No Time To Live:

A/N: You know those stories that WON'T leave you alone, even when you have four billion other ones you're trying to write? Yeah, that's this. I really don't wanna let this one go, and I don't think it's been done before (at least I haven't read it) and if it has, I'll definitely do it differently. May have OOCness, a lot of swearing, and Mello not being nice. I warned you. Not a very pretty story, but it IS supposed to be a tragedy. MAY or MAY NOT include a lemon, not positive yet. The beginning may seem strange, just go with it. And please, please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Meh.

Chapter 1: Mello

Do we all know the extent of our own selfishness? I don't want you to believe that I'm a whack job spouting nonsense to anyone who'll listen; think that and I'll blow your brains out, soak the up with your entrails, and feed them to your mother.

What I'm trying to say here is that we spend all of the countless hours of our lives sitting on our fat lazy asses (though for the record, my ass is not fat) complaining about how unfair life is when, in truth, we try nothing to change it. We just mutter to ourselves and then switch the channel on the tv, or find a different way to waste our time. We don't face the facts because we don't want to hear them.

People die. Yeah, bullshit, Mello's teaching us something we didn't already know. But some of those people deserve to stay alive much more than we do. But they don't. They die, and we live, and when you know this is happening, it hurts. It hurts more than you can imagine when you're right there, wishing the person lived instead of you.

Ow, ow, motherfucking, OW. I tried to pick myself up off the pavement, but moving wasn't really an option at this time. My arm hurt like a bitch,. Glass was stuck in my skin, and the rest of me wasn't much better. Well, at least I was lucky and didn't get run over by a car. The crash had stopped all the traffic flow on this part of the highway right now. Frickin' car came out of nowhere. And you bet your asses when I could use my arm again, the damn bastards were going to have multiple bullets in their skulls. From me.

Great. Now people are getting out of their cars. A lady screams, "Call an ambulance," and I try to reply with, "No, dipshit", but it seems the best I could manage was a groan. Ow. Those bastards really weren't getting out lightly on this one. Damn car fucking hurt.

I hear sirens now, getting closer. Which is good, because my vision's starting to fade, and the pain's getting pretty unbearable; and I have a really high pain tolerance. I close my eyes, ignoring the frantic shouts for me to "hang on, just a little bit longer". Trust me, I'm going nowhere. I haven't gotten my revenge yet.

Even so, I can't help but wonder if it is really it. I drifted into darkness, and everything became incoherent.

Well, I guess for once God listened to me, and approved about killing those people. Huh. Because now I'm waking up in the hospital, most of my body covered by bandages and unmovable from casts. Great. You couldn't have healed my injuries while at it, could you? …Didn't think so.

"Oh, Doctor!" I turned my head and groaned. Of course I'd have the bimbo blonde chick as my nurse. Okay, so maybe God was punishing me. "He's awake!"

I haven't even been awake for two minutes and I want to leave. This blows.

Well, that was until the doctor walked in. Then, I wanted to die.

Light frickin' I'm-a-gay. Of course he's my doctor. I'd heard about him, of course. He was famous at my school. Pictures of him line the halls. So young and one of the best doctors Japan has ever seen, and he's not even out of college yet. Now, excuse me while I puke.

The nurse, "Miss Amane", as I'm-a-gay referred to her as, was infatuated with him. She followed him around like a puppy-dog, and if her head nodded one more time, I swear it was going to fall off.

"Hello," Light said, looking down at his clipboard, "Mr. …"

"Mello," I said, immediately starting to cough. God, my throat hurts like a bitch. The Amane chick ran over to me, worry on her face. Like staring at me was going to help, idiot. She practically shoved a glass of water down my throat, which did help, not that I was going to tell her that.

"Nice thinking," I'm-a-gay said, inflating the blonde's little head even more. He turned back to me, a small smile, and the, "I'm so banging that chick" look on his face. "So Mello, you have a broken arm, a fractured wrist, some broken ribs, and minor cuts and bruises all over you. It should take you about five to seven weeks for you to heal, but you'll only need to be in the hospital for two or so." He could tell that even after a few minutes, I was getting really restless.

"For now, I just suggest you get a lot of rest and take it easy. I wouldn't be getting on that bike if I were you any time soon," he warned, but I knew that as soon as my arm healed, I'd be back on it, with a banner on the back saying, "Fuck you, Light". That guy severely pisses me off.

Light cleared his throat uncomfortably, glancing between me and Amane. "Yes, well," he cleared his throat, "if you are alright I have other patients to attend to. Are you coming, Miss Amane?"

Misa grinned and nodded at him, following his lead as they headed toward the door.

"Thanks, Doctor," I said. "But don't attend to her too hard!" He choked and closed the door, but not before I caught a glimpse of red outside my door. I shook my head, falling back onto the pillow for more sleep. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

A/N:

Lol, I couldn't resist. So, I guess Mello doesn't like Light? (Sorry Light fans, but I had to. ;D I might stop calling him I'm-a-gay, cuz it's a pain to type out. D:)

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Till then!