Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I do own this story though, which is based on it. It isn't exactly AU... it's AC, altered circumstances. Rated for the language and lemon. This is all just Mello rambling in a "fecking" diary.
Fecking "Diary"
Day Nine, STILL
Dear Fucking Diary
I had the scariest moment of my life today. I almost lost him.
Near became coherent enough for a bit that Roger pieced together a few words that flew right over my head, waving his hand dismissivly and saying "she's in the next room over, with Matt."
I don't think I've ever moved so fast on my own two feet. I was out the door before Roger could even ask what I was doing. The idea that it might be a different Matt didn't even occur to me. was in the hall then, trying to figure out which "next room over" he was in. I would have stayed there for while, if I hadn't been listening. Fist I heared the sound of a laptop click shut, to my right. then a definite slam of something plastic hitting a wall. I didn't know what the second sound was until I burst into the room.
The scene too half a second to absorb, and that second seemed so long. Time had stopped along with my heart. Matt's goggles lay on the floor, a slight dent where they had hit the wall. His laptop was on the bed, and he was standing shirtless, facing to my left, red bangs obscuring the eyes that were crying silently, tears running down his cheeks in a steady stream. There was a glint in his right hand, hovering above his left wrist. I wanted to scream, tried, couldn't. That broke the spell on time.
Everything sped up again as I tackled him to the ground, knocking the scalpel out of his hand to the ground, where it skittered under another bed. I saw the smallest of nicks cry a single crimson tear at the side of his wrist. I was so close to being late...So close to having him go...end it.
I didn't even realize I was crying until he started wiping the tears from my cheeks.
I was hugging him, half mauling, on the floor. I refused to let him go, even as -Near- of all people helped us up and got us to Matt's bed. I wanted to yell at him, at both of them, and tried to, and it really hurt. Matt seemed to be in pain too, but didn't complain, just touched my hair and rubbed my back, calling me an "angel" over and over again. -His- angel.
Right now, I don't care if L reads this. I happen to love Matt, and won't be leaving his side anytime soon. Even if it means sharing a hospital bed. Like we are right now. He's fallen asleep, a light grimace ruining his smile. My bike broke six of his ribs. If he weren't wearing so many layers (his shirt, the Kevlar, his vest) it would have been worse...it must have hurt him so bad when I was hugging him...
Halle's in this room too. And Near. Near is in the corner, in his crouched, holding knee, hair twirling position. He is staring at me and Matt, and when he had tried to get close to the bed that Halle's in, she slapped him upside the head. Turns out he's the father of the kid that's taking it's damn sweet time to get out of her, so she isn't too happy. I'm not even going to try and figure out how on earth he managed to bang her. Last I checked he acted so distant. It's weird... I think he's asleep now, which is nice, he's not staring at me and my Matt anymore.
I'm kinda tired as well, and I should nap, but I'm too excited. Because you see, once we were on the bed, Matt said more then just the word "Angel". We're technically engaged now. Yeah, I'm that pro. I'll tell you exactly how later, you see, L just came in, and he and I need to have a little talk...well...I'll be writing.
Bye Book.
M
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