Warnings: suggestive (sfw), poly relationship, SPOILERS, ANGST BUT THEY'RE OKAY, use of Y/N
THIS IS GONNA BE SO BAD OKAY I'M SORRY I DON'T FEEL GOOD I WANNA LAY IN MY ROOM AND EAT SWEETS AND WATCH SAIKI BUT ILY GUYS SO HOPE THIS IS GOOD -S
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The plan was explained to you that day. They agreed you would stay in the car Matt was driving since leaving you alone could leave you in danger of being found or taken into custody. Mello would be the one to actually take Takada while you and Matt would distract her bodyguards by creating a smokescreen. They only mentioned Kira once, but you could understand the point of all of this. You knew that the only way for them to help Near was to die.
The car ride was silent most of the way. Matt couldn’t even muster up the words to hit on you. He knew he was going to die tonight; if not him then definitely Mello. Poor Mello. He remembered Mello telling him back in the day about how much he loved you, that he wanted to run away with you and live far away from everything. You didn’t even really get to say goodbye to him. Probably for the best since Mello wouldn’t have the balls to leave you if you gave him puppy dog eyes.
He fired the first shot of smoke outside the car window. You covered your ears from the passenger seat, not wanting to hear the noise of the gunfire and confused screaming. You drove off with him, watching behind you as Mello pulled up to Takada. A police chase began between you two and the authorities protecting Takada.
”Don’t worry, Babe. Everything’s gonna be fine,” Matt assured you. You had to admit he was hot. His laid back personality mixed with his good looks made him nearly impossible for you to look away. You wondered if he would come with you and Mello. You wondered if he would still be there when all of this was over. You wondered…
Police cars surrounded the two of you in a perfect circle. Matt lit a cigarette and looked out the window. As the men raised their guns at the car, Matt unbuckled his seatbelt, gave you a quick (not really) and meaningless (definitely not) kiss.
”I’ll be right back, Babe. Don’t get out.” He opened the door and stepped out with his hands up.
”Hey, come on! Give me a break! Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry around such big guns? You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you’ll have a lot of questions to ask.” He paused. “You won’t shoot-“
The sound of gunfire filled the surrounding area. All pointed at Matt. Instead of hiding away from the sound however, you watched. Dozens of bullets hit Matt. His blood stained the ground. He hit the ground, his blood staining the car window. You screamed, not caring if the police could hear you or not. You stepped out, hands up and shaking.
”Please don’t shoot! He kidnapped me! I wasn’t part of this!” You lied for your own survival. You opened the back door of the car, laying his body across the back seat. You weren’t just going to leave him there. You needed to bring him back. That’s what he deserved. One of the men talked into his comm, telling the receiver there was a second hostage. Before they could take you in for questioning however, you ran to the driver’s seat. Matt’s blood transferred from your hands to the wheel as you drove off. The car still smelled like him; smoke and natural scent. You couldn’t let yourself cry, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see the road ahead of you. Matt was dead. Behind you. In the back seat. All those years gone. You had to find Mello, wherever he was.
Meanwhile, Mello had Takada in the back of a delivery truck. He told her to undress and to put all of it in the box in front of her. Mello watched, pointing the gun at her. To be honest, he’d never really wanted to see a girl naked. Even with you he wanted it to be special. Seeing Takada like this made him feel nothing, but he hoped he could see you like this one day in better circumstances. He threw her the blanket, giving her a chance to cover herself.
The news of Matt’s death came to him through the radio. As for the suspect who was gunned down earlier, we’re still unable to identify him. The police are still tracking the remaining suspects.
“Matt. I never thought you’d be killed. I’m sorry,” he thought. Then, he remembered that you were also in that same car. What if you were… no. If you were dead, they would’ve also mentioned you. They didn’t. You had to still be alive. You had to. You needed to be.
You were. You were still driving. You had lost the police by now and were heading towards the location Mello was supposed to be at. Matt was still in the backseat. You drove in silence until you heard a small noise. You thought nothing of it, assuming it was the wind. But then, another. A cough. A breath. Matt. He was alive.
”You really have a way of getting us out of shit, Y/N,” Matt coughed, finally regaining consciousness. You screamed, pulling over.
”Matt?! What the hell?!” How was he alive?! It was all over the news that the police had killed him! You were there! He sat up more, taking off his blood soaked jacket and placing it next to him.
”Don’t worry Doll. All that matters is that we’re not dead. How’s Mello? Any news?”
”No. I was just heading there now,” You said, still shocked. Matt laughed.
”Well then. Guess we could always-“ You cut him off.
”I don’t want you losing more blood, idiot. Besides, I’m saving myself.” He knew what you meant. He knew you loved Mello more than anything. He wouldn't get in the way of that, but he still wanted you.
Mello was stopped in an old church. He knew he was going to die. Kira would write his name and he would die there. That wasn’t the case, since you had opened the door to the truck and gotten inside.
”Hello? Who are you?” The woman said, seeing a shadowy figure enter the vehicle. She could see your name. She could’ve killed you right there. She just had to write it. She couldn’t though, since you had taken the paper from her by force and eaten it without a second thought. You left her there, helpless and confused, but not without a phone.
”Go ahead. Call Kira. You won’t be able to kill any of us.” She picked up the phone before dialing. Meanwhile, you opened the door to the truck, finding Mello with his head against the wheel.
”Y/N? Y/N!” He kissed you before stepping out of the truck to greet you from outside.
”I missed you so much,” he said, crying into your neck. He genuinely thought he would never see you again. He was prepared to die thinking of your last moment together, the years you spent together, and the years to come. He wished in the moment for everything with you. He wanted to run away, to have a house, to have a life outside of all of this. Then, Matt stumbled out of the car coughing.
”Damn, Mello.” Mello was in shock. Matt, bloodied and covered in bullet holes. He couldn’t believe he was alive. It should’ve been impossible. The car was also extremely tattered, and the three of you were still being chased.
”I’ll drive. Take care of Matt in the back. I'll get us somewhere safe,” Mello said, stepping back into the driver’s seat of the truck. You checked for Takada in the back. She was gone, which was for the best. You helped Matt onto the ground before taking any available fabric and using it to smother the wounds. Upon further inspection you realized that none of the bullets were fatal, which was surprising but miraculous.
”Yknow… Mello really does like you…” he said, choosing his words carefully.
”But yknow… I like you too.” You stared at him blankly before kissing him. Suddenly, Mello’s voice filled the vehicle from the small window.
”Quit it you two.” You both laughed, which amused Mello as well. He wanted to see you both happy.
Mihael stood in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the three of you. Mail sat on the couch next to you playing his game. A few months had gone by since the kidnapping, and Near had caught Kira, who turned out to be Light Yagami just as L said. Now, the three of you were living away from everything just as planned. Mihael had married you in secret with Mail as a witness, but both of them considered themselves your husband, and considered each other husbands as well. It was a balanced and mutual love that the three of you shared. That was, however, until you found out you were pregnant.
Both men hoped it was theirs, but there was no way to tell, so the best they could do was help you in any way they could. They would stand outside on the porch watching the sunset while you slept, talking about what they’re going to do.
”So… this is really happening?” Mail asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. Mihael nodded, silently taking everything in. He’d cut his hair a few weeks ago, feeling the weight being taken off of his shoulders. Then, he spoke up.
”I don’t know what to do yet, but I know that this is all the right choice. Don’t ever regret this. I love you… and her… so much.”
