A.N

This one is shorter than the others.

Next will be up tomorrow and much longer.

Promise. I've just been writing a lot of one shots lately.

Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note


After going through shock, disbelief, and anger (Mostly at Near implying L was a loser), he finally asked Roger who L chose as his successor. "He didn't chose, and now he never will. Mello, you too Near, can't you both work together?" He asked. Mello's eyes went wide, Work with Near? "All right, sounds good." Near replied from the floor, never once looking up. "It'll never work Roger! We can't do this together, you know I don't get along with Near. We've always competed against each other. Always."

He thought about it for a moment, what he had said to Matt earlier, why he was staying here...if he left, he could do things his own way, not confined by Wammy's rules... "You know what? It's fine. Near should be the one to succeed L. He's not like me, he never gets emotional. He just uses his head, like it's a game or a puzzle." He paused for a second. "And as for me I'm leaving this institution." He turned to leave. "Wait! Mello!" Roger called from behind him. "Don't waist your breath. I'm almost fifteen years old, it's time I started living my own life." He finished, closing the door behind him. How am I going to explain this to Matt?

Mello entered his and Matt's room, leaning against the door, head down. "L's dead. Kira killed him." He whispered. "And...and I'm leaving. I told Roger to make Near L's successor. I'm going to find Kira on my own. My own way. L promised me he would kill Kira, and instead Kira killed him. Obviously the way we do things around here isn't going to work." He finally looked up at Matt, eyes beginning to fill with tears, "I'm sorry."

Matt froze almost instantly, the shirt he was putting on fell to the floor in a heap.

"He's...dead?" He whispered, a mild panic building in his chest. He knew what Mello would say before he said it, but the words made the reality all the more crushing. Padding over to Mello, he pulled him into a gentle hug.

"I'll stick to my word. I guess we jinxed ourselves huh?" He smiled sadly, brushing away the tear that fell down Mello's face. "Don't apologise when there's nothing to apologise for. It's not your fault." He murmured, pressing his lips to Mello's. "And I'll still be here when you get back. Remember, you promised me you wouldn't die."

"I know. I won't die, I can't die. Not until I kill the bastard that killed L..." He mumbled, kissing Matt back. "I need you to do me a favour. Can you hack into Wammy's accounts for us and put my money in a new account? I have enough cash stashed away to get a plane ticket, but not to get settled." He asked, hugging the boy to him. "I really am sorry Matt. Even if you wanted to come with me now, I wouldn't have you do it. I don't know what I'm going to do for a while, and I don't want to drag you through all that shit. You're to good for that." He explained, pulling away. "I better pack..."

With much reluctance he let the blonde go.

"Yeah I can do that for you." Standing he wandered over to his laptop, taking it off sleep, he began typing away. "Like hell I'm going to risk you sleeping on the streets. I'll take some from the main account. £20,000 should be enough to tide you over for a while." Pressing enter, he turned back to face Mello, the hurried packing making him frown slightly. "Yet if you told me to, I would come with you. But I'll stay. Not that I like it much." He sighed, twisting his hands together. "I love you Mells. Come back in one piece."

It took every ounce of strength Mello had to keep from crying. He felt like he was losing everything at once...the place he had called home for three years, his chance at succeeding L, L himself, and most of all, Matt. After all these years he had finally gotten what he longed for, finally gotten Matt as more then just a friend. Found out Matt loved him in the same way he loved the boy, and it was being torn away from him...but he would be damned if he would put Matt through what he was about to do. Almost fifteen was still a baby in most of the world. He may already have more life experience and intelligence than most adults would accumulate in their entire life times, but no one took a kid seriously.

"Thanks Matt, you'll never know how much I appreciate that." Mello said, thanking him for the money transfer while throwing cash and chocolate into a bag. He rummaged through his drawers, grabbing a couple changes of clothes, a brush, a notebook, and a few other things. Lastly he grabbed his most precious possession, his rosary, draping it around his neck.

"Matt I love you, I have from the start, I would never put you through what I'm going to have to do. It's safer here. As long as I know you're okay...I'll come for you. I promise. It might take a while, but when I do everything will be ready." He said, slipping on his jacket. "I don't know how to do this. I've never had to say bye to someone I loved before..." He said quietly. He took a deep breath, grabbing Matt, clutching to him tightly. He put a hand on either side of Matt's face, kissing him deeply. Tears began to come against his will. He pulled away, wiping at his face. "I love you." He breathed out, turning and quickly exiting the room before he could cry anymore.

Saying nothing, Matt gripped his knees tightly. Lack of words bothering him with the amount of emotion running through his veins. There were not enough words for him to convey how he felt. Instead he kissed Mello back with everything he had, hoping it would be enough. Bowing his head he listened to the footsteps leave the room. The door clicking shut finally forcing him to let go of the silent tears that he had been holding back. He wouldn't let Mello see him break down, knowing that the blonde would stay if he did see. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he rested his head in his lap until the flow stopped.