Matt was sitting on his couch, game controller warm in his bare hands. He sat forward, staring intently at the screen of his TV. It was Final Fantasy, number seven to be exact. Matt guided Cloud up the stairs to Aerith. Suddenly, he was in the game.
Matt was walking forward towards Mello. Mello was just standing there, on the platform with his hands clasped together around the rosary he wore. Matt took another step forward then stopped short as he saw a shadow overhead.
Kira! Light's face was set in a grin as he jumped down, death note in hand. Mello seemed oblivious, eyes closed peacefully, as Light started to write down Mello's name.
"Mello!" Matt moved forward towards light but he felt arms clamp tightly around his waist.
"No, there's no rush. Wait a moment Mail." Matt tried to pull out of B's grip but he was too strong.
"Mello! Wake up!" Matt clawed at B's arms but he couldn't free himself.
Matt watched helplessly as Mello fell to the floor. He was on the ground, splayed out like a rag doll. Kira laughed and kicked Mello's body down the stairs. He landed at Matt's feet. B let go of Matt and suddenly Matt felt lost.
Should he run to Mello, Light, B? It was Kira's fault Mello was dead. B's fault Matt couldn't help him. His own fault for not doing something! Matt sat down next to Mello, holding him carefully in his arms. Matt closed his eyes and sobbed. When he opened them, he saw B and Kira were standing over him.
"Well Mail Jeevas, you know what comes next. Don't you?"
Matt opened his eyes quickly, to find he was looking at the ceiling, his ceiling? God, his head hurt, his throat hurt, and he felt like crap inside and out. He groaned at his dream. Was that considered subliminal messaging or was it just his head screwing with him. Probably punishing him for playing too many video games. Damn.
Matt lifted his head up in a resigned manner. He didn't want to see was had happened. He was thankfully still in his house. He was on the couch and not tied up. That was extremely strange. Did he just make up the whole thing?
Matt swung his legs over the side of the couch and stumbled to the refrigerator. He pulled the door open and saw nothing but strawberry jam. Shit! Matt closed the fridge and looked at the front door. It was locked, not just locked though. The door was slathered with rubber cement and all the furniture Matt's bedroom was pushed against it save the bed. Matt turned quickly and saw the windows were sealed. It would be impossible to open them without creating a lot of noise. Matt looked inside the bathroom to see B with a box of makeup.
B smiled to himself as he applied cream to his face, making it a paler shade. Then he took eye shadow, spreading it under his eyes. Afterwards he took out an eye pencil and drew under his eyes, smudging it with his finger. Chucking to himself he pulled his face away from the mirror. He noticed Matt's face out of the corner and smiled maliciously.
"So good to see you're up. I'll let you have the bathroom in just a second." Kyeh Kyeh Kyeh
Author's Note- I always pictured Beyond putting on his makeup first thing in the morning. What about you?