A/N: Set between the deaths of Matt and Mello. Mello's POV.

Shit. I didn't know it would come down to this. Well, I knew there was a good, no, excellent chance of Matt getting killed, but I didn't know his death would traumatize me enough for me to bring out my pocket Ouija Board. I don't believe in spirits. Saints, yes. Spirits, no.

I didn't know that I cared enough about Matt to actually resort to using an Ouija Board to try to communicate with him.

I was desperate.

I loved him, but it took his death to make me realize it.

What a fool I was. What a stupid, stupid, gay fool whose eyes would never grace the pearly gates of Heaven.

God was probably ashamed of me for wearing his rosary around my neck.

But Heaven was closed to me now. There wouldn't be a second chance. And I would die soon anyway. That stupid bitch in the back probably had a piece of the Death Note with her.

So I decided to give the board a whirl.

Me: "Matt, are you there?"

I waited a few moments, and then I snorted. How stupid I was. Spirits weren't real. Matt's ghost wasn't real. I began to put the board back in my pocket, and then I felt the planchette move.

I whipped it out and held it in my palm again, spelling out the letters into words.

"Y - E - S."

Heart thudding, I spoke again.

"What's my real name?" I had to be sure that this really was Matt, and not some form of twisted gravity or some otherworldly spirit deciding to play games with my head.

"M - I - H - A - E - L - K - E - E - H - L."

I swallowed roughly and was almost tempted to throw the Ouija board out the window, but I held on to it in the vain hopes that Matt and I could talk like this. The logical part of my brain told me that it was probably something to do with shifting gravity fields or some other scientific bullshit like that, but the illogical part of my brain, the part that still believed in monsters in the closet, told me that this was the real deal, that it was really Matt moving the triangle around to the letters.

"Matt, I have to tell you something."

"G - O - A - H - E - A - D."

I blinked. I thought Matt would've been insanely mad at me for killing him, and especially for killing him before he got his last smoke. But he didn't yell at me via Ouija board. Maybe he didn't have the energy to yell at me, or maybe he knew that I wouldn't listen to him anyway. Or maybe he just accepted the fact that he was dead and had moved on already.

"Matt...I...I just want to tell you that..."

I paused, unsure of what to say. Here I was, a Mafia leader never short on words or chocolate, and I was tongue tied.

After a few moments of this silence, the triangle began to move again.

"S - P - I - T - I - T - O - U - T."

Matt. There he was. My adorable, impatient, cancer-stick-loving Matt. And somehow, I found my voice.

"I love you."

Pause. HUGE pause. In which I thought Matt had disappeared for good.

"I'm not lying," I said, in a vain attempt to make Matt believe that I was telling the truth.

And then, just as I was about to start the truck and give up all hope, I saw the little triangle move again.

"I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U - T - O - O."

And then the triangle stopped moving, and when I whispered, "Matt?" there was no answer.

When I whispered, "Is a spirit trying to get in contact with me?" the triangle spelled out "N - O."

And I realized that Matt had moved on already, moved on because he was finally complete. My declaration had made him complete, and he was no longer a spirit, but a saint. Somewhere.

And I believed in saints.

Smiling, I pocketed the Ouija board, and a few hours later, when I felt my heart squeeze tightly inside my chest, somehow, it didn't hurt so much.

Because after this, I'd be with Matt again, and we'd be saints together.