Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

A.N./ I am in a reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllly good mood today! ~ I have decided I am going to make a video game! It'll be so freaking awesome! I'd tell y'all 'bout it, but I don't want you to steal me ideas. *looks around suspiciously.

[Mello's point of view]

"So what brings ya here today, kid?" Mello grimaced when the man called him a kid. It was like he was insulting him or something.

"Buisness." He figured he could buy some time if he was very vague. It'd help in the long run. He wasn't sure if he actually had the guts to kill the man and it'll be good if he could build some courage in the mean time.

"No shit. What's your name, kid?" Mello rolled his eyes from force of habit. He took a deep breath before looking the man in the eyes trying to relay the message that he wasn't someone to be fucked with.

"Mihael." Well, no one was here to hear his real name so it wouldn't be too terrible to give it out. Plus, it's not like it would matter unless he didn't kill the guy in front of him. Then, it'd matter big time considering he did give his real name on not his alias.

"Just Mihael? No last name?" He shook his head and fingered his gun.

"No, no last name." The man took a seat on the couch and motioned for Mello to do the same. He politely shook his head while pulling out his gun.

"You've come here to kill me?" Aiber didn't really say it as a question. It was more like a sentence to death that he'd finally just accepted.

"Yeah." He could feel the acid rising from his stomach into his throat. He wasn't sure he could do this.

"Well, go ahead on do it then. I ain't got nothing to live for anymore. Just kinda here, ya know. I was just waiting for you all this time." Aiber gave a weak smile towards him and Mello felt his stomach churn. This was man who stole and killed for a living and he was having second thoughts. He wasn't sure if he should be disgusted with himself or praising himself for his humanity.

He cocked the gun and raised it to the man's head. He almost felt as though he shouldn't do this. As though it was wrong in some way.

"Good bye." With those two words he pulled the trigger. Blood splattered everywhere and he could feel something whip past his head and cut his cheek.

He stood there for a minute looking at the aftermath. It was sickening. There was blood everywhere and there head wasn't there anymore.

Mello lifted a hand to his cheek and he could feel a cut there already bleeding. He groaned and almost felt as though he would pass out from all of this.

He felt so numb. Like he wasn't there at all. Was this what Aiber felt like? Would he always feel like this?

"Oh god. Oh God. OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?" The words were ripped from his lips and he fell to the ground clutching he pounding head. He felt so sick. So utterly sick.

[Light's point of view]

Light stood there in the hallway after he had heard the shot and the screaming. He just couldn't bring his feet to move. It was like he was frozen or something.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move his feet, though, not at all in a way that would be considered fast. He could barely focus as he moved towards that room. It was like his feet were moving all on their own.

The door opened on it's own accord as Light moved into the room.

The sight he laid his eyes upon forced the bile from his stomach up and found it's way upon the ground. The next few moment went hazy, but he could remember shouting and screaming and then a shot and everything went quiet.

Light just sat there on the couch beside the dead man for a while. He wasn't sure what else to do. Numbly his fingers dialed L's number and he could hear it ring, but it felt like it was in a whole other world.

"Light?" Somewhere he could hear L's voice through the phone. He didn't really register it, though.

"..."

"Light? Are you there? What's wrong?" Light didn't say a thing but just started to cry.

"Hic... hic..."

"Light? Where are you? Hold on, I'll track you through your phone."

[L's point of view]

L stood there in front of the door to Mello's apartment. He couldn't bring himself to go in. He knew he should tell Near and Matt, but he just... He just couldn't do it. He couldn't.

Suddenly the door flung open and he was faced with Matt.

"L-L? What are you doing here?" Slowly Matt moved away from the door letting L inside, though, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

"L? Hey, are you alright?" L looked towards Matt and then towards Near.

"I have some bad news." He felt numb as the words fell from his mouth. He didn't want to say them. He didn't want to admit that they were gone.

"What is it?" Closing his eyes he felt the words pour from his mouth before he had a chance to think them over.

"Mello is dead." The whole room was quiet when the words finally ceased to fall.

"W-what?" L looked to Matt and then back to Near. They had both started to cry and he wasn't sure that he could help them. He just felt so useless. So utterly useless.

"I'll leave you to mourn." With that he left the room not sure that he would ever come back.

A.N./ Okay, so it's not over yet, but it will be next chapter when I wrap everything up and all that good stuff. So, please don't kill me and no flames. Damn, some people won't like this ending, but I wanted it to happen. I told you all that you would hate me. -3-