I don't know, just hot and/or weird Mello (Death Note) stories/imagines/whatever.
Mello x reader, unless otherwise stated.
(By reader I mean me, because I love Mello)
Ps. They're probably all ooc and most of them aren't meant to be taken seriously.
Warning - Contains mention of self harm/eating disorder. Violence and murder]
"And if I bleed I'll bleed, knowing you don't care"
*Matt pov*
I was concentrating hard on my game when Mello stormed into our room in one of his rages.
"I'm leaving." He said.
"Yeah seeya." I replied.
I was about to level up, I hadn't time for his tantrums right now. I could hear him throwing things around or whatever, as long as he kept to his side of the room I didn't care what he messed up.
I played until the dinner bell rang, then put my game down and stretched before going to the canteen. I kept an eye out for Mello, but didn't see him anywhere. I took a plate of sausages and chips and sat at our usual table. He didn't appear but it wasn't unlike him to skip meals since he didn't eat much besides chocolate anyway.
I returned to our room but he still wasn't there. I went to the library where I saw Near sitting on the floor doing a puzzle.
"Do you know where Mello is?"
"Yeah he's gone."
"Gone where?"
"He's left the orphanage."
"Well did he say when he'll be back?" It was like pulling teeth trying to have a conversation with Near.
He looked up at me and twirled a piece of his white hair.
"No Matt. He's gone. For good. L is dead and hadn't chosen a successor so Mello left. He won't be back."
I stared at him in shock, trying to figure out if this was some weird prank, but Near was the last person who'd ever joke around.
My mind flashed back to Mello telling me he was leaving, and then banging around. I raced back to our room and saw most of his things were gone.
I ran to Roger's office and banged on the door.
" Where's Mello?" I screamed.
Roger opened the door, frowning and confirmed what Near had just told me.
"What?! But I can't live without him!"
"Matt, you can and you will. And quite frankly you could do better without his influence. I won't put up with children shouting at me, I think we'll all be better off without Mello."
He closed the door and I fled back to my room in tears.
*Timeskip brought to you by Matt's Mario boxers* (idk lol)
I hardly did anything in the weeks after he left. I hardly did anything anyway, I wasn't a fan of anything involving effort, which included schoolwork. I only liked gaming and Mello. I'd even stopped gaming. If I hadn't been so busy gaming I'd have stopped him from leaving or gone with him. I hated the games now, even though it was my own fault.
Forgive me, Mello.
But I couldn't forgive myself. Wammy's was no longer home without him. Did he even miss me or was I too unimportant? I dreamt of him every night but woke up alone.
I didn't know what to do without him. I looked through the stuff he'd left behind and found a swiss army knife. I started cutting myself with it. I was almost certain he purged (made himself vomit) after binging on chocolate. I'd been worried but afraid to say anything. So this form of self harm made me feel connected to him in some twisted way.
On my last day alive, I'd finally decided to game again. Nothing else was helping me feel better. I had my headphones on so as to avoid any outside distractions.
I was just getting into it when a movement caught my eye. I looked up to see Mello at the door. I saw his mouth open as he shouted something I couldn't hear. He lifted his arm and pointed something at me but I was too busy staring in awe at his beautiful face to realise what was happening.
He was the last thing I saw, and it was worth dying just to see him again.
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