Broken (MattxMello Yaoi Fanfiction)

Expire

Matt continued to drive, a cigarette dangling from his lower lip. Police sirens wailed from behind him and he knew that there were some ahead. It was just about making the correct turn... Suddenly, a police car jumped out from Matt's left, causing him to skid into a tightly enclosed circle of sleek black vehicles. Damn, he thought, this was the route Mello had told me not to go down...

One by one, men in black suits got out of their cars, aiming revolvers at Matt. "Since when were the police allowed such big guns?" He whispered to himself, almost as a comforting gesture. He was frightened, but he couldn't let it show. Perhaps, if he were to offer information about Mello's whereabouts... Yes, that's what he'd do. It would buy them both some time.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, Matt's face was illuminated by a dozen or so headlights. He casually lifted his hands in the air, bearing a wide, confident smile. Each breath he took was tinged with nicotine, just the way it always had been, "I can tell you where the kidnapper is." He announced loudly. He frowned at the lack of response, "You're not going to shoo-" 

A mass of bullets flew towards the redhead, his brain barely registering them until they had flown through him effortlessly. He stayed standing for a second or so as he took his final breath, before falling limply to the ground, the impact of doing so causing an echoing thump on to the concrete. They would later find out that this was Mail Jeevas, a so-called FBI agent. However, the Kira-dominated newspapers would call him a criminal until he was buried six feet under in the graveyard by Wammy's, where oblivion would then welcome him like an old friend...

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Mello had been sitting in the driver's seat for ten minutes now. He almost wanted to just kill himself there and then rather than wait for the inevitable. True, he could have possibly prevented his awaiting death but he didn't care anymore. Not after what he had heard on the radio...

To anyone, a man linked to Takada's kidnapper had just been fatally wounded. To Mello, Matt, the love of his life and only reason to live, had been unlawfully killed for assisting him in doing the right thing. Matt... He was no longer part of this world. Every breath of air Mello inhaled wasn't to be the same that Matt took for, as long as anyone else was concerned, he was gone. He was never coming back either. Mello couldn't cry; it was all just too much.

Mello looked across from where he was sitting, watching the sunset sink into the cityscape. It  would be Mello's last, and he couldn't even watch it with Matt. Unlike the other Wammy's kids, Mello needed company, and couldn't stand the thought of isolation. He felt his throat tighten as is their was an imaginary noose around his neck. His heart paced as the thought.  Damn it, why can't Takada just end it all?

The feeling Mello was experiencing felt similar to when he was caught in the explosion at the Mafia HQ. Except there was no physical pain and no Matt to come and save him, even if were to betray him later. No... Mello shut his eyes tight. Matt didn't deserve to be remembered for his mistakes but for everything that made him Mail. Mello attempted to picture his lopsided grin and the aroma of tar that became his own. Yet it was all slipping away from him, like a handful of sand. No matter how hard he tried to hold on, it still seeped through his fingers.

"M-Matt... I'm sorry..." whispered Mello, his voice barely audible, "I didn't mean... For you to get caught up in this..." He put his hands on the wheel, although having no intention on driving, and listened to his heart beat. How dare it beat when Matt's couldn't?

Without warning, Mello felt a sharp, twisted pain in his chest, causing his eyes to widen and his mouth to open in order to take in air that was now being denied to him. His heart was beating wildly out of control and he felt incredibly light-headed. So much so that... Mello slumped over the driving wheel, his eyes still wide open. Mihael Keehl was now dead.