Inside Out [Mello x Reader]

6 | Five Days

[Mello's POV]

I strip and throw my leather clothes onto the floor. Looking down, I notice that the bruises on my body have almost faded completely. I sigh and lastly, take off my rosary to carefully lay it on top of my clothes. Has Kira really become the second L? He's been acting strangely obedient since. L wouldn't die without leaving any trace behind. No, he certainly put Kira into his place so we wouldn't overlook him. But what if he didn't and I'm getting it all wrong because-

My mind suddenly goes blank as I feel the exhaustment hitting me from thinking it all over the whole day. Blackmailing the president and still feeling guilty from kidnapping Sayu Yagami hasn't made it better either. The pain relief I took for my tough headache still hasn't shown its effect and I hope for the shower I'm about to take to clear my head. My bare feet walk over the cold tiles with a small shiver overcoming my limbs as I turn on the water, making sure not to touch it until it gets warm. The November weather's already freezing cold.

As soon as the water has risen to an acceptable temperature, I dare to stand right under the downpour. I close my eyes and let hot water run all over my face and body as if washing all of my sorrow away. My wet hair now sticks to my face and neck as I remain standing in this position for the next ten minutes.

I don't want to get out. The mafia's got enough money to pay for the water and chocolate bills anyway. Not to mention I got my own credit card with access to a shit ton of money which I could never spend in my entire life.

It's like the hot water gives me the warmth I lacked ever so badly. Reminds me of my childhood at Wammy's. But the last few days have been particularly tough.

Four days.

I let out a small, sarcastic laugh which doesn't even take a second to fade again completely.

A mix of adrenaline and pain shoots throughout my veins as it occurs to me once again. The reason of how I got into this state in the first place.

Small tears threaten to make their way up but I automatically block the feeling and narrow my eyes. Stop being so goddamn weak. And before I knew it, I've turned the water temperature to maximum cold. The change from hot to icy water on my skin feels brutal at first but it matches my mood so I sort of enjoy it. I ball my fists until my knuckles turn white and take a deep breath.

Four days.

It's been four and a half days since the last time I've seen Burgundy. No call from her in the meanwhile. I'm not an expert in romantic matters but I'm quite sure that if a woman doesn't call you in four days, they must be gone.

I decide not to torture myself any longer and turn off the shower. To my surprise, my headache is actually gone. I dry myself, put on my rosary and wrap the towel around my waist before I go back to my room. Have I done anything wrong?

When I reach my room, I don't bother getting dressed and just lay down into my bed naked. I pull the blanket over my head, shivering like a maniac, and only that's when I notice how cold I am.

Four days.

I lay there shivering, staring a hole through the blanket with a lifeless gaze. I did not think it would seriously turn out this way. I was completely certain she would at least call me in order to turn down my offer. In the end, I don't blame anyone but myself. I should have taken the chance when I still had it. Ten hours. That's how much time I had to make a move. But as per usual, I ruin everything good and now it's too late to make any changes. That's basically my life in one sentence.

That's right. It's too late.

I have to carry on with my plan to become number one. No matter how many backlashes I face, I must endure till the end. No matter the cold, the loneliness nor death. I close my eyes in order to sleep but instead, instantly get flashbacks from that day.