A.N

I know I know I've been gone forever! But here it is fresh and dandy :) I've been having internet issues but they are now thankfully resolved for the time being. I also have managed to break Beatrice, but being the determined soul I know she is, she pulled through for me, so much love to her.

I just want to say to whoever wrote me my very first flame thank you! I needed that laugh more than you can imagine although what I didn't get was the worst you said was that I was gay(?) and Death Note sucks. That makes complete sense, go onto a death note story,read to chapter twelve then flame and insult my sexuality? (I am not gay. I am in fact bisexual) At least be man enough to not post anonymously :) But thanks for the giggles.

Seriously though instead of leaving an attempt at a hurtfull review, give me critque and show me how I can better myself to make it better for the reader. You will find much love in doing this.

Anywho, this is soon to be over *Epic sad face of epicness* as I'm doubting I'll make this to fifty, but I'll be posting more regulary promise.

Disclaimer. I do not own Death note.

Mello's P.O.V

You know that saying, a watched pot never boils? Well it's true, obviously not literally, but staring at the door will not make someone walk through it. Wishing the clock to slow down will only hurry it and each sound will echo around you like a thundering crash. It had been fourteen hours. Eight of them I had spent in exactly the same position, hands clasped around the chocolate that had long since been forgotten and eyes kept firmly on the wooden plank between me and the outside world.

And it wouldn't fucking open.

I couldn't bring myself to move, just in case the minute I did he returned. I know the chances of that happening at about 0.0000001% but shit like that happens every single day to me. There was no way in hell he would've left without having a fangirl squealing festival about how 'super hardcore epicly awesome' the latest thingy he wanted would be. And there was no way he would've left for this long without calling. "He's probably dead." The shinigami grinned, taking great pleasure in winding me up further. Floating closer he flipped onto his head chuckling to himself.
I sighed, finally standing. Brushing away the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes, I stepped around Ryuk. "No he's not." I said. "If he was you'd be tormenting me further, or would've had a laughing fit while he was still here. You're not a complex being Ryuk, in fact you're an open book."
Grabbing a jacket I walked out the door, much to Ryuk's amusement.

Matt's P.O.V

The room flooded with people. I wasn't sure how many, probably no more than ten but after just L and me it seemed like a hundred thousand. I wasn't even aware there was others here. It was so loud, all the voices speaking at once to L, something about 'confirmation' and 'are you sure?'. L himself was silent, a rarity that soon made the others in the room shut up. When silence fell, he gestured to me.
"This is Matt, he'll be helping us on the investigation."
I stood up in shock, the chair toppling backwards with the abrupt force.
"What? I never said I would help you! I said I would stay put!"
"Well that is problematic. Now we will just have to shoot him instead. After all we do have confirmation and we can put that action across." He replied monotonously, picking up sugar cubes and starting to stack them.
I clenched my fists, knowing full well what his angle was, but I never thought he would use it on me. "Very well. I'll help you."
L nodded, turning back to the screen in front of him.

I hated myself for giving in. I really thought I wouldn't but I couldn't stand by and watch them shoot him. I could tip him off, take him on the run. What the hell is wrong with that book? I could feel my mind wandering, but I had no energy to restrain it. Glancing at the clock I realised how late it was.
"I have to go...I'm so late..." I murmured, running from the room before I could be told different. I had to go home, it had been so long and Mello was probably freaking out. I cursed inwardly, feeling a stitch creep into my side. Gamers are not built for running, hell if I wasn't a gamer I still wouldn't be built for running. Bent in two I carried on running, hand gripping my ribs, the burning sensation growing stronger. "Matt?" I was so startled to hear my name, I ran straight into the person asking, falling on top of them.
"Mello what the hell? You could've just yelled then I wouldn't have crushed you!"
"Like hell you care! Where the fuck were you?" He retorted. I pushed myself off him, and let him get to his feet. "Matt. What the fuck happened?"