Numbered Days Chapter 4, a death note fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did, Matt and Mello would be alive and together.

A/N: This is my first fic! I hope you all enjoy it! For Matt, I depict him with red hair, despite what his official hair color is. Again, thank you for reading.

Numbered Days

Chapter Four

If you had asked Mello what he thought his response would be, he would tell you that Matt would shrug indifferently and go pull out his PSP. But this wasn't the Matt he knew. This was some foreign Matt that Mello didn't know existed. So, Mello was pretty much stunned at the words that left Matt's mouth. "Mind your own business Mello." Seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room, Max spoke up. "Hey, so Matt. If you're, you know, coming with us, we should get going. We had a gig planned, but dropped it when we found you." This seemed to grab Mello's attention; his anger from Matt's rude and dismissive response had not yet left him, so his words had a bite to them. "You any good?" Mello smirked for good measure; he would laugh his ass off if they actually sucked.
Sharing a look with the rest of the band, Max gave Mello a cocky smirk. "Is that a challenge?" Max motioned to the door. "All of our stuff is in the truck that's parked outside." He glanced over to Near, to see if that was cool. Near, however, couldn't have been more indifferent. "Do what you want" was his only response before being lost in his world of toys. Kaitlyn, Alice and Anthony began to leave the room to get their stuff as Max gently shrugged Matt off his shoulder so he could join them. "Be up in a minute. Matt, we have your guitar with us, too." Matt waved them off and called out his thanks as he watched them leave. After the door closed, and Matt could no longer hear their footsteps, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Matt hesitantly turned around to see a thoroughly pissed off Mello.

"What the fuck was that?" snarled Mello, with as much anger he could express. Matt fidgeted under Mello's gaze, resembling a small child who had gotten in trouble. "I don't know what you mean..." Matt mumbled, glancing around the room, while running a hand through his hair. Mello growled in warning. "Don't fuck with me Matt. Who are those people?" Matt met Mello's eyes, narrowing them slightly as if to challenge him. "I thought we made it clear; they're my band mates."

Fed up, Mello charged towards Matt, grabbed the front of his shirt and brought his face so close, their noses were almost touching. Mello's ice blue eyes stared Matt down, unwavering. "You know what I mean. Now, answer me again if you want to keep your face. What. The. Fuck. Was. That." No longer posing it as a question, Mello commanded Matt as though he was just another underling in the mafia. However, Matt was not intimidated. Taking Mello's hand and trying to ease his grip on his shirt, Matt spoke evenly. "They're my band mates. There's not much more to it than that." Once his shirt was no longer in Mello's hand, Matt pulled away and waited for the others to come back with their instruments.
Alice was the first to bust through the door, keyboard and stand in her arms. It was a simple black keyboard, but it seemed to be of high quality. She had a rather large grin on her face. Kaitlyn came in carrying in her bass;it was black with a solid white stripe running vertically along the bridge. At the top, of the bass, it was pointed like the horns of the devil while the bottom curled around to almost make a full circle. It was a good looking bass; Mello was almost impressed in the girl's taste. Anthony came in behind her holding two guitars. One was a Summit CT, with a sunburst coloring. The other was a black, sleek Schecter DAMIEN6. Anthony handed the sunburst guitar to Matt, who took it with a smile. Max, along with two other ex-SPK members, came in with his drum set. It was also black. Black seemed to be the band's favorite color or something. Due to the room's large layout, the band was able to set up their instruments without disturbing Near's elaborate display of dominoes. Once setting up the amps and speakers, the band got into position. Matt stood in the center, mic stand in front of him. Kaitlyn was to his right, and Anthony was to his left. Each of them also had a mic in front of them. Max was in the back, so that his loud playing wouldn't damage anyone's eardrums. Alice, somehow, looked out of place with her keyboard next to Kaitlyn. Mello couldn't see how a mere keyboard would up against all these electric instruments.

Soon enough, the band seemed ready to play. Mello pulled up a chair so he could see the band from this side; he wanted to see the band, not just Matt singing away. "Okay, here we go." After Matt spoke, Max was tapping his drumsticks, setting the band's beat.

