Idk why I wrote this, I guess I was just obsessed with Mello x Matt at the moment...
There will not be any more chapters, just a small oneshot.
Have you ever wondered why Tsugumi Ohba killed off the majority of the popular characters of the Death Note series? You see, there really is no reason, because he never did.
It was all L and two of his successor's elaborate plan.
It was really quite a brilliant plan, except for one unaccounted variable; Takada's body guards. L, Near, and Mello, being somewhat distraught after their near death incidents, didn't take into account that Takada could have more than eight body guards. It was like a slap to the face when they realized, too late, that there were thirteen; each armed with a deadly weapon.
Eight body guards were pushing the limits to their plan as it was, but thirteen broke it; that and all of Mello's hope. The elite surgeons L could hire could remove the bullets from eight guns successfully and keep the person who was shot alive, but thirteen? That was near impossible.
It seemed their plan was riding on the very edge of non-existence, that and the life Mello's best friend, the third successor.
Beeping of the many machines linked to the fragile form was the only noises, besides the shallow breathing of the same figure.
Mello sat next to the hospital bed, dark bags under his dull, almost lifeless eyes. He continued to grip the slightly smaller hand in his own, trying to keep from crying again. He was so sad and yet so happy. He was alive, in a drug induced coma, but alive.
He smiled sadly, still gripping the ungloved hand and leaning back slightly in his chair.
The door creaked and his gaze shifted tiredly and slowly to the entryway. L stood next to Near and Watari, his expression blank as ever, but Mello could see the worry lacing his features; on Near too. He stood up quickly in respect, but L made a dismissive motion with his hand, signaling him to sit. Mello did as he was told and sat back down, his gaze flickering to the unconscious teen next to him and back to L again.
"I see they took him off of life support, that's good." L commented, his hands twitching worriedly in his pockets.
"I guess, but he's still in awful shape. After all he has had a bunch of internal bleeding, two punctured lungs, a ruptured spleen, a brain hemorhage, eight broken ribs, a shattered humorous, a broken leg, ankle, and wrist, they had to remove his appendix, and-"
"That's enough Mello." L stated sternly, stopping the near frantic Mello from finally snapping, "We all know he is in rough shape-"
"Rough? He's practically dead!" Mello shouted, but quickly slapped a hand of his mouth a bowed his head, "I apologize." He mumbled.
"No need to apologize. We all know you are very worried about Matt, we all are. But there is no need to be frantic and illogical about it. Matt's life is out of danger, so if you may, please calm yourself." L continued, walking over to the other side of Matt's bed and checking all his vital signs, assuring himself that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Please get some rest, Mello." Near chimed in from the doorway. Mello looked up at him with a blank expression, he knew he would usually bite Near's head off for ordering him around, but he couldn't revive the fire that usually flowed through him and simply nodded his head. The action even surprised L, his reaction visible on his face.
"I will, but I'm not leaving him alone again."
Near nodded, "I understand."
"No! No! NO!" Mello screamed at the TV. A live broadcast was shown on each news channel of the car chase. He continued to watch in rage as the chase continued.
The red car screeched to a stop in front a barricade of many black sleek cars. Soon, thirteen black dressed men pulled themselves from the cars and stood with their guns pointed at the red car.
One man brought shouted his orders, "Out of the car!"
Matt crossed his arms on the dashboard of the old car, 'So those cars got ahead of me, huh? How many damn body guards does one woman need anyway?' He thought drearily as he reached for the door handle and pushed the car door open slowly, but confidently, holding his hands above his head.
"Hey, come on give me a break! Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry such big guns? You got me; I'm part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you'll have a lot of questions to ask. You won't shoot-"
He was cut off as a hundred bullets were shot, almost every one piercing his skin and causing damage. Finally, when the barrage of bullets seized, Matt fell, his body crumpling against the door of his car, the cigarette falling from his mouth and sindging his vest.
Mello sat up in a cold sweat and threw his gaze around the room, desperately searching for Matt. When he saw two foggy emerald green eyes staring back at him he jumped from the small bed Watari had wheeled in and flicked the lights on.
"M-Mels?" Matt whispered, looking at Mello with large, questioning eyes.
Mello gasped, he was dreaming, he had to be, "Matty?" He asked as he walked forward and stretched out his hand as if it would pass right through Matt and he would wake up again.
Matt watched Mello's actions and quickly raised his own hand, reaching out and intertwining his fingers with Mello's. Mello gasped and held Matt's hand in his own.
"So I'm not dreaming?" Mello questioned as he sat in the chair next to the bed and brought Matt's hand up to his face and kissed his palm. Matt's eyes flooded, tears streaming down his cheeks as pulled Mello closer, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you Mels!" He cried into Mello's shoulder as he clung to the blonde.
"Missed you too Matty." He assured as he hugged the redhead back and pulled them even closer. He kissed Matt on the forehead and gripped him even tighter, but made sure not to hug too hard in fear of reopening any of Matt's wounds.
"I thought you were gonna die you idiot! Don't ever do that to me again, you hear me Mail?" Mello cried into Matt's silkly red locks of hair, tears streaming down his face and dampening Matt's hair.
"I promise Mihael."
Again, idk why I wrote this. I hoep you guys like it and review?