A.N

Sorry this update took so long! I've been busy with my ficitonpress and other dodads. Anyways here's some more nuttiness spawned off my head ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own death note


Matt's P.O.V

He was gone when I woke, although my stomach fell slightly at the sight of the empty side of the bed I was prepared for it. Sitting up in the bed, I felt better than I had done in days, most of tension having left my body and although some of that horrible feeling remained there was nothing I could do that would dispel it.

Instead I rested my head on the headboard behind me, breathing slowly. It was a warm day outside, the light dappling the wooden floor. I eventually pushed myself off the bed, the cool air biting at my exposed skin. Pulling a shirt over my head, I ruffled my hair out of my eyes, padding out to the small kitchen. It seemed a lot bigger without Mello filling the space, it was odd without his form sprawled somewhere plotting away on how to beat Near into catching Kira. Although he seemed to have given that up lately, he hadn't bothered with the Kira case since...

I couldn't even finish the thought, it wasn't a part of my memory that I ever wanted to bring back up. I wandered over to the fridge, grabbing a carton of milk. Pulling a glass from the cupboard I emptied the remaining liquid into it. It felt like I hadn't drank anything in weeks, my voice cracking with each small noise I made. Tossing the carton into the bin, I went to shut the fridge. A small package caught my eye, pulling it out, I set it next to my glass, flipping over the piece of cardboard on top.

Told you I would leave you something. Happy 17th (That's right I know it's your birthday) M x

I was speechless, how the hell did he know my birthday! I tried to keep it from him, seriously who wants to celebrate getting one year closer to death? It didn't change the fact that my mouth was agape and my hands were trembling. Running my finger under the packaging, the paper falling apart.

I'm not proud of it, but I squealed out loud like a two year old.

I couldn't believe he actually remembered. When I was young, the first gaming console I had was a non colour game boy, which died out of overuse. I was so distraught, I buried Reginald (Yes I named it.). Later that week I got the colour version, but it just wasn't the same. I didn't think Mello could even remember that and yet he must of because that's what was inside. A non colour game boy, with the first version of Zelda. I flipped it over to find he had Reginald engraved into the back of the console.

I couldn't even conceive the level of thought he had put into that. Flipping on the switch, I couldn't keep the grin off my face as the game loaded. I knew what I was doing today.

Mello's P.O.V

Ugh this job was boring. So very very boring. I wasn't what the shipment was, most likely coke or meth or something like that. I began to tap my foot against the stone floor, gripping my gun tightly between my fingers.

Rod was stood next to me, a hefty bandage on his thigh. He kept his glare on my face until I flipped him off, scowling. A man dressed completely in black approached us, a briefcase in his hand. Pressing it into my grip, he walked off, almost running.
"Time to go." I stated to Rod, walking back to the motorcycle that I had left around the corner.

It wasn't long before I was back at headquarters. Scythe ogled the case with wide eyes as I placed it in front of him.
"Open it." He whispered. Clicking it open, I was almost disappointed when there was nothing remarkable within. Just a black notebook, silver lettering on the cover.
Death Note.