*AN: so this is the last chapter for this fic, I hope you like it! R&R, pretty please ^.^

**disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DeathNote or any of the characters therein. Oh, how I wish I did .

My name reverberated through my ears, ringing against my skull. Mello's voice didn't sound angry, more rough and resigned. I wondered whether this was an effect from the conversation I had just overheard or my presence in the room.

My breathing was so shallow I could barely hear it above the sound of my own heart beating against my ribcage. That thump-thump-th-thump sound filled my ears and drowned out all other noise.

Mello stared at me through stray locks of butter-gold hair, his cobalt eyes glued to my grey ones. I wanted him to do something, anything. Hit me, shout at me, something to say that this was still the same Mello I had thought I knew for the past ten years… but…nothing. He didn't move.

"I-I heard it, all of it." My voice was barely stronger than a whisper, and though it was still the same emotionless tone I used every day, there was a hint of something… fear, maybe? Or was it hope? I couldn't tell, but Mello could. His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second before closing completely. He looked back at the floor.

"I know."

"Y-you knew I was there?"

"Yes."

"Then….why-?" my mind would not stop and rest, it spun in circles, around and around. What was it about this boy that made me so unable to comprehend even the simplest thing?!

I didn't even know what I was asking him anymore. He said nothing, and I wasn't surprised. My question hadn't made sense to me, either.

I closed my eyes, and began to turn away. It didn't seem like Mello was going to beat me up, so it was probably best to leave now before it occurred to him to hit me. There was a sudden noise behind me, and I stopped in my tracks, wondering what he would do. Would I go back to my room with a bloody nose and bruises, or would my wish come true…?

A delicate weight on my shoulder made me jump. It was warm, and I could only surmise that it was Mello's hand. I opened my eyes as he turned me to face him, staring up at his gorgeous features with an all-too-hopeful expression. Mello leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine, still gripping my shoulder with his long fingers. I sighed softly, kissing Mello was everything I had thought it would be and more. His lips were soft and warm against mine, his breath tasted like chocolate.

My mind raced, trying to catch up the sequence of events that had led me to standing in an empty classroom kissing the boy I had loved for years, but the soft, warm weight of Mello's lips on mine and the way I could feel his heartbeat through the layers of leather and cotton that separated our chests drove all thought from my mind. I felt light, giddy, even.

Suddenly, he pulled away, looking down at me with warmth radiating from his blue, blue eyes. I could feel the blush creeping across my cheeks and my ears felt very hot. Staring into the blonde's face, I saw an expression I had never seen there before…. It was…. Love.

So that's it for this one, FLUFF and FLUFF. yes it is.

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