A.N.
Dark. I hope :3 I like writing torture scenes more
Disclaimer: Do not own Death Note
Matt
I glanced at the clock ticking monotonously in the room. Mello was late. It was not acceptable to be late. He of all people should know that. I stared at the bookcase in boredom, recounting the forty seven books that I already knew resided within the oak shelves. Of course we simply couldn't go and buy more. Knowledge must be earned and worked towards, books were given when numbers went up so you could further yourself more. You could tell someone's ranking just by looking around their home.
Luxuries were not for those whose numbers were in the teens. We were entitled to a laptop and television. Exactly one hour and fifty three minutes a day for each. Apart from me. I had access to computers and internet whenever I wanted it to help L stop the influx of certain information. He didn't want an uprising.
I bit my lip as a subtle ding ran through the subtly furnished room. Seven PM. Mello was very late. If it had been anyone else being this late they would've been sent to Mello for recrimination and quickly at that. Luckily for him Mello can hardly punish himself. I just hope L didn't notice how late he was.
I jumped as the door clicked fifteen minutes later, a pale, shaking Mello stepping through. I walked over to him quickly, wrapping one arm around his waist, the other taking hold of his arm, wrapping it around my neck helping him to the couch. I noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw as he sat down.
"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly, wrapping a blanket around him. Standard roommate things. I hoped L would see it that way. I lent over him to hand him a pillow, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead as I did so, back blocking the camera. Mello stayed silent, gripping the cuff of my shirt tightly. I sat on the coffee table, laying a hand across his forehead. "You're warm." I noted quietly, standing up to get him some painkillers and water.
I returned minutes later, pills in hand, sighing as Mello was facing the couch cushions. "Hey." I murmured, flipping him over gently, handing him the tablets which he quickly consumed, not bothering to wash them down. "What happened?" I repeated.
"Not answering." He grumbled. I knew I had to shut my mouth. Someone of a higher ranking told me too. But it was Mello, like hell would I listen to him and I would listen to Near the day all dogs jumped on a spaceship and flew to Mars while talking about politics.
"Mell. What happened?" I repeated much to his despair
"…Old person." He mumbled reluctantly. He didn't need to continue, I knew exactly what he meant. In this 'perfect' little city you must contribute to live. When people get too old to contribute, it's Mello's job to euthanize them. To the public these people die of old age, after all, that would be the logical explanation. However, me and Mello both know of the poison that he must slip into their water supply, bid them a good day and leave. Their corpse would be taken by L in the morning.
Mello hated doing it, the front the had to put up to the world of this harass who enjoyed inflicting pain just wasn't the truth. He came home shattered after each ruthless murder he was required to perform, expected not to bat an eyelid as men woman and sometimes children begged for their life despite only having done crimes such as vandalising.
L didn't care. As long as people conformed and had normal lives. I knew it was only a matter of time before he forced Mello to marry and settle down to procreate and have mini Mello's running around in this hell hole, much the same for myself.
Sometime I wish we would get caught instead of living in this constant panic and the hysteria that came along side it, hand in hand. It was hard knowing I could never simply be with him, a quick kiss was pushing it, a fumbling grope at the most. Even I couldn't keep the systems down if L wanted in and I knew he was getting suspicious. The cameras in our house went down an awful lot. Even the dumbest high schooler could tell something was going on behind our doors there wasn't a single doubt in my head that L thought so too.
It was only a matter of time. The question of, did we want to be together and die or look at what we couldn't have no matter how much we wanted it.