One Regret

OneShot.

"What are you worrying about, now?"

His smile was like a small child in a toy store, and he had this angelic glow around him as he hovered over me. His hands were on his hips and his eyes shimmering behind yellow-tinted goggles. We both knew that it could have been the last time we'd ever see each other, or see anything, for that matter. So how could be so optimistic?

"Hey," he placed his hand on my head, ruffling my hair a bit. If it was any other day I would have smacked his hand away and cussed him out, but today I just wanted to have him touch me one last time. "Don't think such gloomy thoughts. We're gonna get out of this together. I promise you we will. We'll make it through."

I felt so small sitting on the ground with my arms on my knees and my head on my arms. Like a child. I adverted my eyes away from him and studied the carpet. How I wish now that I had stared at him longer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him kneel down to my level, his hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly. I should have been annoyed, but I didn't have any energy left.

"Mello."

His voice was all of a sudden so sad. I had no choice but to look at him and see his eyes through the shades. I saw through his optimistic eyes.

"Go." I said that one word into the phone in my hand. The last word I'd ever say to him.

Mello.

As I got Takada on my bike and drove through the crowd of unknowing citizens, I thought of him. I thought about what he was doing at that moment. What was he thinking about? Was he thinking about me? Was he scared? Did he have any regrets? Do I have any regrets?

"The identity of the man shot and killed in the red car is still unknown. Officials are looking for his accomplice as we speak."

I saw the fear.

"Matt…I got you killed…sorry."

I saw the sadness.

Do I have any regrets?

I love you, Mello.

Anger pumped through my veins as I gripped the steering wheel of that stupid bus. That bitch is in the back. In this car. I have to kill her. I have to. For him.

Yeah. I have one regret.

My chest surged. My eyes widened. My body shook.

"No…Matt…You promised."

I never said it back to him.

"Oi, baka!"

Matt?

"What are you crying for?"

That voice…

"Get up! It's not over yet! We still have to kick that bitch Kira's ass!"

It is him…

He grunts as I tackle him, my arms pushing him back as I throw myself on him.

"What the heck? What are you doing?"

"Matt…I love you."