A/N: Okay you guys, I'm back! Sorry it took me FOREVER, but I had no inspiration whatsoever. And I forgot. I wonder why I just can't get to writing Mello's after-death-experience. I really want to, but every timee I get ready to do it, I get inspiration for another character. So here's Matt, hope you enjoy reading.
Matt was really, really bored.
Mail Jeevas... was that his real name? He couldn't remember... Whatever. Mail Jeevas sighed, and opened his eyes because right now he'd fucking had it.
He was indifferent to the fact that he was dead. He was slightly annoyed that Mello got him -and himself, most likely- killed over that case. The serial murder thing. Whatever, he forgot the name. It would have been better if they'd kept studying that girl. The hot one.
But no, Matt was bored. Mello would spend his death being pissed off all the time. Near would... He had no idea what Near would do, that kid's a fucking mystery. L would, er...
L would most likely be playing mental chess with himself. That guy was a fucking loony. Brilliant, but loony. He got why Near and Mello- well, mostly Mello- wanted to be so much like him. But he didn't get why they (Mello) didn't get why he didn't. He wasn't one to give up, really. He wasn't. But the fact still remained that as he was only third in line to take the metaphorical throne, there was really no reason to bother.
Bloody hell, he'd kill for his DS right now. Or a cig. Or both at the same time. He let out a long, painful moan to let anyone out there- if there was anyone out there- know that he was still there and he'd had enough of death. He'd die again of boredom. Matt had tried to do the whole trace-your-steps-and-right-your-wrongs thing, but then realised he had no regrets so the whole thing was pretty useless. He didn't even regret following Mello around, listening and obeying his every word, because Mello needed him. If he wasn't around to save his scrawny ass, Mello would have died a lot sooner. Urgh, he hated this.
Matt was really, really, really bored.