[-chapter 2-]

"hmm, I'm pretty sure I heard someone in here…" the goggled boy mumbles, looking up from his Gameboy and around the music room.

Staring gob smacked at the boy, …where have I seen him before..?.. Shifting through my memories for anything standing out, I somehow link him with Deathnote.

One second became two until, …OH SHIT, MATT?!.....AS IN MAIL JEEVAS?!...from…DEATHNOTE?!... Just accepting the fact as I can panic later on I wave my arm in from of him…can…he not see me?... whaaa…?

Matt appears to survey the room once more before turning to leave, "Hmm".

Reaching out to stop him my hand flows right through him with a few stray wisps, my heart clenches with hopelessness. Remembering how the bullets shot through his body and he crumbled to the ground, but to see him in person and not on a screen, I feel something prick my eyes. Reaching up to my face, droplet cascaded down my face falling into my hands…always getting too… attached to fictional characters…

Shaking my head to shove away the sorrow, I step towards him- Creek~ …Oh crap… His head snaps in my direction, looking right through me.

His eyes squints through his goggles, glaring at where I stand. Looking down I notice imprints in the carpet with an outline my combat shoes, lifting one I hear him gasp while the cigarette fell from his lips.

Panicked he exclaims, "SHIT!" as he stomps where his eternal deodorant landed in an attempt to put it out.

Covering my smirk, I stifle my laughter…His…panicked….face….. PRICELESS!...HAHAHA … A chuckle escapes me and soon becomes full blown laughter. After most of my snickering depletes, I lean forward and clutch my abdomen in both pain and amusement.

Another gasp is heard, as I feel someone staring but subconsciously dismissed it as I collapse to the ground trying to cease the rest of my laughter. All tensions leave my body as my core muscles start to twitch from under my shirt, when I finally get myself back together. After a few seconds have past, I stand back up with a slight chuckle here and there.

Rubbing my eyes slightly, I make eye contact with Matt, who seems to be in shock, and freeze. He appeared to be looking at me this time, not through me…oh shit…oh..shitohshitohshit…

Going for a shot in the dark, I slowly rising my hand to wave slightly and smile politely with all the awkwardness in the world.

"uh, hey..?" I speak out breathy with a minor echo.

Still staring at me, "what." was the only response given…

…Welp converse with a hot FICTIONAL guy has failed… bail, I repeat, BAIL!!!… Backing away slowly, I suddenly start to feel lighter. Glancing down I notice that my body has began to be see-through again. The sound of an intake of air breaks me out of my observations. Turning to face Matt, he begins.

Rising his shoulders in a shrug dismissing what just happened, before returning his attention to the Gameboy, starting the game again as retro game music resonates from it, "eh."

"ah. Wat?" escapes my mouth in a air-y way.

Matt's chest rumbles in amusement as he smirks, "Another words I don't mind that you're here. As long as you don't hurt anyone here or myself, we're all good. But you should also be careful because if it was Roger or anyone else, you would probably have some detectives after your ass and I must say though your quite hot for a ghost~."

"Wait, so, your-like-not gonna question how I got here or what I am- Wait don't answer that,- wait haven't your already-" my voice cuts and starts as I try to come up with a proper sentence-completely ignoring the last sentence-, "uhhhhg, just one moment, I -uh- need to form a sentence cause-you know- English words 'n' all dat jazz…"

Covering my face with my hands, I curl up into a ball feeling warmth spread through my cheeks.

More chuckles reach my ears, pulling me to look up from my curled-up position. Tilting head slightly to the side, I watch him. Brown locks -seemly tamed-, dark eyes that sometimes reflect the light from the game, long fingers that dance across the controls.

"Well?" looking up from his game to me with a smirk.

I stare back confused as nothing pops up in my mind, "Umm, what were we talking about again? Apologies for forgetting," I scratch the back of my neck with 3 fingers, -pointer, middle and ring-(an old habit).

He stares at me for a moment then returns to his game, "You were forming a- You know what nevermind," a sigh resinates from his chest.

Bringing my knees to my chest again -somehow floating-, slowly drifting from side to side to bring some comfort, I stare at his eyes.

"hnnn," He responds, "well have fun with your haunting and stuff, I'm going to go find my friend and make sure he hasn't killed anyone yet."

Matt pivots on his foot turning towards the old English style door, probably going to go find Mello, leaving behind a circular misty path -somehow being produced from his chest-.

Tilting my head, my gaze follows him escape behind the doors as he still leaves behind a trail. Gazing at the trail for a while, I start to get lost in my thoughts. …Hmmm… you know what… I'll follow him!... The feeling of a small but bright smile twitch at the edge of my lips, I begin to follow through the route Matt had made.