[disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of it's characters. I merely am writing a fictional story involving them. This takes place in an alternate story where Mello does not die so I'm sorry for any confusion it might cause.]

Blood

Chapter Three

The room was silent for a little while, filled with an evil aura that centered around Mello. Matt was still not entirely sure what was going to happen to them at this point nor was he positive he wanted anymore to do with it after seeing what had just happened to the blonde girl. He felt a strong sorrow for having seen that dramatic moment come to life. The red-headed boy took a seat on the couch for a moment and buried his head in his lap. Yggdrasil glanced over at the mourning boy and an evil smile crawled upon his black lips.

The red demon floated over to Matt and stood next to him. Matt didn't need to look up to know he was there for his very presence was enough to alert him. Not used to the Shinigami yet, Matt jumped a little in surprise. Yggdrasil just laughed a bit at the boy's fear.

"What ails you my boy?" the Shinigami said, faking concern.

Matt sighed a little, glancing back at Mello then focusing his attention on the demon.

"I don't know. I am thankful for Mello and what he did for me, but if this is what he has to do from now until the day he dies... I'm not sure I like it... I don't think I want to be apart of it. It isn't right and if he's doing it all for me... then... I want you to call off this deal."

Yggdrasil looked at him, a worried intuition overcoming him. Mello was giving him what he wanted and now this boy was going to ruin it all for him. He needed to come up with a story; an incredible fabrication. And he needed to do it fast. Inspiration hit him.

"My boy, are you not GRATEFUL for what your friend has done for you?"

Matt turned to Yggdrasil with a cross look on his face.

"Yes. I am. But not at this cost. It's ruining his life and it's changing him. I don't like that part of it."

"Well," Yggdrasil started saying walking behind Matt, "I think it's a good thing. There's too many people in this world who don't deserve to live anymore or to live at all. Mello's just helping to wipe those vermin out."

Matt stayed true to his word.

"It sounds like to me that he is just becoming another Kira but with a different motive."

"Mello's doing it all for you. Think of how badly he was hurting when you were dead. Think of the terminal anguish and pain he was suffering knowing that you weren't by his side, knowing he'd never again share a happy moment with you. Being alone in this world was too much for him, and he wanted the only person he was ever close to back, " Yggdrasil said, resting his hands on Matt's shoulders, "and now you want to take that away from him again? How selfish are you?"

Matt's heart dropped a little. He hadn't taken Mello's feelings into accommodation because he was too wrapped up in his own.

"I...hadn't thought of that..."

Yggdrasil's smile grew more and more wicked.

"Don't you think you should be the encouragement he needs right now?" he cackled.

"I... guess you're right."

Matt turned one last time over to Mello before facing the Shinigami head on.

"I'll only help him... because I care about him and I want him to be happy. And if keeping this deal and me around will make him happy, then I'll be apart of it against my wishes."

Yggdrasil smiled. He had successfully manipulated this boy.

"Good! Now go! Go out and help him collect the blood this deal requires."

Matt said nothing more and walked over to Mello. Mello's face, although adorn with blood, showed that of excitement upon seeing the red-head coming towards him.

"Rem is ready to go." Mello said.

Matt nodded.

"Alright then, let's go." Matt said with a bit of a forced smile.

Yggdrasil walked over to the group, past the corpse of Misa Amane. He smiled, cackling a bit as he did so.

"I wish you luck in your endeavors. I'm sure we'll be in contact again quite soon." he said, disappearing into a cloud of black smoke. Matt's heart dropped a bit from lack of wanting to have anything to do with this operation. But... he knew he had to now.

Rem turned around.

"Come. I will not have you wasting my time any further." she said bluntly.

Mello and Matt followed the white demonic presence out into the open silence of the night. Rem turned to Mello.

"I will make it so that you will be able to board the airlines with no problem but we need to make it to the airlines in order for me to do so. Do you have a proper mode of transportation?" Rem inquired.

Mello thought a bit. He had the car that he had hijacked but it might not be safe for them as it could never outrun a police cruiser. He turned to Matt.

"Do you still have your motorcycle? The one that you've been enhancing?" he asked.

Matt thought for a moment. Where was that old hunk of junk? The last he remembered it was in the back behind their hideout. He nonchalantly walked around to the other end. Mello and Rem looked at each other, confused. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a motorcycle revving it's engine and a moment later, out came Matt riding said motorcycle, goggles across his face once again. He wore a smirk.

"Hop on." he said in almost a gallant tone, holding out his hand for the other male.

Mello's heart fluttered a bit, though he was uncertain why. He grabbed Matt's hand and hoisted himself onto the back of the metal beast. Rem looked at them.

"I will follow by sky. And don't worry if you're going too fast for I am faster than any man-made machine." she said in a confident tone.

Matt simply nodded before revving the engine one more time and taking off through the backstreets of the city. Mello held onto Matt around the wasteline. He could feel the bullet wounds in his abdomen and it made him cringe a little. It was almost as if he were hugging a corpse, although not a few hours ago would that have been the real deal.

The wind felt nice across the blonde boy's face. He didn't care that it was crusted with the blood of another. His own personal wishes were more important than the life of that stupid girl. Mello was at peace for the time being. Matt whipped around corners and down long straightaways so quickly that Mello had to hang out for dear life. He looked above and saw Rem easily keeping up and then back to the street. He noticed the cars that were on the road were being left behind very quickly. Matt had done an amazing job tuning up the bike. Mello felt proud that Matt was his best friend.

The airport was coming up closer in the distance. They were almost to their destination.

"Matt! There it is!" Mello shouted over the engine, pointing to the building.

Matt looked ahead very carefully.

"Got it." he said, revving the engine another time causing the motorcycle to go faster. It was almost in reach now.

Mello's heart was racing. He was about to leave the world he knew behind him. But in leaving this world and all it's good, he was also leaving behind the sorrow and anguish as well as humiliation and disrespect. He was completely ready for what was ahead of him and his only friend. But was Matt...?

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!