I can't believe I let this sit for so long! I just...I went back to my winter house-ish-thing, and started school, and then I've been sort of depressed lately [poooooo], one of my friends died a month ago, and I've been busy mourning her, she was a beautiful person...
but last night I got sick....like....REALLY sick.
AND NOW I'M HOME FROM SCHOOL. Thus, the edit!
Sowwie. You probably all hate me for disappearing for so long.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them... ... ...L would be able to pay massive amounts of money to make me not sick...? xD I don't own Death Note. =/
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"L!"
"L! Let me in!"
"What-the-fuck?!?! Get your hands off of me, Roger!"
"L! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR."
Matt was currently throwing his small frame against the hard oak doors, trying his best to open the them, if only he had lock picks.
The lock clicked, suddenly, and one of the doors swung open, causing Matt to come barreling into the office, nearly crashing into the desk.
"What do you need, Matt?"
Matt turned with a glare, "Mello."
"I see," The great detective mumbled, "Well, as you can see, he is not in here, so you might as well leave."
"Where did you take him? Where did he go? Why the motherfucking hell is he not here?!"
To Matt's disappointment, the strange boy seemed unfazed by his colorful vocabulary, "Language. Please."
"Where did you send him? What do you think he did? It was me. Whatever it was! Wait no! It was Near! Blame the albino. He's creepy."
The pale teen sighed, "Matt, Mello will return. He will. He didn't do anything. He had some matters to attend to, thus…don't pin the blame on Near. Don't judge the boy by his race."
"Albino is a race?"
"…That's not the point."
"Sure, sure…" The boy paused, "But…is albino a race?"
"Google it." The detective sighed, not wanting to get into the discussion, "Go back to bed."
"Okay! …When will Mello be back?"
"Hopefully soon."
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It didn't feel soon.
Matt sat around the room, staring at Mello's chocolate. He didn't feel like looking for someone to play with, and he wasn't going to go to the library, he didn't want to face Near.
…Not after wrongly accusing him for an imaginary crime.
So he sat in his room.
Waiting.
For Mello.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
…Waiting.
He didn't even feel like playing a video game. He was so far gone. Staring at the wall.
For the first time in a few days, he felt that knowing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The knowing feeling that craved pills.
Ecstasy. Ecstasy with a capital E. Or should he say X?
Mail found it ironic that he didn't even know what the pills were called until he met Mello. Straight-edge, violent, honestly caring Mello.
He clenched Mello's note in his hands.
Dick.
If the ass-hole was going to leave, did he have to leave such a crude goodbye note?
Well…It was Mello…
Pillllllllllssssss.
Stupid L.
How does no one have them!?!?
Someone has to be a little rebellious around here.
…For a genius, he wasn't very good at getting what he wants.
For the first time since he got here…he actually had time to mourn his mother.
He wished he didn't. Mourning means…remembering.
She was an angel. A beauty. A red-headed goddess. He could still remember her in that blue dress she loved, twirling herself around their kitchen.
Baking cookies. Singing.
…Throwing herself into the arms of a new man.
With a jolt Matt remembered the face of the man. The man who beat him, cut him, drugged him. …made his beautiful mother scream through the walls of their small home.
Who made his mother fade into oblivion.
…extinguished her life. Forced him here.
Wouldn't be surprised if it was his fault that Mello was gone…No…that was silly.
Either way, the boys small fists clenched in anger.
He wished the man was still alive, alive so that Matt…Mail himself could personally send him to hell.
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He must have fallen asleep around midnight, because the next thing he knew, he was screaming, opening his eyes to a clock that told him it was much too early to wake up, and blindly groping the sheets for a part of the boy who made nightmares easier.
Mello wasn't there.
Matt found himself panicking for a second, before he remembered.
"Mihael."
Mihael had left him.
Shit he needed pills.
Where could he find them?
He just needed to find a way to open that last locked door.
It seemed like every door was locked to him, he only needed to open one, and this whole place's secrets would come crashing down at his feet.
He grabbed his laptop, and set about hacking the Wammy firewalls...just one locked door...
He didn't realize that once he opened this one, he wouldn't care about opening the others.
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BAD MATTY! :D
I know, I'm horrible. This was so short...BUT....next chapter will be longer and more dramatic!
PLUS, the chapter past the next one will be the FUTURISTIC chapter...in which I make them older. :DDDD
Hmmmmm. Seems a lot of you like Conrad...Well YOU aren't the writers of this story. MUHAHAHA. -Laughs-
See you soon, lovers!
...REVIEW. PLEASE. FORGIVE ME FOR LEAVING YOU SO LONG.
P.S. Forgive me if I sound loony. They have me on all these medication thingies, to make my migraine take a chill pill...haha. THEY ARE CHILL PILLS...not really...okay...I'm going. BYEZZZ.
