury him?" I sneered down at her. I had a grasp on her wrist as she tried to pull away with tears streaming down her face, distress and complete fear radiating from her and showing on her face.

Seeing her face reminded me of Matt, in the old days at Wammy's. He would have the same face each night he woke up from his nightmares.

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I woke up to Matt's whimpering. I rolled over in my bed and was facing him. Matty was still asleep but he was whimpering and tears were streaming from his closed eyes.

He twisted and got caught even further into his blankets. Sighing, I got up and walked to his bed. Sitting on the edge i reached out and traced my hand down his face, whispering softly, "Wake up Matty, come on, it's only a nightmare, wake up!" He shifted again.

He screamed and flushed. He started to mutter helplessly to himself, "No, no stop! No, no. MOM! STOP! She didn't do anything! Stop!" There was silence for a second the he started to scream again. Shit. He was having a nightmare of his parents and little sister's death again. He had this dream almost every other night.

I slowly started to shake him. "Matt," I spoke more firmly now, "Come on Matt, wake up!" My only response was more whimpers. Matt started to scream again and thrash around.

We are all orphans at Wammy's so we all have nightmares once in a while with no one there to wake us up. I hate being woken up by their shrieks but, with Matt it was different, with Matt I don't mind too much. He has a reason to scream the way he does.

While the other kids scream because of monsters under their beds Matt relives his nightmare of a childhood Matt always has the same reoccurring dream.

Matt tossed again and I repeatedly call his name and try to wake him but to no avail. I know that it has to be coming to an end, and that I fear most.

Three years ago Matt became an orphan, when he was 11. He grew up being abused along with his mother and little sister by his alcoholic father. His mother could never stand up to the man. One night his father got drunk and killed Matt's mother and younger sister, he beat them to death. Then, still drunk and still pissed he turned his rage on to Matt.

Matt ended up shooting him with the gun he got out of his fathers closet. As a result they sent him to several different orphanages before he ended up in Wammy's. He came with no family and no desire to live. I met Matt here at Wammy's, neither of us had any friends and didn't want any but when we met we just clicked and became inseparable.

Matt started to thrash around harder, then he let out a bloodcurdling, high pitched scream that could shake the windows and had me flinching. He rolled of the bed and crawled, frantically, to the wall. He curled up in a ball and sat panting and clutching his arms around his legs, which were brought up to his chest.

I slowly walked over to him. Tears were pouring down his face and his breathing was ragged. I kneeled in front of him and slowly reached one hand out. He looked up at me cautiously, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward into a tight hug.

I wrapped my arms around him as he cried into the crook of my neck. When he finally calmed down he spoke, his voice cracking. "M-Mello, I-I'm sorry." He pulled away and when I looked at him his head was down and his bangs covered his face.

I brushed the bangs out of his eyes and softly kissed him. "I don't mind, except for when you scream so loud. Ya know, you scream like a girl," I joked. a small smile graced his features, "It's a wonder why I am the uke!" We both broke out laughing. I wiped the remaining tears from his eyes and we indolently walked back to my bed.

We laid together, with Matt in my arms. Once in a while a kiss or two would be passed, at least twice a heated make out session occurred. We laid there together until we both fell asleep.

In the morning we had to answer many blush worthy questions when Roger walked in on us sleeping with our arms wrapped around each other and Matt snuggled into my chest, his lips pressed against my neck.

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My heart throbbed painfully. My arm with the gun came up to clutch my chest over my heart. Tears stung in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.

"Talk. Who. Killed. Mail. Jeevas?" My voice was strong despite the pain rippling through my body.

A man stood and walked to the bottom of the five steps separating us. He ran forward and tried to tackle me. I let go of my grip on Misa and used both hands to throw the guy off.

With a grunt I stop another attack from the man. I swung my foot out, hitting the back of his ankles and knocking him down. I pointed my gun at him, "do you know where Kira is you vile man?" The man just spat at me.

