Carnivorous Mushroom Says: Yeiii! I've finally gotten the chance to update this thing! Ah well, this next one's about Mello, so prepare yourselves for SUPER MEGA ANGST! 'Cause Mello's the embodiment of angst. Well, in my strange, little mind anyway. =D
Onwards to drabble number two!
Warning: On account of Mello's Catholicism, there will be religious themes! Thou hast been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note in any way, shape, or form.
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Supernatural
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It's unbelievable, really. He is only just twenty-years-old and already he knows his end is near. Just twenty-years-old and already he knows he's going to die.
His hands are sweaty underneath sinful black gloves (how many sins had he committed with those gloves on?), and they are slightly shaking on the wheel.
Matt is gone, Mello thinks to himself. Auburn hair and blue eyes and orange goggles and black stripes are all tarnished in crimson red now, and all those colors mean nothing because he's dead and it's all Mello's fault! Oh, poor Matt, just barely nineteen-years-old and already he's nothing but a body empty of life.
Sinner, sinner, sinner!
That word reverberates inside Mello's mind like a mantra. His heart is heavy, for he has a guilty conscience – a sullied soul. He's clad in full black leather regalia, as usual, but he can't help but think that his clothes are especially appropriate for the day. Sinful black adorned with a sacrilegious silver rosary – how fitting for a day as morbid as this one!
Mello fingers his rosary, and he starts to pray.
Why do you pray? God isn't going to help you, Mello.
What do you know, Matt?
Matt would say that there's no use in praying; Mello's death is imminent, but there's always a reason to pray, Mello thinks; God, Jesus, and Holy Mary, he never forgets to thank them.
What has God ever done except make you suffer? Look at you – orphaned at five, disfigured at nineteen, and destined to forever be number two.
Somewhere in the distance, Mello hears the hushed tick-tock of a clock, and he thinks that maybe he's going mad, for he doesn't carry a watch, and he's sure the Takada woman wouldn't have one on her either.
You don't believe in God.
No. I don't.
It's too bad he's not going to live to see Kira's downfall. He would have loved to spit in that bastard's face – Light Yagami, the man who dared kill L, his fallen hero. And then Near, that little white sheep, how he'd loved to…
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock… Time has run out.
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More of what C. Mushroom has to say: Sorry if it was a little confusing, I kind of made it "stream-of-conscious-like" with Matt and Mello's past dialog inserted there all random and what not. I blame The Sound and the Fury for this. Well, at least I didn't mash up a whole paragraph with no punctuation whatsoever, right? If you have any questions, please do ask, and I'll be happy to clarify them.