Mello didn't try the vampire thing again, I was glad for that and we were getting along fairly well for the next few days. We had grown rather close, and the blonde kept having nightmares though, so he started sleeping in my bed. I found it kind of cute when I would suddenly feel my hand being gripped by his in the middle of the night. But then came that night.
That night was the worst night of my life.
I heard a crash from outside Mello's and my bedroom. Somebody like Rester or Halle could have just dropped something, but it was terribly late at night. Mello jumped up and grabbed his gun out of it's usual place (yes he even sleeps with it). He ran out the door and I followed.
There was a nondescript man I had not seen before, wearing a leather jacket and jeans and pointing a gun at us. Mello held out his weapon. He had shot down several doors and that's what had made the crashing noise
"I've found you! He grinned, exposing (from what I could see by the dim light) yellow teeth.
"Oh shit..." muttered Mello.
The man fired his gun but Mello was already running. I ran after my boyfriend (that's sounds so weird to say because I have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before).
"Don't follow!" Mello shouted.
"I'll shoot him too!" Yellow-teeth sneered.
"Don't do that." Surprisingly, Mello wore a cocky grin. "I wouldn't want to have to clean up all that!"
I could tell it was an act; Mello was trying to give yellow-teeth the impression that he didn't give a shit about me so he wouldn't be motivated to shoot me, just to see Mello's reaction.
I was watching outside the door to one of the research rooms as computers exploded in glass shards, and they jumped around on the chairs.
Mello took a bullet to the arm, but Yellow-teeth was shot in the leg. Then yellow-teeth raised his gun and pointed it at Mello's chest, and shot.
The blonde clutched onto his chest but manages to shoot again, and got the man in the head. Yellow-teeth fell over and his eyes closed.
I ran inside and saw Mello on the ground, breathing hard.
"Oh...Mello!" I knelt down by him.
He tried to sit up. I helped him and wrapped my arms around his slender waist coughing up blood all over my pure white clothing.
It was a bit disgusting but I didn't care.
"N-near...I'm glad your ok..." Mello smiled sadly.
His smile...it wasn't his usual sneer or a sadistic grin or anything like that. It showed he really cared for me.
It broke my heart. I thought my heart was ice. Hard, frozen. But brittle. And it didn't just break, it shattered. And often when ice shatters like that little droplets if water fly everywhere.
Those droplets...yes they were the tears that came as I started to cry. For most people, when your boyfriend or any loved one is dying in your lap in a pool if blood, crying is natural. But I am Nate River.
I hated crying. I discovered that the first time Mello beat me up when I was four. I hated the uncontrollable salty drops that splashed out of my eyes, the involuntary shaking noises your throat made. I hated not being able to contain my emotions.
But so I decided I wouldn't cry anymore. But today, I couldn't help it.
I hugged Mello to me tightly, which caused him to make sounds of pain because of his bullet wounds.
"S-sorry! I hurt you..."
Mello shook his head. "It doesn't matter...I'm dying anyways."
He was crying too, though not nearly as hard as I was.
"I...would have liked to spend more time with you..." the dying blonde mumbled.
"I-I love you...M-Mello...Mihael..." I figured this would be the last time I said those words. I caressed him and kissed him, until Mello's body finally went limp and his ice blue eyes closed for the last time.
I closed my eyes too, and whispered "You...were my first and last love..."
When I opened them, my eyes fell on Mello's gun on the floor.