Various X Reader

Matt (Mail) Jeevas~ Lost Contact

You sighed and brought the phone away from your ear, putting it down next to you. Another automated message telling you the person you were trying to reach wasn't answering. Of course, you had expected as much so why did it still sting just a little...? Matt hadn't answered you even once since he left Wammy's House. He had followed his best friend Mello, leaving you broken hearted and alone, to help him surpass Near and become the next L. Matt of course didn't give a shit about becoming L. You were one of the few people, even excluding Mello, who he ever let see that in reality he was twice as smart as Mello or Near. He was only third because he was hell bent on staying in the tiny bubble of his consoles and controllers, with no people or goals or really anything resembling normal life. He never left, only when forced, and he didn't let anyone mess with the sacred gamer paradise that used to be the plain dorm room at Wammy's House. Well, except for you that is. He had taught you how to play many games in that room, sitting on the floor with him, maybe a bit closer than what was commonly excepted for just friends like you two always claimed to be. You had learned many different strategies from him, and even mastered a few games to the point he simply couldn't beat you. Although, you were somewhat convinced he went pretty easy on you.

Looking out the window of your dorm at Wammy's you recalled the fond memories of sitting in that room with him. It always smelled like cigarette smoke even though Matt never smoked one around you. That was one of the best memories you had, and one of the first you thought of. The first time you sat in that room with him he pulled one out of a pack and went to light it. You reached over and knocked it out if his hand, going off on a rant about how they were going to give him cancer and he was going to die. Instead of yelling or getting mad like the hot head he always was, he listened until you stopped, then looked up at you with a goofy smile on his face. "Alright alright, I'll quit if it makes you that upset, geez." He raised his hands in surrender. You knew he was doing it behind your back, but he never let you see it and he never left any evidence.

You were suddenly missing that room and the forever lingering scent of those hated sticks of cancer that he loved so much. He had said he cared about you once upon a time. But if he really did, what the hell was so difficult about answering the damn phone?! You sighed and thought as much as you could without your mind wandering to that amazing red/brownish hair and those goggles that looked stupid on everyone else but he somehow managed to make look undeniably sexy. And suddenly it came to you. They had run away sure, but Roger wasn't stupid. He had to have some idea of where Matt and Mello were. So you grinned and got up, stretching your arms over your head. You were going to find out everything you could and you were going to march right up to their door. You would yell for Matt and annoyingly knock on the door until he opened it, just like when he locked himself away for five straight days, not coming out of his room once until he beat Fallout 3. No doubt he was uncommonly hyped for Fallout 4's release. But that could wait, because you weren't giving up until you saw him again. You had to. Because whether he liked it or not, you liked him. A lot. Maybe you were even in love with him.

So after breaking into Rogers office, shuffling through a bunch of classified documents and breaking every rule imaginable, you had your answer. And after packing your backpack and saying goodbye to your childhood home, and your dream of becoming L, once and for all, you did just as you decided and marched straight up to the door of the crappy apartment they were most recently seen at. Taking a deep breath you raised your hand and knocked it against the door.

"Matt!!! It's me (y/n), you better open this damn door!!!"

You kept knocking on the door until you heard a lock click and the door swung open, revealing an older looking Matt. He looked mostly the same, just a little older, maybe a bit more tired. He was holding a gun in front of him, a cigarette hanging between his teeth. His eyes widened as he stuffed the gun into the neck of his white fuzzy vest, behind his head. Mello stood leaned against a wall behind him, leather clad with a hand on a gun in his pocket and a half unwrapped chocolate bar in his hand. Matt looked you over, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"(Y/n)... How did you... You shouldn't be... How did you find me?" He asked, trying to discreetly stomp out his cigarette.

"Broke into Rogers office. Do you have any idea how many times I called? Texted? Emailed you for gods sake!? Why wouldn't you answer me?! And since when are you smoking again!? And why were you gonna shoot me?! Is someone after you!? Are you guys in-" As you ranted and yelled in his face, Matt still kept his disbelief solid until he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. You heard Mello make a slight gagging noise and walk away but you were so caught up in this you didn't care. After a while he broke away from you, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I'm probably going to die soon. I wanted to do that before it happened." With that Matt turned his back on you. "This is too dangerous. I don't want you hurt."

"Matt... I don't care... I don't want to be away from you anymore." You interrupted him with a quiet yet somehow defiant voice.

He looked back over his shoulder. "I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. Go home, become L. Don't let me hold you back. You know how smart I am, sure, but I know how smart you are. Show up that albino sheep for me would ya?" He stepped forward, walking back inside. He put his hand on the door, his back to you. "Just remember me (y/n) especially how I was so madly and desperately in love with you. Because believe me when I say, if I do die because of Mello's crazy plan, you'll be my last thought." And with those words Mail 'Matt' Jeevas closed the door, leaving you standing in the hallway more confused than ever...