Yes, it's Chapter 5. Are you ready for this? You might to sit down.
Thanks to .cloud and xxsadxangelsxx for reviewing. And yes, this is made to be a bit of a crack. I tagged it as romance and humor.
Disclaimer: I still wish I owned Death Note
Recap-"You're in love with Mello aren't you?" Near asked with amusement lacing every word.
"What? Me, no, of course not." I said trying to hid the fact from Near.
"You do and you know it." He said.
"Okay so maybe I do sort of like him," I admitted my cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, which means I'm blushing big time. Remember, my face usually heats up, not changing colors.
"Well, I can't say if he likes you are not." Near said patting my shoulder to offer some sympathy.
"Thanks, Near. I should be going. Matt has taken it upon himself to personally haunt anyone. who tries to hurt me, look at me, or speak to me, that he doesn't know."
"That's what Matt did for Mello, back at Wammy's."
"What?" Confusing, much.
"Yeah, Mello used to be a pushover, a really wimpy pushover. Then he was put in the running for L's successor. Bam, you have the Mello we all know and you love." Near said with a slight snicker.
"Shut up, and thanks for the embarrassing info on Mello. I can so blackmail him now." I said with a laugh and left.
When I got home, it was late, like 1 o-clock in the morning or something. When I opened the door, there was Matt sitting on the couch playing video games and Mello standing two feet from the door, crossing his arms and tapping one foot. You know how moms do that when they want an explanation. Yeah, he was doing that.
"Where have you been, Marsh? It's one in the morning and you've just gotten home!"
"Calm down, Mello. What are you her mother?" Matt yelled shutting off his game.
"As a matter of fact, yes, he is my mother." I said trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, I am her mother." Mello said not realizing it. Matt and I instantly burst into loud laughter. Which Mello continued to glare at us, until we stopped five minutes later.
"Argh, you know, you are so annoying sometimes, Marsh!" Mello yelled, his fists bawled at his sides.
"What?" I said. He said something funny, and I laughed. Is there something wrong with that?
"You heard me. You're annoying, stupid, short, and ugly!" Mello said while crossing his arms.
"Excuse me! I'm the one trying to bring your sorry ass back to life!"
"Like you actually can!"
"You are so infuriating, Mello. At times, I wish you were alive just so I can kill you myself!"
"Well, I wish I could kill you. Oh wait I can." He said picking up a book and throwing it at me. I quickly grabbed an umbrella and threw it at him. It failed, and flew through him.
"Ha, can't hit me, Marsh."
"Jerk!"
"Brat!"
"Girly man!"
"Ugly!"
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Matt screamed. "You constantly fight and argue, and quite frankly, I'm sick of it. Just because you're both too dense to realize you both like each other, you don't have to yell and insult each other every other minute." He proceeded to stomp out of the room and slam the door to his room.
"You like me?" We asked at the same time, then blushed and looked away.
We apologized to Matt, for fighting so much. He threatened to kill us both if we ever did it again. Over the next four months, Mello and I didn't argue at all. In fact, we both kind of ignored each other. I would walk into the room, and he would leave and vice versa. When we would bump, not literally, into each other in the hall ways, we would blush, look away, and then continue walking five or sometimes even ten minutes later. It was September, and tons of murder, kidnapping, and stealing were going on.
On September 27, my birthday, we got an interesting call at the office at around 6 o-clock.
"Hello?" Near answered.
"This Black Creek Hospitable in Black Creek, New Jersey. We are calling for Ms. Archer."
"One moment, please." Near said. "Marsh the hospitable from your hometown is on the line."
I quickly jumped for the phone. "Hello?"
"Ms. Archer, I am terribly sorry to inform you that your mother died last night."
"What? How?"
"The charts show that she had breast cancer, which seeped into her lungs and then blood stream."
"Damnit, I told her she needed to get screened, but no, she had to be stubborn." I was close to crying, but I refused let it show over the phone.
"Should we make funeral arrangements for your mother?"
"No, I'll be there tomorrow to do that. Please, call the rest of our relatives though if you can."
"Of course." The phone line went dead. I hung up the phone and dropped to the floor and started to cry.
"What happened?" Everyone asked.
"My mom died last night. I never got to say goodbye or anything." I said almost choking on the sobs. Halle ran over and hugged me, while I sobbed. After ten minutes, Near ordered Gevanni to drive me home. He drove me home in my car. When we got there, he carried me to my apartment.
"Hello!" He yelled hoping the ghosts would open the door. Matt did.
"What happened to her?" Matt asked glaring at Gevanni.
"Her mom died, and Near ordered me to take her home since I live two blocks from here." Gevanni said nervous from Matt's death glare. Matt let him and lead him to my room. He set me on the bed and left.
"Marsh, can we come in?" Mello and Matt asked from outside the door. I gave no answer, so the eventually just phased through the closed door.
"It'll be okay, Marsh. We're still here for you." Matt said to me as I simply back my suitcase.
"Hey, where are you going?" Matt asked.
"I'm going to New Jersey to plan the funeral." I spoke with a monotone, my normal cheer gone.
"You're coming back right?" Matt asked with much worry.
"Yes."
"Mello say something!" Matt whispered to Mello who simply stood beside Matt.
"I'm sorry about you mom." Mello said looking at his feet.
"Bye." I said walking through them.
"Where are you going?"
"Near has a private jet, which Roger is taking me to New Jersey in."
"We're coming with you." Mello said blushing.
"Fine"
The flight was short, only 4 hours. Roger said he would pick us up in two weeks. I spent the night in my aunt's house. Mello and Matt had made themselves invisible so no one could see them. But I knew they were with me. The funeral was planned for next week.
When it came time for the funeral, I was in the black dress she had made for me for my wedding. She always believed black was more lucky than white.
"She was a great mother. Although I never got to say it to her, she was my best friend, the best sister, and the best woman." My aunt said.
"My lasts words to her were. ' Just leave me alone. I hate you!' If I could take it back I would in a heart beat." I said trying not to cry. "She will always be in my heart, as the best mom any girl could have. I only wish I could have told her I loved her befor she died." I finally broke down into tears. As I walked back to where everyone was standing, I felt two embraces around me, Mello's and Matt's.
We all went back to my mom's home. We made her favorite dinner and dessert. We toasted to her memory and read her will. She had left me her old diary, music books, the house, and my brother's ring. It was his class ring that he always wore. When he died, I sent it to her. We decided to keep the house a momentum of her. She was buried next to my dad and brother.
When we arrived back in England, Near gave me the rest of the week off. I spent most of it in my room until Mello came in one day.
"Hey." He said sitting next to me on the bed.
"Hi."
"I'm really sorry about your mom." He said.
"It's okay. I wish could bring her back though, but she would never allow me to. She would say not to bring her back. But to keep her memory alive."
"She must have been really deep."
"Yeah, she was."
"Look, Marsh, I hope you know I'm always going to be her for you."
"Thanks, Mello."
This was funny in the begin and ended sad. The next one will be sad I promise.