The story of a blonde boy, a tolerant redhead, and a killer notebook. A tribute to the two punk prodigies that perished for posterity's sake. [matt and mello death note blurbs and fluff, a few cute things here and there, because GOD DANG I SHIP IT SO HARD.]

Matt x Mello in the original Death Note universe after the death of L. Warning: Contains some swearing and triggers, being depression and suicidal thoughts. Also, I do not (unfortunately) own Death Note or any of the characters. Enjoy! "When I got to the apartment I changed into some boxers and one of Matt's hideous striped shirts because it smells like him, it smells like cigarette smoke and body spray. I never thought that that awful smell would end up being one of my favorites but it is, if only because to me, it smells like home. I lay on the bed, sobbing until I passed out. This isn't home, it never was. My home is a beautiful freckled red head with a video game addiction and only now do I realize that nowhere will ever be home again. It's taken me a really long time to realize but, home isn't, never was and never will be a house or an apartment or any place for that matter. Home is a feeling and I'm afraid that I'll never have that feeling again."