yet another sad fic

Mello and I sat on the sofa staring at the blank computer screen. I could tell Mello was nervous about what we were going to do. Knots twisted in my stomach, there was an 80% chance we would die, actually probably higher.

Mello went to take a bite from his chocolate but set it down on the table.

"You sure tu wanna do this?" I looked up at the blonde and smiled.

"I was born ready Mel" mello held the rosary around his neck, tight. He always played with it when he was nervous.

"And you're not afraid of dying? Matt we may not make this!"

"I know Mel but we have to try" I picked up...

A teenage L, a 6 año old Matt, and a middle aged Watari, walked into the little country on the corner of the calle 5 blocks fro Wammy's.

"Sorry, Matt. I know the interview viered off track but I needed to get ore cake," l said, smileing down at Matt a little. Matt just nodded shyly and continued to play his gameboy.

They started heading toward the desert isle when Matt bumped into a snobby looking lady.

"Ugh! Whose bloody brat is this!" she shouted in her thick british accent. Matt took a few steps away fro her but ended up bumping into a bunch of other people who were just as rude.

"Watch it,...