A.N: OMG final chapter *sob sob* I hope you guys enjoyed this story and I can't wait till the next story. This update is for you, Jacen^w^

The first thing I saw on the screen was his car. That stupid, old, beat up, sporty ass red car that he had pulled from the junkyard and fixed until it shined like it had just been driven out of the lot. Except now it smoked from where the bullets had riddled it, threatening to burst up in flames.

The I noticed the blood. Staining the pavement, staining the already red car, splattering across the boots of the men who stood in a circle around the scene, smoking guns still pointed at him. Him. His blood.

My mind then registered the guns, and figure they were trained on with over accurate procession. I knew who it was who had died. I also knew exactly when, exactly where, and at exactly what time, and I knew that his death had been all according perfectly to plan.

Oh god. Matt. My beautiful, happy, bright eyed, lazy, stubborn, sarcastic gamer Matt who smoked too much, games too much, loved me way to much... I let my eyes take in the picture of him, lying there leaning against his car, head slouched down, goggles cracked and dripping crimson, blood pooling from his chest.

The term overkill applied way to strongly here. Did they really need to shoot him that many times? No, they were just over confident blood thirsty mother fuckers who hadn't hesitated to pull the trigger the second he stepped out of the car.

Did they even need to shoot him? No, he surrendered just like he was supposed to,hell, he even taunted them like he hadn't done anything, like he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But he wasn't.

Like I said, it had all been according to plan, down to the last millisecond, down to the last smoke bomb, last gunner, last drop of blood... Just like how Takada is now behind me in the end of the truck, getting up the nerve to write my name done on the little scrap of the note book she had smuggled in under her shirt. Just as planned.

"Matt...I'd never thought you'd be killed...forgive me..." I whispered, almost daring myself to laugh at the irony. Of course I knew, but I still had to apologize. After all these would be the last words I ever said alive to him.

I glanced at the screen again, letting my fury blind me as I watched Takada's bodyguards explain they killed him because he wouldn't have helped them anyway. And as true as that was, I still wanted to kill them for it, even if it was my plan.

Those bastards killed my Matty at point blank all because of him.

Kira. The entire fucking reason we were doing this. If this all works out, Near will have the final clue to take that bastard down once and for all. I hoped he'd not be to blind to not see it. Of course I knew that would be impossible, Near would figure it out in a heart beat, but still, it's nice to hope when your giving your life up for it.

I turned back to watch the cigarette fall from his lips when I felt my heart pound and the sound ring through my ears and pain instantly racked through my chest. I smiled.

Matty...my dear, precious Matty, I'm coming. I'll be by your side soon, and I promise I won't let you go.

More pain and I stopped breathing.

I could see his smile, hear his laugh, taste his lips over mine, feel him grip my hand in his. My Matt.

My vision narrowed and I started to see white.

Oh Matty...Mail...I'm so, so sorry. I never wanted it to end this day. We could have grown old together, side by side. We could have taken on the world and then some, and we would have been happy together. I had a ring for you, Matty. I left it to Near so that he knows to bury us together, side by side, and you can wear it in death.

I'm sorry I never had the time to give it to you before this.

I felt myself collapse against the wheel.

Oh god Matty, why did death hurt this much? If this is what mine feels like, I can't imagine yours. There was so much blood. I can remember when you came in that night, bloody from your fight, and I didn't know what to do, I was just so scared I would lose you.

But I didn't. And I'm so, so glad.

But I did now.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.

One...

"Mail...I love you..." and I shut my eyes forever.

~One week later~

A small, skinny, white haired boy stood in the rain, outside of an old manor called Whammy's House. In one hand he clutched a pair of roses, in the other, and empty ring box.

The rings, matching, of course, had been placed on the two people now residing in the graves in front of him. Over and over he reread the inscriptions of both head stones, each the same white marble, with the same elegant inscribing.

Here lies Mail Jeevas, Lover of Mihael, Who followed Him Until The End.

Here lies Mihael Keehl, Lover of Mail, Who Fought For Him Until The End.

Silently, the white haired boy placed a rose on each grave, allowing a single crystal like tear to fall.

"Mello, in the end you were the one who won. You did it. You were better, and Im sorry I pushed you so hard. I should have been nicer. I want you to know I always valued you as a friend. Matt, I always knew you could have beaten us both, but you never did, did you? You loved him to much. I'm just sorry that it had to be for him, but I hope you can be together forever."

And Near turned and walked away, mourning the loss of two boys who had saved the world for no one but the other.

He, of course, did not see the two figures, holding hands, one in leather, one in jeans, walking away with matching golden rings, smiling and laughing, slowly fading in to the light.

However, he did hear the last two voices in the wind, nothing more than a whisper "Its not the end. It's just the beginning."