Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN OR MAKE MONEY FROM THE ANIME DEATH NOTE

AN: I ended up not writing out the death day fic i intended, but here is a little drabble...death in a way

Suggested listening: The Moment I Knew – Taylor Swift (yeah I listen to her, so what?

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He may not have been wearing a dress, or dolled up in makeup with his hair pulled back in some fashionable way, with painted nails and jewels across his neck—but he was still standing there, in his plain ordinary clothing, waiting, for a person who he was beginning to wonder was going to show.

He glanced at his phone again; so many hours late and no reply. How many texts had been sent? Calls?

People were starting to stare. He was there on his own, there must be something untoward happening. Right? Maybe there was, just not with him.

He promised. Always promised.

Nine o'clock passed and he ordered a full dinner instead of the coffees he had been sipping since five. He was not hungry, but be damned if he wasn't going to go through the motions...he would have leftovers tomorrow.

The waitress gave him a knowing look, and he smiled back. Everyone there, knew.

And now, so did he.

Mello wasn't coming.

He would probably come strolling through the apartment door three days from now, reeking of gun powder residue, and blood, and trying to play off a mission or failed coup against him. But there would always be that extra little scent, the one that had him wondering why it was always on Birthdays, Christmas or Anniversaries that Mello never made it home any more.

He asked for a take-home box after only a few bites, not being able to stomach more. He felt sick. He paid—leaving a generous tip—and left, and as he walked home in the windy, snow storm, his phone rang.

"Sorry, I can't make it. I tried-" Mello grumbled through the other line.

"I'm sure you did," Matt gave a tired sigh. The package in his jacket, something small he knew Mello would have loved, felt heavier than it should have.

"I will be home late. Don't wait up." And the phone clicked.

Matt slipped it back into his pocket, thankful his goggles his his eyes. He did not want to be stopped for the expression he surely wore.

Not once had it been mentioned that they had been together for nearly a decade, that day.

"Happy Anniversary, Mihael..." He whispered.

In that moment, he knew.

This was the end.