Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)

Memory Lane

Mello sat there praying that tomorrow wouldn't come, but his attempts were unavailing. Time is always going to move forward, unless you have a time-machine of some sort-but let's get back to the point: The next day came and you were woken up by the ringing of your mobile phone. You saw Near's name and number appear on the screen.

"Really? Does Near think he needs to wake me up like my mother?" You thought.

You had to answer the phone either way.

"Good Morning, (f/n), Nate Rivers speaking-

"What do you want, Near and why are you saying your full, real name all of a sudden?" You annoyingly cut him off.

"Well, the Kira case is over and there's a 0.01% chance that I'll be killed by a Death Note. I just want to let you know that we are meeting at the Yellow Box Warehouse I bought to confront Kira, instead of the CIA headquarters. We are practicing at the warehouse as it resembles the hideout."

"Well, someone's cocky today. Yesterday you gave me this whole speech about being cautious of the risks involved in crime cases no matter the size."

"I WAS giving you a speech. Past tense."

"Hypocrite." You mumbled under your breath.

"I heard that."

"I fucking hate you, Near."

"Your language is worsening with each coming day. Mello and Matt's a bad influence."

"Well, you've spent your whole childhood with them at Wammy's House."

"At least I wasn't around when they were playing "give the finger to Roger while his back is turned" game."

"They grew out of it when they were 11!"

You could imagine Near smirking at the other end of the phone.

"What am I doing, trying to entertain him?"

"Fine, I surrender, just cut it out."

"Aww, it was fun while it lasted."

"Bastard."

"Oh yeah (f/n), I forgot to tell you, Matt needs to come."

"Why?"

"He's your designated driver to rush you to the hospital and he needs to closely monitor the organization for any new info. I'll be busy pulling off the whole thing."

"Okay, that's nice to know." You hung up.

You're not a morning person and your patience has already been stretched thin.

"MATT!" You yelled, trying to wake him up.

"What..." He tiredly replied.

"You're coming with us."

"Why?" He asked.
After a good 3 minutes of explaining to him, you continued on with your morning routine and left the house dressed in a denim jacket, white t-shirt, jeans and black combat boots. (Mello does leather, Matt does patterns, but you do denim.) All of you decided to take Matt's car.

"I'm driving!" Matt declared at once.

"Why can't I drive?" Asked Mello.

"Well, we never feel safe with you driving." Matt gestured to you and himself.