Chapter two is here! skipping ahead to Mello's grand kidnapping plan! bwahahaha. and I will be changing a few things from how death note really went to my liking, so bear with me. or is it bare with me? I'm not sure. either way, keep your clothes on and enjoy the story!

I no own death note

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"It's risky," L said.

"I know," Mello replied.

"And you're both wiling to do this?" L asked.

"Yes," Mello answered.

"Let's do it!" Matt said excitedly.

"We all agreed to take risks for this investigation. This will be a vital part to catching Kira," Mello said.

"You are right. Be careful, both of you," L said.

"I'll try not to die for you, L," Matt chuckled, and they hung up the phones. It was starting.

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It was around right before the next show, hosted by Kiyomi Takada, was about to go.

"You remember your parts?" L asked over his cell. He was close by, very close by, to watch everything play out.

"Yup, I cause chaos," Matt stated happily.

"And I get the girl," Mello added.

"Be careful, alright?" L said.

"Jesus, Ryuuzaki! We're going to be fine," Matt said light heartidly.

"Alright, here we go. I'll contact you later, Ryuuzaki," Mello said. They all hung up. Mello mounted his motor cycle, Matt turned the key of his car and lit a cigarrette, and L sat watching carefully.

It worked just as planned. Matt crashed in, launching a smoke bomb and took off. Almost all of the security followed him.

Mello drove up on his motor cycle. "Get on!" he called to Ms. Takada.

"Mello," Ms. Takada's body guard gasped. She'd thought he was dead. "You can trust him! Go!"

Ms. Takada climbed on, and Mello rocketed off. He easily lost the guards that had been following him. The kidnapping was complete.

"Take off all your clothes," Mello instructed. "You can cover yourself with this blanket."

"C-can I please have the blanket? Before I take the rest of this off?" Kyiomi asked, down to her underwear and bra.

"Sure, whatever," Mello spat out, about to toss the blanket to her. Suddenly though, Mello's cell phone rang. He stopped, keeping a firm glare on Kiyomi, and answered it.

"What the hell do you want Near?" Mello spat.

"She has pages of the death note on her!" Near exclaimed immediately.

"What?"

"Get them first before anything. It's part of Kira's plan, she's going to-" Mello didn't hear the end of what Near said though, because he noticed Kiyomi pulling something out.

"Hey, stop!" he yelled, dropping the phone. She hurried, trying to write something down. He pulled his gun and "POW!" The pages of the death note exploded into saw dust.

He walked over to her, and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her down against a wall. "I will not hesitate to kill you next time," he threatened. Kiyomi looked pained but smirked.

"I was about to say the same to you," she said. Mello, outraged, sent a hard kick to her stomach. She groaned. He threw the blanket at her and stomped away.

He picked up his cell phone to tell Near off, but Near was no longer there. He shrugged and hung up.

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It happened to fast. Matt was being chased, followed by two cars. He should have made that turn. But he couldn't. He was going to fast. Still, he felt the adrenaline pumping through him, and he loved it. Until it was too late. He careened side ways, and was quickly blocked in by a total of six identical black cars. Men jumped out, pointing guns at him. He was defeated and he knew it.

He rested his head against the steering wheel for a moment, before carefully opening the door. He climbed out, his hands in the air, cigarrette hanging from his mouth, goggles over his eyes.

"Alright, you caught me!" He called out, humor in his voice. "Take me prisoner, I'll answer any of your questions!"

He didn't get taken prisoner though. They asked him no questions. Instead they all raised there guns, and he was caught in a hail of gun fire.

He was shot, five times in the body. One bullet narrowly missed his head. Still, with the incredible pain, he collapsed on the ground in a pool of his own blood. His cigarrette fell gently from his lips.

"Anyone who defies Kira is punished with death," one man said. They all got back in their cars and drove off- believing Matt to be dead. He wasn't dead yet though, but he was close to it.

He gasped for air. One of the bullets had hit his lung, and it had collapsed. Another had gone all the way through his abdomin and hit his spine. He couldn't move his legs, even if he wanted to. Tears fell from his eyes and gathered in pools in his goggles. He was shaking all over.

It took no time for the ambulence to get there. They loaded him in and were about to leave, when they saw someone running up.

"Wait!" L yelled. "I need to ride with him! He's my brother!"

They didn't question the raven haired detective as he jumped into the back of the truck. They took off for the hospital.

Matt was barely conscious. He had an oxygen mask over his mouth and for some reason a neck brace as well. Had he hit his head on the way down?

They were tearing off his vest and shirt, trying to stop bleeding. It wouldn't do any good though. Matt knew he was going to die. He looked over at the man sitting next to him, gently holding his hand.

"Ryuuzaki," he choked out. He wanted to explain. He didn't know what, but he felt he needed to explain.

