PLEASE READ THIS… OR SUFFER THE TERRIBLE CONSEQENCE THAT IS INCONSISTENCY:So, sometimes I amaze myself with my utter bimboness. I am, so, so, so sorry! I just realized that I already had Matt sing Piano Man back in chapter 8, but then in this chapter he is quite hesitant to sing it. Yeah… I tend to over look important details. Well, I was already unhappy with chapter 8, so I rewrote it (but it's almost exactly the same). Go back and read the new and improved version. You guys are amazing.
AN: Mirus Infidus you are AWESOME! I hope you know that. You actually read my whole author's note. Dude, how cool is that? You deserve a one-shot. And so a one-shot you will get. PM me for your reward.
OH MY EFFING GODNESS! EPILOGUE FREAKING TIME! It feels like just yesterday that I began this story, and now it's over. I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the story/author alerts and reviews. Don't tell the others, but you guys are my favorites.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the amazing Billy Joel's "Piano Man" (If you do not like either of these things, I now ask you to imagine me glaring at you and telling you none too politely to GET OUT!)
Warnings: Yaoi (but no lemon, I wouldn't be able to write that), swearing, and underage drinking + plenty of sad stories.
Written to: Various songs by Marianas Trench. Please go check them out. Great band, talented guys. They deserve more recognition.
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Sing Us A Song (EPILOGUE)
Mello POV
A tired looking but smiling man standing behind the bar stops Matt and I before we make it to the door. "Hey Matt," he calls out, "one more song, for old time sake?" Matt smiles at the man and with gleaming eyes turns to me. "Alright John. Mels, got any suggestions?" I grin at him and whisper something in his ear. He gives me an odd look. "Doesn't that seem a little on the nose in this situation?" I gesture to the piano. "Just play it!" He laughs at me. "OK…"
I closed my eyes as he began to play, the piano lively and sweet.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin.
"Roger? What are you doing here?" He smiles, a sad, empty smile, looking down into his glass.
"It was our song, Quillish and I. I don't quite remember the name, but it was sad and sweet, and I could hum all of it for you."
His voice is much deeper than the last time I heard it, and holds a touch of regret and knowledge that is unfamiliar to me. But it is still very much Matt's voice, and it's utter beauty makes me want to bottle it up and make it mine, only mine, forever. From the sad, pensive looks in the eyes of the bar patrons, I can tell they feel the same.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us all feelin' all right
One of the waitresses, a nice girl named Misa, came to sit by me.
"Mattie, dear, what did you want to do when you grew up?" she asks, trying to fill the silence. I smiled. "A detective," I replied. "How about you?" She laughed. "I wanted to be the first female prime misiter of Japan."
He looks up at me as he sings, his eyes shining bright. How I managed to go even a second without him was beyond me, but I know I will never part from him again.
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As his smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
An auburn haired man walked into the bar. He sat down in the chair next to my piano, buried his face in his hands, and sighed.
"This is killing me," he mumbled, and any semblance of a smile he held upon his face abruptly fled away."What is?" I asked, trying to sound concerned, although how much sympathy could I really feel for the man who made Misa so sad. "My job," he replied. "Promise you won't judge me?"
I look around at the people in the bar. Several obvious regulars stand out, looking directly at Matt with their hands on the hearts, the faces showing just how much they would miss this talented and kind hearted boy. Man. He's a man now Mello, you both are. Where did the time go?
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
A tall, black-haired man in an official-looking business suit stumbles over to the chair next to my piano, giggling all the way. On further inspection, I notice that his hair is messy and his eyes are blood-shot.
"Have you ever lost faith in all you believe in?" A strangely lucid sentence for someone who is so obviously stoned. "Have you ever lost faith in yourself?"
He cocks his head to the side and laughs once more. "I know God, so I've NEVER felt like thaaaaaat."
Other eyes are filled with tears, perhaps from the impact of experiencing Matt's talent for the first time. A goofy looking man with black hair stumbles into the bar, not drunk but still tripping over his feet. He stands at the door, looks up in Matt's direction and smiles, waving although Matt is not looking in his direction.
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
I stare exhaustedly off into the distance, and vacantly wonder why they're letting a gorilla in. As the primate makes its way towards me, I can see that it is not a gorilla, but a very large man.
"Most of the guys on the police force have already settled down or are so young that they don't need to worry about such a thing. But I'm... I'm getting older, and as much as I enjoy the work I do, I've been wondering if I should have settled down by now too. I've just never had time for a wife or kids, and now I feel like I might be too late."
The pretty blonde girl from earlier has now appeared behind the man at the bar. Her eyes are trained on Matt, and she is looking at him with such loving adoration, as if he is her son who is moving out of the house and across the country. She puts a tiny hand on John's shoulder, and he looks at her knowingly.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone.
Loud, annoying laughter precedes a series of goodbyes as the time approaches midnight and many of the young people are starting to head out. I see that the source of the laughter is headed my way while waving goodbye to his friends. He is a young looking guy, probably still in his early twenties, with messy black hair that hung in his eyes and a goofy smile forever plastered on his face.
He grinned sheepishly and looked at me. "Well… I'm 30 years old now. 30. By 30, I thought… I thought I'd be married, I thought I'd be… out of the police force, doing what I really want to do: sing."
Her sad gestures do not go unnoticed by the klutz at the door. He looks at Matt and seems to realize what's going on. He gives Matt's back a bitter sweet smile, and I assume that he and Matt must be friends.
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us all feeling alright
Not a day goes by where I don't miss my Mattie, but I don't regret leaving. I'll beat Near. I'll prove Matt right. I'll prove that damn Roger wrong and I'll show everyone who the real number one is.
I miss his goofy smile, his flame-red hair, and his beautiful green eyes. I miss the way he always knew just what to say to make me feel alright, and I miss the way he loved me. I know it took us a while to get it together, and even when we finally did, there were so many obstacles facing us every step of the way. But I loved Matt, with all my heart, more than I have ever loved anyone else, even though I have never loved someone before him.
He really is incredible. And he's leaving behind his dreams, his friends, his talent, to be with me. Guilt begins to swim through my body, but then Matt smiles up from the piano, his eyes locked on to my face, and I can see that he is smiling for me and only me, and that he missed me as much as I missed him.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
I looked up from the piano keys to come face to face with L. Only it wasn't L, it was a mask, a humorous yet equally creepy rendering of the face of the world's now deceased three greatest detectives. Only one person would wear such a mask. "Near?"
"Hello Matthew. I heard this establishment had a fantastic, red-headed pianist who wore odd clothing and hid his strikingly green eyes behind orange tinted goggles."
I know that we will face hard times in the near future. The Kira case is thickening, and I intend to solve it in any way possible. I'm a little worried that it's too much to ask for him to stick with me during this but…
And the piano, it sounds like a carnivore
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
"Only the good die young," a sweet, low voice sings from behind me. I know this voice. I turn around to come face to face with… "Hey, Matt! It's been too long."
"I never want to lose you again. I thought, maybe, you had found someone else. I can't live without you anymore, it feels too empty." I look down at him and wipe his tears. "Stupid. Who could ever replace you?"
I know that we'll get through this. Together.
Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us all feeling alright
AN: Fin. I hope you guys has as wonderful a time as I have. It's a little bitter sweet to be staring part three, as it means the end of the trilogy is nigh. But I do look forward to it. See you then!
Love ya like you're MATT,
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