Reboot
Summary: What if you could redo your life over...what if you could literally turn off and restart it. It may have been a joke at the time, but Mail Jeevas unknowingly sets the stage to 'Reboot' his life, and in addition, he gives L Lawliet, and Mihael Keehl another chance at life. Perhaps starting over won't change the outcome...only provide the same tragic end...but Mail was ready try. He was a gamer; he could defeat the main boss 'KIRA' and save the lives of his fellow players as well! Or so he hoped...
Anime: Death Note
Pairing: Mello/Matt
Rated: M for Mature Content in Later Chapters
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January
26
2010
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Matt looked into the review mirror of his red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454, his gloved fingers parting as he took his fag in hand and took a drag before pulling the cancer stick from between his lips as he took a sharp right.
He placed it back between his lips, a foreboding feeling in his heart as he observed his surroundings. "Damn! The cars got ahead of me; how many damn bodyguards does woman need?!"
He shook his head and cursed mentally as he was forced to swerve into a stop, suddenly surrounded by no less than a dozen federal black cars.
His watch flashed from his wrist which he covered with his shirt, it'd been flashing since twelve in the morning, the second today became today. 'Worst case scenario...' he grabbed something from the passenger seat. It looked like a detonator of some kind...and in some ways, he guessed it was. He got out with his hands held high, "Hey, c'mon," speaking as a memory flashed before him.
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February
1
2000
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"You..."
Green eyes turned to an old woman sitting on the bench across from where he stood. At a first glance, the woman looked like a cracked statue, but at closer inspection, Matt could see that those cracks were scars.
"You talkin' to me?" He asked, a pair of orange tinted goggles covered his eyes with messy auburn red hair falling over the black straps of said goggles.
"I see something..."
"...and?" He pocketed both hands slightly unnerved by the mystic like air around the elder woman. On another note, he didn't really like talking to strangers in the first place, and not for any of those 'stranger danger' reasons, but because what few things he did have to say he'd rather not waste on people he didn't know.
"Death...is in your future..."
Matt laughed, "Death is in everyone's future. We all die...sooner or later." He turned to leave.
"Your birthday is today...yes?" The old woman croaked out.
Matt froze, how anyone other than him, Mello, Near and the others at Wammy's Orphanage knew that, was beyond him. He supposed she could have heard someone say 'Happy Birthday' to him. It had happened frequently today, after all.
"I believe...your name was...ah, I can't be sure..."
Matt sighed a breath of relief.
"...but Matt, no...Mail, yes...that's it."
Matt turned his full attention to the woman and moved closer so that all she said was heard by him and him alone.
"You will listen, now?"
"Obviously..."
She nodded and pulled out a silver grip with a red button atop it. "You play video games...yes?"
"...yeah..."
"Then, a gift. In exactly nine years, eleven months and twenty-five days...you will die. Nineteen years old...is too young for anyone to die, child...so I'll give you this gift. A reset button for your life, if ever you choose to use it, if for any reason you feel life should have gone differently, if not for yourself, someone else perhaps."
"...three thousand, six hundred and forty-seven days...till I die."
She cackled, "Till you die..."
"Can you give me a time as well?"
"I'm no angel or messenger to deliver you from death, Mail...I am but a passing stranger with a gift."
"What does that mean?"
"I can't give you all the pieces to the puzzle..."
He looked at the extended hand, it was boney and pale. He took the silver grip in his hand and looked at it curiously before turning his eyes back to the old woman, only to find her gone. He felt something touch his shoulder and brushed it off, watching a feather drift to the ground, he lifted it and frowned.
"Happy Birthday...Mail..."
Matt grinned, setting his watch to a countdown of exactly eighty-seven thousand five hundred twenty-eight hours. '...game on.'
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January
26
2010
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"Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry around such big guns?" His thumb traced the button in a circular motion. He'd been ready for this, in case it really happened. "You got me." He looked at the guns pointing at him; he was a genius, he knew that they'd fire. "I'm part of this whole kidnapping incident." It didn't mean he shouldn't try to reason logic with them. "That means you'll have a lot of questions to ask. You won't shoot-"
-Bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! Bang...!-
"What an idiot. You probably wouldn't have told us anything, anyway. And, death is the only way to pay for crimes against Kira."
Matt slid down the door of his car, his thumb pressed hard on the button in the sudden shock of being assaulted by so many bullets at once. His eyes, lifeless behind his cracked orange goggles, were blurred with tears not allowed to fall.
Unknown to the world that would continue here...another was being created at that very moment. Life was going to change for a few people, but would the end be the same, or could the outcome possibly be changed?
Two worlds...with the same players...the same plotline...the same places and extreme events...is it possible that they have different paths to which one can walk?
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February
1
2000
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Matt blinked down curiously at his finger which was holding the button of the grip he'd been given only a short while ago. "...I...pressed it?"
"Happy Birthday...Mail..."
Matt frowned, "...Déjà vu?" He looked down at his other hand which held a white feather. He noted his watch blinking on his wrist and his eyes widened. '...does that mean...' His hand suddenly gripped the air as the grip in his hand vanished from sight. 'I guess...I only have one life left.'
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Me: Here is chapter one. I was playing with this idea for a few days, and, so...yeah; anyways, late Happy Birthday to Mail Jeevas (Matt), who would be twenty-three today if he were still alive. LOVE YOU MATT! Review and let me know what you think, Ja!