In the Meantime. (MattXOC Death Note Fanfic)

Explosion

     "Mello, you idiot!" the Shinigami Princess screamed watching from the other realm. Mello crawled out from beneath the rubble of the building, limping away from it as best he could. He collapsed to the ground after reaching a somewhat secure shelter he'd set up beforehand. There, he fainted due to the excruciating pain he was in as his body burned. His helpless body lay in the dirt, just out of sight of the police now recovering from the explosion. "NO!" The princess screamed. Her brother hurried to her side.
     "What is it?!" He took hold of her shoulder as she scrambled around for something.
     "He's going to die!" I can't let him die! If I'd known this was the way he'd die, I'd have been prepared. I can prevent this!"
     "Robin, stop." A calm voice towered over the siblings. In his ghostly hand, he held a notebook. "You are much more important than me, he's the one you love, and this will make you happy... You are the princess of the Shinigami Realm. Your death cannot occur so soon." Robin came to terms with what her friend said.
     "Kensou, don't you dare!"
     "I'm sorry, Robin, but I don't want your life to end like this."
     "My life ended long ago! The moment I touched that stone! Don't do this Kensou!"
     "I already have." He shut the notebook as his figure seemed to be flaking away. "This was my purpose from the beginning. To save your life. That's why I was different from other Shinigami. So that I could do this, and not you, the only other person who could."
     "Kensou, no!" She wanted to cry but no tears would come.
     "Farewell, Robin... I... lo..." With that, he disappeared. All that was left was a pile of sand and a notebook. The two witnessing Shinigami stared at it in shock. They heard movement from the portal which they watched the happenings of the human world.
     "Guess! Over here!" A young man in a cream body warmer and striped red and black top beckoned to a young girl, in a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans.
     "I bet it was him the caused the explosion... Dammit! If only we were faster! We need to get him back home, no breaks, we'll just have to take shifts, fuck the speed limits."
     "Right," the young man carefully picked up the fragile body from the ground. He groaned in pain as his burns came into contact with the other man's clothes. "Sorry, Mells," he whispered.