Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime Death Note or the line of lyrics I mention in order to show where my idea came from.

-Rust-

Mello lay awake for a few long moments, precious seconds he knew he should not waste, and yet the reality of the situation was having a hard time sinking in. He deftly felt the roughly fashioned inner walls of the coffin with a cold stone forming in his gut.

He was nailed inside. Shut away and marked for death. He could almost feel the heat by the soles of his bare feet, and knew that they meant to burn him alive; cremate him. For a brief second fury flooded his mind. How fucking dare they? He was Mello, he made them what they were!

How. Fucking. Dare. They.

And then the heavy crematorium doors were opened and his mind was forced to focus on the problem at hand. He growled loudly, and banged on the insides as hard as he could, demanding to be let out.

There was an awkward moment where those carrying him paused, allowing him hope, before he was being moved again. Had he only been dropped off to be murdered, then the top would have been in the process of being pried off. The fact that it wasn't, meant he was surrounded by the mafia-his fucking mafia.

He grit his teeth as he felt the coffin be set down. He thought of the scars already marring his body, burns he was awarded from loyalty to them. And this was what he got in return, a Ku?

Well fuck them.

His mind, racing racing racing, evaluated his situation. He was naked, upon inspection of his lower half, with no weapons or means of escape from the nailed coffin, and no one that was or would be loyal to him nearby.

He could plead for his life, try to bargain, or reason with them. The first option was nixed by his pride, and the second by the fact that he held nothing of value to them or he would not be in this position. The last was useless, they were fools. Fools did not listen to Gods.

He felt the coffin slowly move down the line, automated tracks wheeling him to his death.

He slammed his fist on the top, and screamed out his frustration. How could he die like this? How?

The doors slammed shut and the heat was scorching, fire all around him and growing more and more intense-

Mello closed his eyes, forcing calm over himself, playing his fingers where his rosary should have rested-bastards did not even let him keep it-and waited.

Only the bottom of the coffin dropped out, a hand over his mouth, and he was being dragged underneath the damn crematorium by an oddly dressed savior.

What. The. Fuck?

-Rust-

AN: I'm not dead i promise. Just cant sleep and because of that I can't focus long enough to actually edit anything like RN at the moment. So you get this... which i think might turn into more than a oneshot. So I will keep this open.

I know lyrics are not allowed, but how am I supposed to show you what gave me inspiration if not for a few lines of lyrics, that i do not claim ownership of under any form?

"I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale
I can see the coffin shining through my tinted window
Must've missed the sign that said it was a fire sale

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral
To make sure that I stay dead" - M. Manson - Four Rusted Horses.

And that is what spawned this... I think it is pretty self explanatory. :)