The words are coming I feel terrible
Is it typical, for us to act like this

The song started slowly; as Matt sang, only Kaitlyn's bass was playing.

Am I just another scene
From a movie that you've seen 100 times

Cause baby you weren't the first, or the last, or the worst
And I've got to fill the blanks in this past with a verse
We could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it
Anymore

Although soon enough, Max and the others joined in; the effect was electric. The room seemed to come alive. The ex-SPK members all looked up from their "work" to listen.

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And I...

Mello watched Matt sing; it was weird to say the least. Matt wasn't bad. On the contrary, he was actually pretty good. But it was weird seeing dorky old Matt looking...well like this. He was playing his guitar while leaning into the mic to sing. His lips were almost touching the mic as he sang, as if we were gonna make out with it or something. (A/N: LOL Sorry I had to.)

On any other day we'd shoot the boy
But your simple toy
Had caused a scene like this
Leave him hanging on the walls
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more

Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple. little. whore.

Matt could've sworn he saw Matt smirk when he said those last few lines. When did lil' old Matty get so cocky?

So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry
And

Your name remains the same

All that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger (Your name)
It never gets closer (remains the same)
You want to start over
But never start over

Pull the trigger (All that has changed)

It never gets closer (is this pretty face)
You want to start over
But never start over

Turning his attention to the other members, Mello had to give them credit. They were all perfectly in sync with one another. Anthony and Kaitlyn were playing their instruments while singing back up for Matt, and they were doing a pretty good job. Max was slamming away on his drums, looking like he wouldn't rather be anywhere else. They all seemed right at home; like they were born to do this.

Now the person Mello really had to give credit to was Alice. The band's sound was good; kinda heavy and punk-ish. Normally you would think that a keyboard would have no place in such a band. Wrong. This girl made it seem like keyboards made the band. She composed a unique track that harmonized with the guitars and bass. Her playing was not so loud that it drowned out the others, or made it look like she was trying to hard, nor was it too soft to be heard.

Say hello
Say hello
(Whoaaaa)
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time!
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and.

As the last lines of the song left Matt's lips, a few members of their makeshift audience stood up and applauded. Matt looked back and forth between Kaitlyn, Anthony, Alice and Max, giving each a smile. All of them put down (or stepped away from) their respective instruments before walking over to Mello. "So Mello, are we 'any good'?" Max mocked, making air quotes with her fingers. Max moved to Matt's side, casually flinging an arm over his shoulder, like the redhead had done to him before. Alice looked at the two boys, then glanced at Mello, again smirking in that "I know something you don't" way. Before Mello could open his mouth to retort, Kaitlyn stepped in. "The fuck are you talking about? We're fucking sick." She high-fived Anthony, who was standing beside her. "Nice to have you back, Matt."

Matt, however, didn't seem to be paying attention. Instead he seemed to watching Alice from the corner of his eye with his face was unreadable. He must have sensed that the attention of the group was focused on him, because he looked up and plastered a smile on his face.
After a few minutes of relaxing, the group had broken up into sections. Kaitlyn was chatting (to other people, it seemed like bickering) with Mello, with Anthony trying to keep the peace. Max was sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette, clearly pleased with his performance. Meanwhile, Matt managed to pull Alice aside; he managed to sneak away to a secluded part of the room where they would not be overheard. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one had noticed them, Matt turned to Alice who was casually leaning against the wall. He glared her down as much as he could, although she did not seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, she looked rather amused. She was smirking and playing with her hair, and looked at Matt with seemingly innocent eyes. "What's wrong Matty? Not happy to see us?" Matt's glare intensified and ground his teeth. "Quit the act. Why are you here?" Alice sighed, like a child who has been told a game was over. Pushing herself away from the wall, Alice stood up straighter, matching Matt's glare with her own. "I think you know why, Matt."

The song was When I Get Home, You're So Dead by Mayday Parade

Author's Note: Here is a link to the pics of the band's instruments! It's a link to my tumblr vanillaumbrella

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