Alone
Summary: Matt never liked people, that wasn't anything new; neither was the question of why he wore his goggles.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Warning: Minor spoilers.
He never liked people.
That was hardly something new.
He never liked people.
Neither did Mello- only those better than him. When he first met him, Matt tried to convince him that being second isn't bad.
The blonde didn't listen and was more than ever an emotional wreck.
Matt honestly didn't care. He wanted Mello to be happy to be second just so he would stop pestering Matt- so that he would stop pestering him with claims of how better than him he was.
However, there were times that Matt told Mello he never saw him, and the reason isn't because he's blind, it's something else entirely.
He should be blind.
"How do you know I'm here, then? In front of you?"
"I hear you."
"You're blind?"
"No, just acute."
Acute.
That is what he told Mello.
He's acute.
Was he really?
Alone.
He could hear Mello- that is why he can see him, alone- alone.
"Why do you wear those goggles?"
He never answered.
He refused.
It wasn't until in later years, that he knew that he was going to die- that he told him.
He did.
He remembered when he was just twelve, in the Whammy House; now burnt to cinders, nothing but ash- and for Mello, nothing but a reminder of the burn scar on his face.
Matt never saw it though, and Mello never expected pity from him anyway. He was too apathetic, he was much too apathetic; however, Mello never understood why Matt let him live with him. He asked, but all he got as an answer was a curt "I have my reasons", before he went back to his handheld.
Quiet.
Mello never understood how he played his handheld if he didn't see anything.
"I said I don't see anyone, Mello. I can see objects, but people are gone to my eyes."
"Will you ever tell me why you wore goggles?"
He told him.
He told him in the end.
After Takada's bodyguards shot him to death, he still had an ounce life left within him; just barely there- and Mello got to him; conveniently timed, Matt decided. Looking up towards where he heard Mello coming, his goggles cracked- he could see him now; his gold and orange tainted with cracks of reality.
"Beneath gold and orange, there is loneliness." He rasped out to Mello, and before the blonde could say anything, he grinned darkly at him – his cigar falling after his grin, and behind the cracked goggles; his eyes were opened hauntingly as he finally died.
He told him.
He told him; he did.
Now Mello can't say that he never did anything for him.
Owari
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