Note: Yes, I removed what was previously chapter 7. I even had chapter 8 written and 9 begun when I just virtually threw everything out of the window. This wasn't what I wanted for this fic, and it was extremely bad. I tend to do that a lot lately, blame it on writer's block.
So here's what chapter 7 should have been, I hope it's a bit better than the awful stuff I had previously written. Me, perfectionist? Ah, why do you think I write as Mello in co-authored fics? XD
And this is the last chapter, since there's nothing to add. I feel this fic is over as it is, thanks for your understanding!
Mello was writing frantically in the notebook in front of him, his feet dangling from the desk chair.
Matt was smoking frantically, watching the lines on the sheet get filled little by little, anxiously.
That wouldn't be easy as it was, but if the blond didn't stop writing soon, Matt feared the details would make things even more difficult for him. He considered telling Mello that the real Death Note had been taken away by L, for an instant, but even if he was known to be the laziest thing on earth, Mello's wrath was enough to turn Matt into an hyperactive being when it came to please his boyfriend. Even more when Mello wasn't even aware that what he was doing at the moment would have no consequences. Well, it would have consequences, but not without Matt's discreet intervention.
Matt sighed as Mello slammed the notebook shut at last. He suddenly felt sympathy for this God Mello prayed. God was supposed to care and try to satisfy billions of requests. Matt would only have to please Mello, and it already seemed impossible. God was some kind of superhero, right?
He then wondered why there wasn't a game where you could play God himself. He would have had practise, at least.
"SuperMatt..." the redhead whispered, smirking to himself.
"SuperMatt?" Mello repeated, standing from his chair and catwalking to Matt, "Wanna show me your superpowers?" he purred, snaking his arms around Matt's neck.
Three (yes, three) hours , and six (yes, six) rounds later, Mello was sleeping soundly, and Matt sneaking out of the apartment, all dressed in black, a bonnet on his head, and a loaded gun in his waistband.
Having stolen Mello's cellphone, he called Rod's second, since Rod was dead in the previous chapter (and yes, I'm mixing the fic and the author note, that's hype. No? I don't care! XD) and, trying to imitate Mello's voice, he gave orders. The call would state being made with the boss' phone, after all, so Matt didn't worry too much about the henchmen doubting the person calling.
Then he drove to the meeting place, and waited.
Not long. Headlights appeared in the distance, and a few seconds later, three limos parked in the field.
Matt had a hard time shooting them all, it's difficult to aim your targets when you're laughing that hard.
Then he got home, undressed and slid under the covers with Mello, making sure to slip the false Death Note back in the night table drawer in the exact position where Mello had left it.
"John Jackson, Jim Jameson, Rudy Cartwright, Liam Noble... etc etc
Will drive to the carrot fields situated south of the Mafia hideout, dressed as bunnies, and will make the caramel dansen danse before being shot by a hunter passing by."
As he drifted to sleep, Matt wondered what would be next for SuperMatt.
Well, obviously, as Mello woke up, Matt knew there was a missile to stop. Yes, with that part of his anatomy.