Our Father; DN; Mello; PG-13
Title: Our Father
Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Matt if you squint
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 330
Warnings: Angst, slight AU.
Summary: Mello realises that sometimes, you get more than what you bargained for... And that sometimes, things hurt.
A/N: For jenwryn, because I love her.
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Crumbled bricks crunch beneath his feet, and Mello sees what he's become.
He fingers the beads slung around his neck, feeling warmth dripping onto his hand: blood, dark red blood. Scarlet guilt staining his skin. He drops to his knees.
Hallowed be thy Name
In the dust there lay a pair of goggles.
Thy kingdom come
What had he hoped to accomplish? Not this. Anything but this.
He had been called cold, cruel and heartless before, but never had he felt such an ache in his chest, such a longing to fix things. "I'm sorry…" The words leave his mouth before he can stop them, and he closes his eyes.
Thy will be done, in Earth as it is in Heaven
The room grows dark, and in the distance Mello hears screams. He hears shuddering sobs, and wonders who's crying so heavily. Who's crying like they've just lost everything.
It takes him a while to realise that it's him.
Give us this day our daily bread
He picks up the goggles and holds them close. They are cold. They are his. The guilt is overwhelming. The hate for himself scares him.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…"
And lead us not into temptation
Mello stands, still clutching the goggles. Images of burning and destruction haunt him. Toppling buildings, the people screaming as one. A reckoning; the world grinding to a halt. Fire. War. Death.
The chaos would be better than the silence in this room.
But deliver us from evil
Bricks shift as he walks away. The morning sunlight filters into the room. There is glass, here, glittering and shiny. Here there is blood… here there are ashes.
He is not going to get out of this one alive, and frankly… He doesn't mind.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Frankly, he deserves it. Punishment, shall we say.
Amen.
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Fic started: 8th July 2009
Fic finished: 8th July 2009
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Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Matt if you squint
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 330
Warnings: Angst, slight AU.
Summary: Mello realises that sometimes, you get more than what you bargained for... And that sometimes, things hurt.
A/N: For jenwryn, because I love her.
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Crumbled bricks crunch beneath his feet, and Mello sees what he's become.
He fingers the beads slung around his neck, feeling warmth dripping onto his hand: blood, dark red blood. Scarlet guilt staining his skin. He drops to his knees.
Hallowed be thy Name
In the dust there lay a pair of goggles.
Thy kingdom come
What had he hoped to accomplish? Not this. Anything but this.
He had been called cold, cruel and heartless before, but never had he felt such an ache in his chest, such a longing to fix things. "I'm sorry…" The words leave his mouth before he can stop them, and he closes his eyes.
Thy will be done, in Earth as it is in Heaven
The room grows dark, and in the distance Mello hears screams. He hears shuddering sobs, and wonders who's crying so heavily. Who's crying like they've just lost everything.
It takes him a while to realise that it's him.
Give us this day our daily bread
He picks up the goggles and holds them close. They are cold. They are his. The guilt is overwhelming. The hate for himself scares him.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…"
And lead us not into temptation
Mello stands, still clutching the goggles. Images of burning and destruction haunt him. Toppling buildings, the people screaming as one. A reckoning; the world grinding to a halt. Fire. War. Death.
The chaos would be better than the silence in this room.
But deliver us from evil
Bricks shift as he walks away. The morning sunlight filters into the room. There is glass, here, glittering and shiny. Here there is blood… here there are ashes.
He is not going to get out of this one alive, and frankly… He doesn't mind.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Frankly, he deserves it. Punishment, shall we say.
Amen.
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Fic started: 8th July 2009
Fic finished: 8th July 2009
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