A/N: This is my procrastination. This is my way of getting out of finishing my sci-fi for my class –sighs deeply in shame- I hope you enjoy. First comes Matty, because I say so. Then Nia, and lastly L.

Matt shook violently in the silence. The questions in his mind pounded him with more intensity than before, but something inside him said that a smoke was far from what he needed right now. He struggles to hold the phone still and stares just at the wall. Not at Mello's limp form laying on the floor. Not at all the broken furniture or glass. Just at the wall. He was cold; when had it gotten do god-damned cold in this shit hole?! His stomach gurgled a complaint, but he knew now was certainly not the time.

"Pick up," he willed with a whisper, wondering what the fuck was taking so long. Come to think of it, though, he had never actually seen the kid walk, but whatever. Technicalities were the last thing on his mind. He just needed to save Mello. There was too much blood, too much. He could still hear the echoes of the fight, the yelling and screaming. The hatred was drifting about, eventually settling itself onto Matt's shoulders just like everything else in the goddamned world.

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. His mouth went dry, and the cold was numbing him. Just breathe, he told himself. Just breathe a bit longer to tell Nia. To tell him what Mello did. To make sure someone can help him…help me…No. No, the world was fading fast. He wasn't going to make it…he wasn't…

Everything went black. Matt had failed.

Nia twirled a hair around his finger, slowly making his way over to the phone where his old comrade's voice apparently waited. But when he made it, the line was dead, letting out a constant ominous whining noise. His face hardened. He felt it. Something was wrong. Usually he wouldn't trust such an instinct, but this was different. Why would Matt suddenly call? Certainly not to say hello. No, this was something serious.

"Halle, please track the number. We need to find him as soon as possible. Also, contact L for me. I need him to know what exactly is going on as soon as we know it."

L certainly wasn't expecting the call to happen so soon. It was so out of the blue, so random. But he almost knew what had happened. The two previous Wammy boys had been a toxic couple to begin with, slowly poisoning each other as each day passed. He had watched it, theorized silently about it, and proven it the day Matt left to follow his blond friend. He was prepared for this, more so than Nia ever could be, anyway.

"Are you there?" Nia's voice spoke through the receiver. Though it was too quiet to tell over the phone, it was easy enough to know the boy was shaken. This was not a job for him.

"Thank you, Nia. I'll have to ask you to leave this to me." L knew exactly what had to be done for there to be healing right now. They wouldn't like it at all, but they were in no place to make the decision. His word was law, and his law was separation.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Background on the fight coming next chapter :D

Reviews encouraged, critique welcomed.

Ayane.