Hello and welcome to the final chapter. There will be a sequel. But I need a title. Give me ideas.
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Final Chapter: My Only (By Goodnight Nurse)
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Mello looked at black screen of his cell phone. The damn battery died. His only connection to help. His only connection to Matt. Now what? Should he just lie here, hoping Matt will show up? He began to cough again. His eyes were getting fogy with hot tears. Was he seriously going to die here? He knew that if he didn't get help, he'll die within the next few days. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get up. He kept falling back down, hurting his body even more. The tears began to pour from his eyes.
"Matt…Please…Come…I'm dying…" He thought. The tears wouldn't stop. He slid down the wall and lied on his side. "M-Matt…" He choked out. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open. He tried to keep his eyes open. His vision began to fade. He kept thinking of Matt. Suddenly the vision of Matt's smiling face appeared before his eyes from memory. Even more tears came. Then everything went black.
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Matt closed his phone. His mind was racing. Mello was hurt. He was in an explosion. Is possible he could be dying? He had to get over there. But how? He didn't have any money for a plane ticket. A lump began to form in his throat. He willed himself not to cry.
(why the fuck is he going to cry he is going to cry out of frustration)
"Ryuzaki…Mello…He's…He's hurt. He was caught in an explosion. He said he was in Los Angles. I…I have to go help-" Matt was cut off by Ryuzaki. "No you don't. That bastard left you remember?" Ryuzaki said sternly to him. "Y-Yeah but…There's a possible chance he's dying! He needs me!" Matt yelled. "Even if you go, he'll be dead! We're in Tokyo! He's in Los Angles!" Ryuzaki yelled back at the teen. Matt stood up. "I'm sorry, Ryuzaki. He's my best friend. Even though what he did to me was wrong." He began to walk towards the door. Ryuzaki shot up, grabbed Matt by the back of his shirt and threw him onto the couch.
"I said you aren't going to help him!" Ryuzaki yelled louder. Matt was lying on his back looking at the man, trying not to show the fear growing inside of him. He sat up a bit. "Yes I am!" He yelled to Ryuzaki. He tried to get off the couch but Ryuzaki climbed on top of him. "Get off me!" Matt screamed. He tried to shove and kick Ryuzaki off of him. Ryuzaki held him down by the wrist, his knees on Matt's thighs. "Why do you care so much?! He fucking left you! He doesn't give a shit about you! He's only asking you for help because he knows you'll help him! He's just going to throw you away again!"
Matt tried to get out of his grasp. He ignored his words. "Are you even listening?!" The man screamed at him. "Just shut up!" Matt screamed back. Small tears rolled down his face. Ryuzaki felt anger boil down inside him. Why did he care? Does he still love that bastard? Ryuzaki was beyond feeling anger at this point. He let go of one of Matt's wrist and slapped him across the face. Matt's emerald eyes went wide. He put his face close to Matt's face so their noses were touching. "Listen to me. You are not to go. If you dare try to leave, I will kill you without a second thought." Ryuzaki warned. Matt closed his eyes and sobbed. Ryuzaki slapped him again. "Did you hear me?!"
Matt nodded slowly. Ryuzaki got off of him. Matt continued to lie on the couch, crying.
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-The next day-
Matt sat the table, staring at a brown stain on the table. He couldn't get Mello out of his head. Was he still in pain? Did he get help? Or was he dead? Matt shook his head. Mello would never let himself die. Ryuzaki had gone out an hour after the whole incident. He still wasn't back. Maybe he was out killing again. The thought made Matt shiver. Why was he still here? He could run out right now. But…What if Ryuzaki came back at that moment? He would kill him instantly, like he said.
There was a ruffling of a blanket and Ryuzaki walked into the room. He walked over to Matt. Matt looked up at him. "I'm sorry." The teen said softly to the man. Ryuzaki looked down at him. He pet his red hair. "Don't bring it up again, okay? You make it seem like you're in love with him." Ryuzaki told him. "But…Ryuzaki. You don't understand…I am…I am in love with him. I always have been. I just thought I hated him. It was just love clouded by the pain of being left."
"What about me? Am I nothing? Was I just used as a fill-in?" Ryuzaki glared down at him, anger boiling up again. "I…I don't know…" Matt looked away. He didn't want to face him. Ryuzaki grabbed him by his chin forced him to look up at him. He stared into the boy's eyes. "I don't know is not answer." He said sternly. "Fine. You were. Okay? I do have feelings for you but they aren't strong enough to want a relationship with you." Matt broke out of the grasp. He got up and turned away from Ryuzaki.
Ryuzaki stared at him. His pet didn't want him? He didn't care that he loved him? Well, fuck him then. Fuck him and his asshole of a friend. Maybe he didn't love him. "Well…I was just using you also." Ryuzaki said looking to the side. Matt turned around and looked at him. "Okay? I did. I just needed someone to fuck around with. Like I said before, a lot of people have left me before. You are the one who lasted the longest."
