Matt opened his eyes to a splitting pain in his head. He frowned and blinked his eyes. It was dark and all he could see was a spot of light. He left his tv on again? What time was it? He was going to be late for… the attack. Shit!
Matt saw the television screen come into focus. On it was a picture of Mello and his eyes were closed. There was a picture of him? Mello never had any pictures of him taken, not that recently as well. Matt leaned forward in his chair only to be stopped short by the tape around his chest.
"No…no this has to be some sick joke."
Matt stared at the dead face of his best friend. He felt his throat plunge down the ground and his head felt so dizzy and light like it was instantly filled with helium. He gasped desperately for air and a face swam into his view.
"Hello Mail, Remember me?" It was that creep from the park.
Oh shit, he knew his real name. He had to get out of there. He started to pull at the tape around his arms as he felt his goggles being lifted. Matt blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.
"Who the hell are you?" Matt leaned back his head as the man brought his face closer.
"We went to school together, remember?"
Matt blinked then remembered his very first year at Wammy's house, before Mello arrived. It was fuzzy and Matt was an excessive introvert but he always talked with one person.
There was one guy who was a total failure. He was crazy; he was completely obsessed and apparently even dressed like L. His name was B, one of the original successors. He was roommates with A…before he committed suicide
Matt remembered that weird guy who liked to sit alone. He was his roommate for a week before he was transferred to Mello's room. He went into the bathroom to see makeup on the counter, eye shadow, powder, eyeliner, and all other cosmetics, which Matt assumed, contributed to his insomniac appearance.
"B?" Matt started to work his hands behind his back, loosening the tape on his hands. He wasn't in the Mafia for nothing. "What are you doing?"
"Saving you. What were you planning to do this night." B didn't move his face from Matt's'
"Oh sorry, were you going to ask me out? You crazy bastard." Matt got his hands free then reached into his back pocket for some wire.
"I'm not flirting with you. Now tell me, or all my hard work will have been in vain." B frowned slightly and pulled one of the kitchen knives from the counter behind him.
"Do it." Matt spat in Beyond's face and started ripping the tape on the chair with the sharp edge of the wire.
"Hmm, you don't need to. I think I know."
"You were going to go with Mello to catch that Kira woman. You and Mihael were always such good friends. He would be thankful to me that I saved your life."
"You don't know what he wanted." Matt felt the tape start to tear and decided to stall. "How do you know our names?"
"I've always known, from the first time I saw you. You see, I can see your name and lifespan when I look at your face. When I look at your defiant, pale face. That's how I know that your name is Mail Jeevas and you were going to die today, but now you have more time on your hands. Enough to plan the funeral?"
Matt felt the last strand of tape rip and he pulled his arms free. He pulled the gun from his boot and held it to B's chin.
"Shut the hell up right now." Matt snatched the goggles from B's hand and put them around his neck.
There was a silence; the only sound was Matt's heavy breathing. Beyond stepped backwards to a more reasonable distance but he still smiled. Matt kept eye contact as he moved to unfasten his legs. He stood up and held the gun in his now steady hand.
"Move to the wall, hands above your head!" Matt shouted and Beyond slowly moved. As he raised his hands, Matt saw his left hand was clenched and he started to put up his goggles but it was too late.
Beyond threw the powder into his face, temporarily blinding him. Matt coughed as he inhaled some of the flour. He raised his arms to block from attack but he was unprepared from B's sweeping his legs from under him. He landed flat on his back and B took advantage of that to sit on his chest.
"When I was there, I was number one and you were number four. It really shows now doesn't it? "
Matt tried to push himself but B concentrated all his weight on Matt's chest, causing him to cough, struggling to breath.
"Bastard." Matt coughed.
Beyond leaned forward, casually putting his thumb over Matt's exposed Adam's apple. Matt's breath hitched as Beyond started pushing on his throat
"Before my mother died, she would tell me, 'Speak politely or don't speak at all.' I think you might need a time out." He pushed his entire hand over Matt's throat.
Matt flailed his arms and legs as he felt himself suffocating. His vision blurred and his chest started to ache. The ace turned to searing pain, like someone was stabbing him in the chest with a knife. He looked into the eyes of B as he closed his eyes. He silently thought, what a shitty thing to see before you die.
Author's Note- "Do one thing that nobody else does and do it well." So, here I am redoing my fanfic with the two least likely characters in death note to actually meet!