(A/N: Okay so ive finally done the last chapter! Its a bit happier, even though I almost cried writing it! I don't belive I will be continuing this fanfic, and I didn't leave you on a cliffhanger. Also, please read the AN at the end, they're important. Thank you so much to the 2 reviewers, they helped me keep going and finally finish this! Please rate and review, and check out some of my other fanfics too if you get the time!

Discalimer: I do not own death note :'(

Trigger warnings: implied suicide and self harm)

Chapter Ten

Near panicked as he realised that Mello could take ages to get there. He could be in another country, for all he knew. He knew that Matt would be annoyed if the police got involved; he'd be sent to therapy. Even Near couldn't get the truth. Even Mello couldn't get the truth. A stranger would get nothing. The police, emergency services etc, they had to stay away. Quickly Near grabbed some gauze and stopped the flow of blood. He checked the red heads pulse. It was faint, but still there.

Near couldn't bear to leave him like this, despite it being 4 in the morning. The two had been in there for over 3 hours now, Near staring into Matt's eyes hoping for some sort of life. Matt was still breathing though, and that was slightly reassuring. But Mello had to get there; fast. Another hour past and the sun was beginning to rise. Near was starting to get worried, as he knew that everyone else would be up in about an hour, and he wanted no one to see this. Just before he was about to give up hope, he felt a harsh knock on the door and his head jerked up.

"Near? Matt? You in there?!"

Mello. It was Mello.

Without replying, Near jumped up to the door and opened it.

Mello stood there, a black vest with a his rosary hanging between the gap over his chest. Mello never took off that rosary, and he had worn it ever since Near could remember. He had tight leather pants and red boots. Wow, a year away has really changed this guy.

"Matt!" Mello gasped and jumped over to his best friend, refusing to acknowledge Near's existence, "It's okay, I'm here now."

Despite the fact that Mello hated Near and had always gone against him, he was grateful for saving his best friend for him. But that was to be talked about later; first he had to save Matt.

"Matt! Matt please! Wake up, don't die on me like this!" Mello pleaded, hanging onto Matt's shirt, his eyes stung as the tears built up, which he could no longer withhold. Previously, Mello had always told himself that he would never get emotional in front of his friends. But that didn't matter; he broke down, clinging onto his friend and not letting go, "Matt, please" He lowered his voice and buried his face into Matt's shirt, "This is all my fault."

Near just watched, and he was silently begging for Matt to wake up.

Mello continued crying and pleading for Matt's life for another five minutes before suddenly, Matt's eyes fluttered open for a split second, and he faintly let out a "ngh" sort of sound.

"MATT!" Mello jumped up and began stroking his hair back as he got closer, "It's me, Mello! I'm here now."

"M-Mells?" Matt's voice was so strained, and he tried to get his words out. His entire body had gone completely numb, and his vision was blurry as he finally managed to open his eyes. He saw Mello, and he smiled faintly.

"Matt. You're going to be okay, I promise. I'm here" Mello looked up at Near and signalled for him to help carry Matt into the bedroom and onto his bed. Once they laid him on the bed, they cleaned up all of his others wounds and cuts, giving faint glances at each other every now and again. They decided that Matt would be okay, so they poured some water down his throat and watched him swallow.

"Matt, me and Near are going to Near's room to talk. We'll be just across the hall. I'll be back soon." Mello tried to reassure Matt; he didn't want to leave him again. "You'll be okay, trust me, just get some rest"

Matt smiled again and nodded before turning over and falling asleep. He was slightly conscious, and could apprehend what was happening just about, but not enough to think in detail about it. Near and Mello watched for about a minute and then left to Near's room.

"So Mello," Near asked, trying not to aggravate the blonde, especially since he was emotionally vulnerable right now, "Where have you been over the past year?"

"Spain" Mello replied simply.

"I see" Near responded, "doing what exactly?"

"Uh, honestly? Working under the mafia" Near's eyes widened as Mello glared at the albino for a bit and then continued, "The base is actually in the USA. Obviously, I'm not going to tell you what I was doing in Spain, but it is a lucky coincidence, since if I were in America, it would've taken me ages to get here, and…"

His voice trailed off, then Near picked up the conversation again.

"How did you get here so quickly"

"Well, I knew it had to be important, after all," he paused, "you wouldn't have called me otherwise, you know what I can do…"

Near smirked, even though he was still quite intimidated by Mello.

"I looked up flight times to here, and there was one leaving in about 30 minutes, so I got a ticket, don't ask how, and I drove to the airport on my motorcycle and jumped on the plane. It was all sort of lucky, I guess."

"I see." Mello glared at the sheep, and realised he needed to turn the conversation to the reason he was there in the first place: Matt.

"So how has Matt been?"

"Well," Near hesitated as he gathered his thoughts, "A couple of weeks after you left, I caught him in the bathrooms at midnight. I thought he had a problem, but I never realised it would be as bad as it was…"

"What was it?"

"I found him cutting himself, then making himself sick. After that I spoke to him. He told me he'd never do it again, and how it was coming back from his childhood because…" his voice trailed off slightly, "You left."

Mello froze, this was his fault? Of course it was; he neglected his friend. He finally decided to speak.

"Does he um, does he still smoke?"

"I don't see him leave the house to anymore," Near paused for a bit, "But I don't think he ever stopped, in fact I think he does it ever more now. I found his cigarettes lying around a few times, even though I think he actually did try to stop at some point."

Mello nodded and the two remained in silence for a moment. Mello knew that the only way to solve this would be to take Matt with him, and they would be together. That's what they both needed, after all.

The two teens walked in to Matt's room, only to see him sitting crossed legged on his bed, facing the window and smoking a cigarette. He froze as he heard them approach him.

"Mello!" Matt bolted off the bed and went to put his cigarette out in the ash tray, when Mello grabbed his wrist.

"Carry on." He said calmly.

Matt swallowed deely, then sat onto his bed on resumed, taking a long drag and letting the smoke flow out of his mouth, "I can explain"

"You don't need to, Matt, I get it"

Before Matt could try and find an excuse to make the current situation slightly more bearable, he felt a pair of arms around his neck. Was Mello hugging him? No, that wasn't right, Mello never hugged him. He never hugged anyone. Except those times that he was especially brutal to Matt. Guilt consumed the blonde as he held on tighter, and a single tear rolled down his face.

"It's gonna be okay Matt, I promise." Mello whispered, "Let's go home."

(A/N: okay, firstly, review if you spot the Tokyo Ghoul reference (also, I do not own Tokyo ghoul!)

I know I said this was the end, but I can continue if people really want mw to, so, im going to say that if I get more than 10 reviews, i'll add another few chapters. This is not a bribe to get reviews, I just want to know if you guys really want more of this... thank you so much to all the readers! Please R&R!)