"Ryuzaki…" Matt began. "Just leave me alone. Just…Just leave…" Ryuzaki snarled at him, trying to hold himself back from beating the red head. Matt put his head down. "Okay…Good Bye, Ryuzaki…" Matt walked past him and out the door. Ryuzaki looked away from him. He fought back tears when he heard the fabric ruffle. Who was he kidding? He loved the boy. He couldn't do anything now, though. Even if he brought the boy back, Matt still loved that bastard Mello.
Ryuzaki went over to his bed and lied down on it. He tried to remember the feeling of Matt lying beside him…
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A striped blob walked the streets of Tokyo. He knew where he was going. All he didn't know was how to get there. Tokyo to Los Angles. He was going to need a plane ticket. Unfortunately, he had no money. Could he beat someone out of the money? Great, now he was sounding like Ryuzaki.
(ryuzaki you know you miss him go back to him)
Matt shook his head trying to get the thoughts of Ryuzaki out of his head. He needed to help Mello.
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-Two Days Later-
"…Up, Mello…Wake up…" Mello heard a distant voice. Was it his memories flying back to him? Matt would always wake him up o the weekends. He would poke and prod until the blond got up. He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't. It felt like they were glued shut. He forced them to open. He saw a striped black and white sleeve. Then he was looking into green eyes hidden behind orange goggles. "Mello! You're awake…You're alive!" The voice cried.
"Matt?" Mello croaked out. He tried to sit up but fell back down again. He made a small sound of pain. "Don't sit up. You're skin is pretty much all burnt off. You're clothes are melted to you're skin." Matt said softly. Mello tried again and was successful. "Mello?"
"Matt…" Mello panted. "Where…Where the hell have you been? I practically almost died. I called you three…Three fucking days ago. What the fuck took so…Long?" Matt stared at him. This is what he got for coming? Was Ryuzaki right? No…Mello was just pissed off because of the pain. "C'mon, get in my car and we'll go to my hotel. I can fix you up there." Matt told him.
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Mello lied on the bed of the hotel that Matt had gotten. "Jesus Christ, this place is a shit hole." He thought aloud. Matt came towards him holding a first aid kit. "Well, Sorry. I had to use the money I had for the plane ticket to get over here." Matt remarked. He placed the kit onto the bed and opened it. "Why the fuck were you in Tokyo in first place?" Mello asked him. Matt picked up a bottle of ointment and put some of it onto a cotton ball. "Thought I'd see the world. This might sting a bit." He placed the cotton ball onto Mello's arm. Mello tried to flinch back but Matt held onto him. "Shit! A bit? More like a whole fucking bunch!" He screeched at Matt. "Sorry. I have to use this to help the burn. It's just a small burn though. But…If you think that hurt, wait till I treat your face."
"My…My face?" Mello said to him. "Yeah, half of it is burnt. The left side to be exact." Matt said putting a new cotton ball onto the left side of Mello's neck. "Fuck." Mello mumbled.
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--Two Weeks Later--
Mello sat in the apartment Matt and he bought last week. He touched the side of his face. It had a horrible, disgusting scar now. He couldn't stand looking at himself. Matt walked back out from the bathroom. "Mello…You should have the bandage around your face." Matt sighed. He had to keep telling to wrap up the left side of his face or else it will get infected. Well, more infected. "No…" Mello simply replied. "Mello!"
"I said no!" Mello yelled at Matt from his chair. "Why not? You should wrap it up so when you go out people won't see that ugly scar!" Matt yelled back. Mello got up and grabbed Matt by the collar of his shirt. "Do you ever shut up?" He snarled at Matt. "I'm just telling the truth. You're fucking hideous now." Mello pulled his fist back and hit Matt right in the nose. Matt's neck went back then he looked at Mello. Blood dripped down from his nose. He could taste it on his lips. "What…What the hell was that for?" He yelled at Mello. "You're acting like an ass!" Mello yelled back. "You did it to yourself, jackass! You had try and act all manly and blow a fucking building up! What the fuck did that get you?!"
Mello pulled his fist back again. Matt caught it with his hand. Mello left his knee up and kneed him in the stomach. He let him go and Matt fell to the floor. Mello pressed his booted foot onto his side. Matt started to yell. Mello let go. Matt took in a deep breath to make the pain go away. Mello took this chance to kick him in the stomach. Matt started coughing. He spat up blood onto the green carpet of the apartment. He continued to get kicked by Mello.
And he let him. He just didn't care anymore. Mello was only using him to help him with the Kira Case. He was his dog again. When this whole thing was over he was going to be thrown away again. The pain started to become too much. His vision began to darken. Was he going to be killed? Would anyone save him? Probably not.
Ryuzaki was right…
(you should of listened)
Fin.