"Sh, don't speak Matt. It's okay," L whispered. He was trying to keep himself calm, when he was honestly terrified. He took a shaky breath. "You're going to be okay, Matt,"

"M-mello?" Matt gasped. L understood what he was asking.

"Mello is fine. It went as planned. You did great, Matt," L said. Matt smiled slightly, and his eyes closed for a moment. He was incredibly tired.

"Keep talking to him," one of the paramedics instructed L.

"Matt, Matt, listen to me. You're going to be alright," L said.

"Cigarrette?" Matt asked.

"No way in hell kid, you're on oxygen!" a paramedic scolded. Matt- even in his sickened state, he rolled his eyes.

"Y-y-you remember the poem? The Raven?" Matt stuttered out. He coughed and blood came out of his mouth. Paramedics quickly pumped something into his arm.

"Yes, I remember," L said, choking back tears, holding his hand tighter.

"c-can you...?" Matt asked weakly. The Raven was a poem that L used to read to the boys a lot when they were little*. L smiled weakly and nodded, keeping tears back in his eyes.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more..." L took a deep breath. He remembered every line, even though it had been years since he'd told the story for the boys.

Matt squeezed L's hand tight as he started coughing again. More blood. He grimaced. "Keep going," he wheezed, settling his head down.

"We'll be at the hospital in a few minutes," a paramedic said.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore," L couldn't help it as a tear fell down his cheek. Matt looked over at him and forced a smile.

"Don't worry about me, L," Matt whispered. He choked and coughed again. Even more blood this time. He moaned in pain. His heart monitor went crazy. L watched as the young man's bare chest, covered in blood and bandages, heaved up and down. There was a tube sticking out of his upper abdomin on the left, because of his collapsed lung.

"Breathe! Come on kid!" one of the paramedics urged Matt.

"Keep going! Distract him!" another one instructed L.

"C-can y-y-you sskip to the end-d?" Matt stuttered out through clenched teeth. The pain was seriously getting to him. He panted, trying to breath. It was getting harder.

"Of course," L nodded. "And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting. On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore," L finished, closing his eyes gently. Matt is going to be okay. It's okay, they're going to help him. He's gonna be okay. Even though he knew better. L knew a few things about medicine... and Matt's wounds were just...

The heart moniter got worse. "We're losing him!" one paramedic exclaimed.

"No!" L gasped.

Matt chuckled lightly, but it turned to a cry from the pain in his chest.

"A bullet made impact an inch to the left of his heart," a paramedic said.

"This isn't good, he's losing to much blood!" the younger one of the two said, shaking his head.

"Stay with us kid!" the other cried.

"L!" Matt cried, digging his nails into L's hand. He drew blood. L didn't even feel it, though.

"Matt, I'm so sorry," L whispered into the younger man's ear.

"D-don't be sorry..." Matt said.

"This is all my fault," L said.

"It's not. It's okay, L. I'm okay," Matt promised. The pain was receeding again. "L, my game in my pocket. Finish it for me?" Matt asked. He was talking about his new game. Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess.

"Sure thing Mattie," L said.

"And L?"

"Yes?"

"Send Kira to hell," Matt said, looking determined.

"I promise," L said. He had Matt's hand in both of his.

Suddenly Matt gave a loud gasp, his chest heaving up violently. It fell back down, and stopped moving. The heart monitor went flat line.

"I love you Matt**," L told his little brother for the last time. Matt squeezed his hand very lightly, one final time. L was pleased that Matt had heard him.

"Dammnit!" the younger paramedic yelled. "What about the paddles! We could- we,"

"It's too late," the older one said. "It's over. I'm sorry," he said to L.

L pressed his eyes shut, trying his hardest not to cry. Just then, they pulled up to the hospital. L followed the paramedics out. He approached a nurse at the counter and wrote down a phone number. He handed it to her.

"Can you call this and tell Roger that Mail Jeevas*** had died?" L asked, his voice was hard and cold. He didn't look the nurse in the eyes.

"Of course. Should I tell him who the message is from?" the nurse asked gently.

"Say it's from a friend of Matt's."

"Yes sir, of course."

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Damn this depressing anime and my depressing fanfiction. Honest to God, I didn't want to kill Matt. But I also didn't want one of those alternate endings where everythings perfect and happy. I am not one of those writers.

**When L said at the end that he loved Matt, I would like to assure you that it was brotherly. No gayness or anything.

*I also have this thing with the poem The Raven. It's appeared in almost every Death Note fanfiction I've written. But yes, its a consistancy in my death note fanfiction is a small comfort for me. It seems just like the perfect thing for the Wammy's to share with L from their childhood.

***Mail Jeevas = Matt's real name

So yea, I hope you enjoyed my fanfiction. Chapter three coming soon.

R/R 3 R.I.P. Matt