Boku no-da yo (Mine!)

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any Death Note characters, locations, ideals, etc. I gain no monetary profit from this story at all. That being said, the plot, the mafia characters (or any O.C.’s for that matter), and all the mistakes are mine to deal with and take credit for.

Real quick story to get this off my mind…

Important note: Raito, L, Mello, and Matt never died in my world… (thus the A.U.) & this takes place AFTER Death Note. That being said, there may be spoilers for anyone who hasn’t finished the series. Also, I follow the Manga-verse, and I do not know how they differ as I haven’t really watched the anime.

Any Japanese I use will be either general Japanese, and/or have a translation at the end of the chapter.
I dunno how long this is gunna be, so have patience… I’d say 5 chapters at the most.


Title: Boku no-da yo (Mine!)
Fandom: Death Note
Genre: Romance, slight Angst,
Warnings (other than those listed in summary): likely OOC-ness, Overused plot bunny, and overstressed authoress
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Rating: This chapter PG-13, but NC-17 overall
Characters: Matt, Mello, L, Raito, and several minor O.C.s
Summary: Mello, overcome with worry, seeks out L to find his scorned lover, Matt, who has been gone for several days. Pasts are revealed, secrets uncovered.

Chapter 1: Depression

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“Calm down, Mello. Tell me how this started.” L’s calm, monotone voice broke through the haze of panic overtaking Mello’s intelligent mind.

Taking deep breaths, Mello started his story with a snap of a chocolate bar, and then dove into his memory;

~*~Flashback – the bar~*~

Too damn stressful, that’s how his week – hell, his year! – had been. One hand downing a shot of really strong something-or-the-other (asking for the strongest damn thing in the house had always been Mello’s style when he was mad), the other motioning for his ninth (no twelfth… maybe his fifteenth?) shot in under an hour, Mello was tanked. Gazing hazily around the little hole-in-the-wall dance club, a wasted Mello failed to notice the hungry looks he was receiving, from both sexes.

A voice right next to him almost startled the blonde out of his chair. Once the room decided to come back into focus, Mello glanced wearily over at his visitor, attempting to hide the awful burn scars that littered the left side of his face and torso (though the latter was hidden by a leather vest that hugged every lean muscle), and, in the particular way all drunks have of talking, slurred a strangled “what!” at the busty babe leaning towards him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted some company? You look awful lonely, just like me…” The brunette pouted, sticking an already full bottom lip out even further in a ridiculous expression that made her look like she had no chin, only lips. Mello smiled a shit eating grin as she leaned even farther towards him, almost spilling out of her super low-cut top.

~*~Present~*~

“It’s all a blur after that…” Mello continued, shaking his head regretfully, “Well, until I woke up to the sound of Matt getting home from the hospital. Sneaky fucker sweet talked ‘em into letting him discharge and drive home by himself.”

“And ‘they’ would be?” L’s ever-flat voice questioned around a lollipop.

“The nurses… doctors… whoever the hell lets people out of the hospital! Fuck if I know!!” Mello took deep, calming breaths, attempting to sort through hazy memories. “Anyways, when I woke up the chick from the bar was on top of me, and we were both naked. I must have fucked her hard, ‘cause she didn’t even stir until Matt dropped the coffee he made me, breaking the mug…”

~*~Flashback – The day after~*~

Mello woke up and instantly regretted it. His head pounded, and Matt must have gained weight, for the body slung over his was heavy as hell. He opened bleary eyes, hand reaching up to stroke the choppy, red locks– … geez Matt’s hair had gotten long! And oily, though that could have been from the amazing, mind-blowing fornica- … wait a minute…!

That was when the crash resounded from the doorway to the hardwood hallway. Mello shot up, dumping the slut onto the, equally hard, hardwood floor of the bedroom. “Matt!” The beautiful redhead already had his back turned towards the regretful, hung-over Mello. Stumbling from the tangled sheets, Mello hurried after his hobbling lover. “Matt!! Matt, please! Please don’t leave!”

Snatching on to the wounded gamer, Mello continued his desperate pleas until a harsh whisper broke from the stiff figure in his arms. “I’m sick of this, Mello. I-” the whisper cracked, and a throat was cleared before it was continued, “Fuck around all you want, it’s over. All of it.” With that, the wounded teen* broke from the stunned blonde’s loosened arms, and was gone.

~*~Present~*~

“I haven’t seen him since, and that was a week ago. He hasn’t even been by to pick up his games and computers! It’s not like him!” With the conclusion of his somber tale, Mello slouched backwards into the comfort of the overstuffed armchair. His chocolate was gone, eaten during the stress of his reiteration of the worst day in his life. So far.

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*According to Wikipedia and Book 13 of Death Note, Matt’s 20th birthday would have been 4 days after the catching of Kira. This ‘present’ of this story takes place about 4 February 2010, so 8 days after Kira’s ‘death’ and 10 days after Matt and Mello’s ‘death’. Therefore, Matt was 19 at the time and still a teen. Assuming Matt’s sweet talking ability is up to par, he got out of the hospital about 5 days after being shot. Mello is being dramatic & talking work weeks (5 days). Just trust me… it makes sense.