matt

A teenage L, a 6 年 old Matt, and a middle aged Watari, walked into the little country on the corner of the 通り, ストリート 5 blocks fro Wammy's.

"Sorry, Matt. I know the interview viered off track but I needed to get ore cake," L（デスノート） 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,...

a little sad fic for matt.

Mello had always been your best friend.

The only one to see あなた cry, the first to make あなた smile when あなた arrived, the only one to welcome あなた as a friend.

He was the one who whispered 'its okay, i'm here' through the tear filled nights

The one who knew what あなた feared,

What made あなた laugh,

And what made あなた hurt.

The one person that actually cared for あなた and あなた cared for him.

Like brothers, just closer.

And now that hes gone, you're breaking.

Disappearing in the early morning then not returning.

You blame yourself.

If あなた hadn't ロスト your temper, if あなた had just listened to...