Stain
They meet almost instaneously: a somber reunion in the dawn of a new darkness. No need for discussion, the two figures stand in a calm disturbed only by the ever-distant hum of traffic, and an occasional scurry of rats.
There is a newfound patience in the other boy, Matt casually observes, letting a puff of smoke escape his lips. No longer is Mello charged with electricity, crackling and snapping at random. He's just there. Sneaking a glance at the boy, Matt wonders if his soul has finally been defeated -- left broken and strewn about, like glass from the windshield.
That's right, Matt thinks -- he's dead. A glance down confirms the realization, although he is slightly disturbed by the lack of pain. So much blood, so many holes. It's surprising that his body -- however ghostly -- is still in one piece. Well. Not that it matters now. What's there do when you're dead, anyway?
Mello shifts, suddenly, and turns to stroll down the alleyway. Stunned, Matt stumbles after him, tossing the cigarette away.
"Where are you going?"
The saffron-haired boy stops and glances back. "Store. Your shirt has a huge stain on it. How are we going to find L with you looking like that?"
A/N: By the way, once again (I sent everybody individual replies to the reviews – I hope you got them o.o), thanks for the reviews !
I'm doing these for a 100-themes challenge, so the titles of the drabbles weren't chosen by me – that's why sometimes, they barely connect.
Thankye, again!