A.N Just a short little doodad to celebrate getting a new Bea. Say thank you to my daddy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
"What do you mean?" Matt asked almost hysterically. "You can't Mello, please!" He begged, gripping his hand tightly, tears threatening to spill over his wide eyes and onto his cheeks. "You don't have to do this, let Near take it or work with him. Please don't leave me."
Mello gently pried Matt's hands away from him, petting the scarlet hair softly, in almost a soothing manner, calming the redhead until only hiccups made their way from his throat.
"Mail. If I could bear to be around Near then I would. But I can't. And I'm not giving up. So help me pack." He ordered quietly, rummaging around for his suitcase. He couldn't even bear to look at Matt, the distress on his face wrenching at his heart. Carefully placing clothes into the bag, he let his guise slip down as Matt silently worked next to him, sniffling at the odd moment.
"Don't you love me Mello?" He asked quietly, staring at his hands. "Do I mean nothing to you?" Matt clenched his teeth as tears made their way down his face, splattering softly onto the floor. "Is that it? Am I not enough for you to stay? I gave you everything I have Mello and you won't return anything I do!" He yelled, raising his voice for the first time Mello could clearly remember, voice cracking on the last syllable. "You've never even told me you love me." He whispered, tossing the clothes into the bag.
"No. I know I didn't. I thought you would pick it up by the way I treated you." Mello reasoned quietly.
Matt looked away, squeezing his eyes shut. "A-and even then…I never knew for sure. Is it so hard for you to say three little words Mihael is that it?" A shaking breath let itself loose from his mouth, lost in the cluttered room. Matt let his hair hang over his eyes as more clothes were stuffed into the bag coupled with a wad of cash and his passport. The room almost seemed empty despite the many wires from his games traipsing across the floor, empty chocolate wrappers and discarded textbooks also scattering the ground. Matt almost laughed at the time Roger had demanded that they cleaned up, pushing the semi-circle glasses up his nose with a tut of disgust at the state of the room. Mello claimed that it was 'organised mess' and he 'liked having a floordrobe' before slamming the door in the old man's face.
Mello looked down, zipping the bag up with a quiet sigh. "I can't say I love you Mail. Leaving you is killing me. It's going to be the hardest thing I think I'll ever do and the one I'll regret the most, but I can't leave you knowing I've told you that." Pulling the bag onto his shoulder, Mello stood up, clasping his hand to Matt's shoulder. "I will come back for you." Leaning down he gently pressed his lips to Matt's forehead, slipping his rosary into Matt's hand. "And maybe God can save you." He murmured, straightening up. "Bye Mail." He said quietly, brushing his hair back and making his way over to the door before stepping out and closing it with a gentle click.