Stay back, fangirls

A teenage L, a 6 anno old Matt, and a middle aged Watari, walked into the little country on the corner of the strada, via 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,...

i guess this one isnt sad this time :D


Hey guys i'm Matt,

I was born in England in 1990 on February 1st. My parents were killed when i was young which resulted in me been brought up in Wammys House. At the moment im the third successor of L, the worlds bestest detective. Mello, who is the secondo sucsessor of L, is my best friend and has been since i was brought to Wammys. He is determind to be the first successor to L but Near has that title, and Mello is not a happy bunny about it. I guess ive had a hard life, growing up with people who only want to study and watching my parents been killed...

a little sad fic for matt.

Mello had always been your best friend.

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

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

The one who knew what te feared,

What made te laugh,

And what made te hurt.

The one person that actually cared for te and te 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 te hadn't Lost your temper, if te had just listened to...