I gave out an awful cackle, then shot the man still on the ground in his right knee. He howled in agony as he withered on the tiles.

I walked down to the man, pulling his head up by his long, scruffy, black hair, putting the gun to his head.

"What is your name?" I spoke through clenched teeth while pulling his hair.

The man spoke with venom spilling into every word. "What is it to you?"

I chuckled darkly, "Well, I want to tell Kira exactly who it was that betrayed him, so speak up!" I tugged his hair roughly again. He just spat in my face. I wiped my face before smiling, still smiling I pistol whipped the guy with all my strength.

He grunted, falling over to the side, blood pouring out of his mouth, "Mikami," the man grounded out. I smiled wickedly, this was just too fun. It reminds me of when Matt and I would play rough from time to time.

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"Suck me dry mother fucker!" I commanded Matt. We were laying on our couch. Matt had gotten me worked up and now refused to take care of me. I was throbbing in my tight leather pants.

"Go fuck yourself!" Matt shot back scornfully.

"If I could do that then I wouldn't be asking your sorry ass to fuck me, now would I?" I shot right back. One way or another I was going to cum tonight, I just hope it's by the man laying on top of me by my waist and not my hand. I buck my hips up to show him how much I really need him. All the blood is pooled in my aching member.

"Stop it you horny bastard! You're such a fucking slut!" I stared at him indignantly, my mouth hanging open. Matt moved up on his knees when I had thrust up into him so I could see he wanted it just as much as I did.

"Fuck! Matt! I hate you! You want it just as much as I do Why can't you ever make things easy?!" He just crawled over top of me and slowly lowered down so his mouth brushed my ear.

"I think you're easy enough for the both of us." My Matty spoke then lifted up. Now I see how he's playing this night, he wants it rough. Well, I can play along with that.

I sat up, my leg between Matt's knees and pulled him by his collar so my breath was dancing across the side of his face. "What are you going to do about it Matty? Maybe you're just not good enough for me."

Matt laughed, grabbed my hands and pulled. Still chuckling, Matt answered, "Not good enough. You made a mistake, a big mistake, HUGE! I'll show you whose not good enough." I had broken through Matt's calm and now knew I was going to get the fucking of my life time. There won't be much foreplay but the sex will be raw and hard, I already know I wont be able to sit for the rest of the week. I just had to take it like a good little uke though. That I could go along with.

Believe it, or not, I'm a borderline dominant uke. I like to control situations and people but when it comes to the bedroom I can be fiery but I lie down and take it in the end. This in mind, Matt clamped onto my lips but after a moment I pushed him away and got up. While speaking I headed to the bedroom, knowing he'd follow, "Ya know, I'm just not that interested, maybe next time. I'm kinda tired, I think I'll just, go to bed." I said the last three words while turning my head and calling for him with my eyes.

When I got in the bedroom I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Matt to make his way in. It didn't take long before Matt came hurriedly shuffling in. Matt came over to me and pulled me up into him. He gyrated against me slightly then sat down where I was.

"Clothes off!" Matt demanded. I started to unzip my vest before "Dance! Make it a strip tease!" was barked out by Matt. Matty just sat back and enjoyed as I slowly swung my hips and unzipped my vest.

I peeled the vest off my golden flesh. with one arm out stretched I dropped the leather to the floor. Matt began to pant slightly as I straddled him and took his hands and slid them up and down my toned chest.

Matt had a large intake of air as I pulled one of his fingers into my mouth and began to play around with it and suck. My tongue rolled over his finger and covered him with saliva before I sucked him dry. I scraped my teeth along his finger as I pulled it out of my mouth and dropped it.

I kissed Matt roughly then peeled his baggy stripped shirt off. Smirking I kissed down his chest before latching onto his right nipple and sucking. I rolled my tongue back and forth then bit down hard on Matt's nipple, issuing a yelp from Matt and earning me a hard slap on the ass.

