Mello and Matt are two characters that are so important to me. So, I always wanted to write a touching story about the two of them. With this, I think I did create a definition of how much they really did love and care for each other.

I thought I was going to die right there in the driver’s seat of the delivery truck. Sitting there driving, I heard the news.
“A man driving a sports car, seemingly against the Kira movement, got shot down by a group of Kira supremacists.”

My very heart skipped a beat, I knew it. I could feel as the color drained out of my face, and my skin feel cold and numb. I thought that my body was going to go into shock, and I felt slightly dizzy.
“We doubt that the man has survived…” May not have survived. In the back of my head I had a slight feeling that this was going to happen. Why did it come to such a surprise? Because I loved that man…I always have. Matt died…my Matt.

The reality of the situation hit me, like getting punched in the stomach by surprise. That’s the only way to describe it. I hated it. That hit of reality was the last break. My eyes started to water, I started to sob hopelessly. Controlling my emotions was impossible. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming down my face as the thought of Matt dying was…excruciating.

I couldn’t help but let my mind remember the first day I met him, and the life-changing impact he made on me.

Me, Mihael Keehl, was put into Whammy’s House at the age of 8. My parents abandoned me, and thought that I was a waste of space on this earth. I can’t say that I completely hated the idea. Living in that house with my parents was slowly killing me, ripping me apart from the inside. My father abused, beaten, and hated me. While my mother simply ignored my existence all together. Knowing that my own parents hated me was traumatizing for me, and I remember curling up in my bed crying myself to sleep. Having the sense of my loved ones despising me, soon gave forth a bitter hatred toward the world, and my heart grew cold with anger towards everybody. I learned not to trust anybody. So, I stopped all together. Getting hurt in so many ways was always the outcome of my trust in others.

Life at home was so bad that my parents wanted to cut all ties with me completely. So, they contacted many orphanages around the country looking for some place to dump me off for good. In time they came in contact with a man named Quillish Whammy. He was the founder of Whammy’s House and was interested in taking me in because of my ridiculously above average IQ. The decision was made. Whammy’s House was to be my home from now on.

As I lived there, I was relieved to be away from that place that used to be called my “home”. But on the other hand, I wish that none of this would have happened. Over time, I became aware of this orphanage’s purpose. To make suitable “L’s” when the real one were to die. At first the idea outraged me, I felt like a science experiment caged up against my very will.

When I learned more about L, even met him once, I truly knew that he wasn’t the man I imagined him to be. I truly looked up to him. He was my idol, my hero. I wanted to fulfill my duty, and that became my dream. Out of all the children competing for L’s place, I was ranked at the high position of number two. My ego-maniac self got in the way of me being satisfied with myself. For that to happen, I needed to be number one. In order for me to do that, I had to beat the one holding on to first position. Near. I hated that white-haired boy, I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him, or even look at him. He disgusted me with his perfection. I always was second to him. I loathed it.

After some time I eventually figured out who number three was, the one behind Near and me. His name was Matt. When I first met Matt, I didn’t like him. He always was quiet, busy playing the video games. When he did have something to say, it was usually a smart aleck remark. That annoyed me.

I was eating a chocolate bar when Matt first talked to me. He addressed my chocolate bar eating obsession that I have. At first, I was angry at him. After talking to him once, I realized that I wanted to talk to him again. So I did. Conversations turned out promising, interesting, and quite fun. I enjoyed being around him, and urged for his company. It began to occur to me that I started to see him in a different point of view…I started to see him as a friend.

Over the course of time at Whammy’s House, our relationship grew and we became best friends. We understood each other, accepted one another, and appreciated the other. I thought it would be impossible to trust anyone, I was wrong. I trusted Matt, as he trusted me. Feeling safe and comfortable around him was another asset that was gained. Being with Matt I realized a different kind of love, a new love that became clear to me. What was that type of love? Romantic. I guess that’s the only way to describe it. Every time I looked or glanced over at him, I saw him in a different way. A way that I was attracted to him, his personality. I did love him, and soon he told me his feelings. It was such a relief to hear him say that. We made a promise that day…to never forget one another no matter what may happen. We never did break that promise.

The day when we were informed of L’s death came too soon, I really was afraid. My hero dying? It was overwhelming, too much at one time. Near and me were informed of the tragic news first. We were offered a chance to work together on solving the Kira case, since L didn’t have the opportunity to choose either me or Near as his predecessor. I couldn’t stand Near, much or less work with him. So I declined, stating that Near should get L’s title, and I walked out. Left Whammy’s House forever, not wanting to return ever again. I never said a farewell to Matt the day I left. I knew that if I did, I would break down in front of him and most likely end up staying. That’s not what I wanted.

So, I left to make a life of my own. Defeating Kira in my own way, and avenging L’s untimely death. Every day after, I kept my promise. Never forgetting Matt, always thinking about him, wishing that I was with him. But him being with me, I knew that he would get hurt. He didn’t need that any more in his life. So I lived my life for many years without him, on my own in a sense.

After being caught in am explosion I so happened to be the cause of, Matt found me somehow. My wish came true and since then, never been separated like that again. And I wish that will never happen…

How much I missed Matt. How much I hate for getting him involved in this whole situation. If I could have only one day…one day, I would be happy to be with him. I grabbed at the rosary around my neck with my leather-gloved hand. Trying to rub away the tears proved unsuccessful, for they still streamed down my heartbroken face.

I felt it…I instantly grabbed my chest, and clenched my teeth as the agonizing pain tore through my body. Ability to breath proved more difficult with every struggle. I knew what had happened as I slumped forward on the steering wheel, and as the truck crashed into a church.
Heart attack.
As I die, I realized that maybe it won’t be as terrible. Maybe…just maybe I would see Matt again. I wanted to be with him no matter what…
My body relaxed, and I let Death take me away.

Please, God. Let me be with him again…please…

Opening his eyes to blinding white light, Mello was slightly confused about where he was. All was made clear as he saw what was most important to him, standing before him.
“……Matt……”