Happy Ending (MattxMello)

1.Beginning

Mello
There he is. Game boy in hand, orange goggles pushing his bright red hair out of his face. He hasn't seen me yet, so I take a moment to watch his freckled nose scrunch up when he's concentrating really hard on his game. He's just so cute, I can't help but stare. "Hey Mells." He says, catching me off guard. "Oh, uh... Hey Matt." I suddenly remember why I'm in here, I came to tell him something important, my heart is racing and my hands are shaking a bit. "You've been standing there staring at me for quite a while now, got something to say?" He smirks, slightly amused at my reaction as he says this, never taking his eyes off of his game. I shift around in my spot, I do have something to say but... I'm still trying to find the words.

He's my best friend and roommate at Wammy's and now I have to tell him that I'm leaving, for good. "Oh... Yeah. Listen Matt, I'm leaving." Ripping the band-aid off quickly. He flicks his head around to look at me, forgetting to pause his game and now I can see "Game Over" pop up on the little screen. He puts it down next to him on the little couch, "What?" The surprise in his voice is just barely masking some irritation. "You can't just leave, you're barely fifteen. What about me? Will I ever see you again? Where are you going? Why?" The usually ridiculously calm Mail Jeevas bombards me with questions that I barely know the answers to myself.

"L is dead. Near has become the successor to L and I've decided that in order to beat Near I will have to make my own way. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I do know that we will see each other again. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do but I do know this: That I will beat Near no matter what." My voice is a lot calmer than I expected it to be and I look Matt dead in the eye the whole time, daring him to challenge me about this. He looks startled for a second at my sureness. He shakes it off and looks me in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. "Alright then, since you've got it all figured out, I'm not going to stop you. Before you leave though, there are a few things I need to say as well."

Matt
I'm not going to let him leave without letting him know exactly what I think of him. I stand up and walk up to the slightly shorter blonde boy, never breaking eye contact. I stare him down for a minute while he looks up at me defiantly. His eyes are icy blue but somehow, they have fire in them. I take a deep breath, put my hand on the back of his head and kiss him. He's clearly surprised beyond belief, letting out a little squeak but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he closes his eyes, wraps his arms around my neck and kisses back. This isn't the first time we've kissed but I'm as nervous now as I was back then.

A ten year old Mello crawls into my bed like he does every time there's thunder or lightning. I don't mind, it's cold anyway and the extra warmth he provides won't hurt. I wrap my arms around him instinctively causing him to snuggle closer to me, face nuzzled in my chest. He looks up at me then, "Can I ask a weird question Matt?" Weird? We're best friends, I'm pretty sure he already knows everything about me, and I'm pretty sure nothing he could say to me would surprise me. "Okay." I say, mentally preparing myself anyway.

He looks away, cheeks burning with a blush. "Could I... Never mind." He's clearly nervous, I'm curious now, "Come on Mells, you can't just leave me hanging like that." My tone is only slightly irritated. He looks back at me, "Okay, ummm... Could I kiss you? I just wanna know how it feels and since we're best friends I didn't think it would be too weird. It is isn't it? Just forget that I said anything." He says all of it without taking a breath, blurting the words out way too fast.

I stand corrected, my surprise evident as I say, "Oh. I guess it wouldn't be too weird. Do you really wanna?" My voice shakes a bit from nervousness. He nods and shifts around in the bed a bit so that he can see me properly. My heart is racing and my hands are shaky as I put them behind his head. I look at him, his big blue eyes stare back at me as if they're asking permission. Without thinking any further I just pull him up to me and connect our lips, letting my eyes shut and just enjoying the feeling of him being there. I'm surprised by how much I like it, he's my best friend so I really shouldn't feel this way. When we pull away he looks at me and then snuggles back into my chest without saying another word. We don't talk about it again after that.

My heart is racing and my breath is shallow but I continue. One of my hands is covered in his soft, blond hair and the other one is on his back pulling him closer. We separate after a while and he looks up at me again, "What was that for?" He asks, breathless, face burning a bright red. To be honest, I've wanted to do it for a while now but I've just been too scared to.

"Well, you're leaving and I figured... I guess I just thought that if I did it now, even if you rejected me, you could leave and it wouldn't matter." I say with a shrug. Suddenly the flushed look on his face changes to one of irritation. "You idiot! You should've done it sooner. Now I'm leaving and we're probably not going to see each other for a while and... If I'd known we could've been together." He says with a frustrated sigh. I'm not letting him off the hook that easy either. "Why didn't you say anything?" His irritation vanishes and he starts blushing profusely once again, "Well, I guess because I... I figured you didn't feel the same way?" It sounded like a question. "Exactly." I say smugly. He rolls his eyes, "It's too late now anyway." He says with a sad sigh, looking at the ground. I wasn't going to accept that. "It's never too late, Mells."

Mello
He pulls me in for another kiss. I'm both happy and sad now. Happy because my best friend, who I've been in love with for years returns my feelings and sad because this really doesn't change anything, I still have to leave. I pull away and look at him, "I'm still leaving, Matt." His face is serious as he says, "I know." I hate this. "I'll be back for you, Jeevas, just you wait." His eyes are sad as he nods. We stare at each other for a while. "I'm only leaving tomorrow..." He doesn't let me finish, pulling me into a tight embrace, it seems as though he believes that if he lets go I'll disappear. My head is on his chest, listening to his gentle heartbeat. When he finally does let go, I get into my bed and pat the space next to me. He crawls in and we just lay there, our last night together at Wammy's spent in my bed, his ridiculously long arms around me, my short little arms struggling to keep him as close as I'd like, our foreheads touching. I look into his eyes, "Don't worry, Matty." I whisper, "This is only the beginning." Once he's fallen asleep, I hesitantly get up and leave. I don't want him to see me cry.