Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 16 | Laws Of The Business

It's official. I CAN'T WRITE. I'm sorry that this chapter is so poorly written! I really am!

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And I just want to take your innocence. 

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Three. In Matt's life, it was always that number that haunted him. It followed his every move, taking away his happiness when he least expected it. "Sick of you." His parents, when they abandoned him. He was always third place in Wammy's, and nobody ever cared. It was always first and second, never once had he been taken into any consideration for anything. The third of March, the first time he ever got a lecture at the orphanage. And now this.

"I killed them." His entire existance was plunged into utter desperation, as he could only plead to his brain, attempting to prove that those cursed words didn't leave Mello's mouth, and that it was all a terror fueled mirage, and that his best friend didn't confess to ruining his life, and ripping out his eight year old self's heart. Everything that Matt knew about the blonde had just been flipped on it's head, and he didn't know what was true or was false. Was everything else a lie? Were all of the moments they spent together a deranged delusion?

"It's not true. You're lying. If this is a sick fucking joke, I swear to fucking God, I will kill you! TELL ME WHAT YOU JUST SAID IS A LIE!" Matt screamed in exasperation, begging. He was never one to get into the state he was currently in, but nobody could blame him. How he felt, all those conflicting emotions screwing with his head. He was breaking apart, and all Mello could do was stir in those iron chains, guilt flooding him.

"Matt look at me." Mello whispered, knowing full well that his confession had just made him lose his best friend. He couldn't hide it anymore, though. It was too painful to hide away. All of those years, every single day that passed, everytime he so much as stared at Matt; It was horrible. It was like his organs were eating him alive, torturing him for the pain he has caused. He just needed to explain...

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Mihael could feel the freezing brick wall pushing hard against his casual clothing, a sharp pressure digging into the thin skin of his neck, legs flailing as he attempted to push this walking golieth off of him, and preserve his life. He flinched, feeling some of his scarlett blood trickle from where the knife had slashed, but continued to stare brazely at the masked face of his attacker, a scowl plastering his features, rather than a contorted face of fear.

"You're a coward. What would be the point in killing me? I have an entire mafia behind my back, and they won't sleep until I'm found. And when they see my dead body, they will make it their personal bussiness to murder you in the most brutal and cruel way possible." Mihael spat, venom running through his words dangerously. His words hit hard, so much that he was possitive that he could see eyes bulging behind that woolen black balaclava.

The boy was eight years old, with long brown hair, the chocolate colour that he despised so much. He personally hadn't anything against hazel itself, no, it was more of a revenge scheme. Chocolate was hard to come by in the underground, and the moment he had managed to scrap a few chunks, they were ripped from him like candy from a baby. So his hair was a daily reminder of what he could never have... Tales circled around him of the tangy, sweet taste of the treat. Saying that it was enough to melt the hearts of many as it dissolved on your tongue. Bastards.

"What if they never find your body, what then? Your plan is terrible, little boy." The man laughed, convvincing himself that he was the one speaking the truth, not the monotoneous boy he had pinned. Pedophile, had been the first thing Mihael thought as he had been put in this position. It wouldn't be the first time he had found one of those people. He had feminine features that he resented, and usually prowled around alone, rather than with the rest of the cult. He was a perfect, innocent target. Or, at least that's what they thought he was.