"You fucking whore!" Matt seethed.

"Shut up you fucking cunt! I'm in control!" I got off Matt and stood before him sternly.

"You're in control?" Matt asked then roughly pushed me down next to him on the bed. He swung his leg over me so he sat on my crouch. Sitting up on his knees he started working on my pants. I kicked them off once he got them down to my knees. "You're in control. We'll see about that." Matt spoke softly, almost to himself.

With the simple command of 'flip' from Matt I was on my stomach. He reached above me under a pillow and grabbed something silver. It was out of my sight before I could identify it but I had a fairly clear idea of what it was. You don't need to be a genius to figure out someone has brought handcuffs in bed when you're playing rough. So Matt had planned this all out. Cheeky bastard.

"Knees," Matt commanded and I pushed up onto my knees. Matt reached forward and handcuffed my wrists together so I was forced on my elbows so my back arched uncomfortably. Matt grabbed lube from the night stand and a condom.

I heard his pants being unzipped and moved around then the condom package being ripped open. I secured myself as Matt probed me and got me prepared.

Once I was prepared Matt slammed into me, He waited a minute then pulled all the way back out. Matt slapped my ass so it stung and grabbed my ass, his dull nails digging into my flesh. He slammed back into me, stopping once all the way in and groaning. His other hand's nails dug into my chest and scraped down to my belly button before clamping onto my fleshy appendage and pumping with each of his thrusts. When he let go he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back, sending a masochistic groan out of me.

Matt gave my back multiple rough bites and my ass received several more stinging slaps to go along with our flesh pounding together creating slapping noises that drowned under the noise of the bed squeaking and our moans and groans of pleasure. With each thrust Matt's jeans button would dig into me and the zipper would scrape my delicate flesh.

Matt bit down on my shoulder as he came, taking me down with him and splatter myself across my stomach and the sheets. Matt collapsed on top of me, his vermilion hair fanning across my shoulders and tickling my neck.

When our breathing evened out and Matt had pulled out I turned to him, "So what's the point of the handcuffs?" He just chuckled, looking down at me as I laid on his chest, wrists still handcuffed.

"So you couldn't try and get the upper hand. And so you couldn't get dresses." He gave me his breath taking half smile. Then reality sunk in.

"Matt..." I was weary, "How long do you intend to keep me handcuffed?" He just chuckled again and slipped out from underneath me.

"At least until I get out of the shower," He started to walk away so I called after him.

"No! Matt! Get back here! I promise I wont get dresses! I'll never get dresses ever again! I'll become a nudist! Just unhand cuff me!" After a minute I added, "Get your ass back here or I'll never have sex with you again!"

I swear I heard a husky laugh come from the bathroom.

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"So Mikami, where is Kira?" Again the man just ended up spitting in my face and again another blow with the butt of my gun was delivered to his face. "Don't make me kill you and everyone else in here until I found out where he is!" I threatened the man.

I cocked my revolver and pointed it at his temple. The man shivered and fear exploded in his eyes. "C-Calm down man! L-Listen! Last t-time I saw K-Kira was at this bar c-called C-Chemical Rom-mance! He is known to f-frequent there! P-Please! Just put the gun down!"

"Thank you Mikami. I honestly didn't expect you to crack. How wrong I was. You must have been one of the easiest ones to break. I do thank you dearly. For payment, everyone else in this damned church can leave with out the body bags." I tightened my grip on my fun.

As he began to sputter a "N-No!" as realization cut in I drove a bullet into his skull, spilling his brain matter against the tile of the church and having his blood splash upon my face.

I dropped his empty body and stepped away, my boots splattered with the remains of Mikami's brain.

I'm thinking the same thing as you..."HOLY SHIT A FUCKING UPDATE?!?!?!?!"

I was in Aruba for two weeks, then I had major writers block when it came to the yaoi, then I wrote it and had to type it up which was awkward and slow when I finally got to it because my parents kept walking into the room.

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