A.N

Heh, this was hard to write.

I should stop writing one shots and keep updating my main ones :/

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

Matt

I dashed onto Mello's old room, pausing slightly to take in the sight. A four poster bed was pushed towards the window with a large oak wardrobe placed statically next to it so the pillow was hidden on direct entry. The walls were a delicate shade of blue, mostly covered with various pictures and random posters of bands that were once worshiped but quickly forgotten when a new song got stuck in Mello's head. The carpet was thick with dust, just like everything else in the large room. I ran my finger over the television on top of a chest of drawers and almost grimaced as a thick wad of grey dust coated my finger tip but barely dented the covering on the screen.

I quickly wiped my finger on my jeans, rushing around the room, picking up various photographs and anything that looked like he would want. Deciding I had enough, I rushed out the door, almost bumping into Mello who was doing the same. Arms full of objects I nudged his shoulder gently, rushing down the stairs, the steady thumping of footsteps telling me he was following. I waited at the bottom of the extravagant staircase for him to catch him before shoving him out the door before myself, swinging the door shut behind us.

Running down the car, I watched as Mello slipped into the passengers seat before I climbed into the drivers seat, filling his arms more with the snatched objects. I quickly pulled out of the drive and sped along the adjacent street, out onto the motorway. I tensed slightly as blue and red lights flashed past the window with a wailing screech accompanying it. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding until they passed us completely and headed towards Mello's father's estate.

I pulled over into a lay-by a few minutes later. "Are you okay?" I asked him, cutting the engine, ignoring the traffic roaring past.

"I guess…yeah…sure…" He mumbled to the floor, hair hanging over his eyes. "Guess I didn't think I would have to go to such lengths just to get a few memories." He quietly flicked through the pictures in his lap, handling them delicately by the edges before shuffling them into a neat pile. "Thanks Matt."

"Any time." I replied simply, leaning across to stroke his cheek with my thumb lightly for a moment before switching the car back on again, driving back towards our apartments. Mello stepped out the minute I parked the car, heading towards the doors. Locking up I followed quietly, ignoring the lift, choosing to hike up the stairs instead.

I was slightly red and breathless when we reached Mello's floor. "Curse your penthouse." I groaned, trying to catch my breath.

"Curse your smokers lungs." He retorted sharply, opening the door and gesturing for me to get inside. I did as I was told, sliding onto the couch. Mello slumped to the floor, leaning over the coffee table, spreading out his collection of pictures and trinkets.

I picked one up, looking it over. "You do look like your sister."

"Yeah, I know."

"And you were a cute kid. What happened?" I teased, much to the scowl on his face.

"I got sexy instead." Mello quipped. "Unless you haven't noticed, I model."

"Really?" I replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. Mello let out a weak smile, slowly working his way through the pictures, fingers slowly running over the top of the wooden jewellery box. "…Are you not going to open it?"

"Yeah…I will…" Mello mumbled, slender digits running over the gilded handles, hesitantly prying it open. He carefully made his way through the delicate jewellery inside. I don't know much about jewellery but even I had to say that Mello's sister definitely had taste. Small jewels embellished the rings and earrings with a selection of diamonds, sapphires and emeralds hanging from fine silver or golden chains, some with added detail and other with just the chain and stone.

"She must've been fairly…" I paused, trying to think of the right word. "Elegant." I settled on. "It's hard to get jewellery like this that doesn't look tacky."

"She liked it. I would always get her something sparkly for her birthday or Christmas. When she finished school I got her this blood diamond piece she was after. I had to save for about a year and I worked around the clock but it was well worth it." Mello told me softly.

"Is it not here?" I asked.

"No. She got buried in it. Wish I could've seen her…but she was too beaten up from the crash." He turned away from me, quietly replacing the jewels into the box.

"Are you okay?" I asked, moving to kneel beside him, gently squeezing the top of his arm. I could feel him quaking under my gentle grasp. He said nothing, turning to press his face into my shoulder instead. I could feel my shirt slowly growing damp under him. I moved my arms around him, gently rubbing his shoulders and back in reassuring circles. Mello slowly grew quiet, going slack in my arms as the unprecedented wave of emotion had drained him, forcing him into a deep sleep.

Picking Mello up, I placed him into his bed, pulling the covers around him, petting his hair for a moment before slipping away. I moved back to the living room, piling the pictures back together and stacking them neatly in the centre of the table. Taking my boots off I slipped them next to the couch, sitting on the plush leather.

I decided to stay for the night, wrapping the throw for the couch around myself. At least this way I would be there when he woke up, even if I wasn't in his bed.