GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞.

GOD'S FAVOURITE.

Nobody had spoken, they didn't need to when the crackling of the flames said more than words ever could.

Minutes had ticked by and all the boys did was stare at the flames. Matt had finally pulled his gaze away and his grip had loosened instantly on Y/N, there was no need to hold on tightly when she had slumped to the floor in his arms and with the way Mello turned towards him with that same realization his gaze always held after a fit, it had seemed he finally grasped the reality of his actions. Still, he made no effort to put out the fire underneath his boots and instead rushed to the two's side.

"NINA!" He shouted through the doorway and she, along with several other members of his gang ran into the bedroom. "Go get the medical kit from the bathroom and patch Matt up. Hurry the fuck up."

Scanning the wreckage she already had several others cleaning up the mess with the snap of her fingers. "You got it, Boss. Anything for the girl?"

"No, leave it on the bed and get out," Mello ordered. It was easy to suffer from whiplash from the way his attitude shifted, instead of the brash tone he had used on his cohorts or the hysterical laughs from his outburst he had grown quiet and meek, instantly reaching out for both their hands. "I-" His breath hitched when Y/N snatched hers away. "M'Sorry Matty, I'd never hurt you on purpose."

Similar to all the times he had taken control before Matt stroked his pale cheek. "Just calm down for a minute." He nodded, digging through the plastic box for a needle and bandage. "Fuck!" He hissed from pain. "Make sure she doesn't touch the fire."

She felt the pair of eyes watching her, had she chosen to turn around Mello would cling to her instantly before muttering apologies underneath his breath, not that he ever meant them enough to put an end to his behavior. He gazed at her like a kicked puppy, viewing how much both had curled into themselves it wouldn't be hasty to assume it had been Y/N who had caused such destruction.

She didn't feel, that had been what Hatori had told her...So why did it feel that every breath she took was a thorn stabbing into her heart? Why did the weight of what felt like a ton of bricks sting her chest before resting on it like a cruel burden? Was she breathing? Why didn't it feel like it?

Short and sharp they came out no matter how deep she sucked in, then again the whimpers of pure disbelief escaping every time she did was an indication of the panic.

How? How could she deal with the scum at work using her as if she were a plastic prop but not the loss of something so seemingly insignificant? Then it finally hit Y/N, she had lost any evidence of Kaito that was personal to her. There was no way to say that they had once known each other, every memory and conversation was now fodder that would fade over time, and every touch a fleeting memory to never be returned to her. Not even his scent was something she could bury herself into on those nights nor was there a picture that hadn't been a mugshot to gaze at.

She truly had lost her sun.

Was she shaking from the pure resentment she felt towards Matt and Mello or the reality that putting out the fire would do nothing? All that would be left was for the flames to laugh at her with the ashes of the only things she held dear that hadn't been destroyed.

Still as ever she hadn't even noticed the choked sob that had finally snapped, only this time there was nothing of comfort she could use to bury the sound or even voice she could imagine comforting away her tears. All that was left was ash, the flakes burning into her fingers as she gripped them, maybe a foolish idea had spawned that if she held tight enough, it would bring back what had been lost because of one Man's insecurities.