Tinted Gold [Death Note, Mello/Matt, Nc-17]

Tinted Gold by 0-Kelly-0

I don’t like making eye contact with people, it’s too direct. He says I hide behind my goggles; I say the world looks much friendlier tinted with gold. The world as Matt sees it. The Wammy days and beyond. Matt x Mello Complete

This one is fucking awesome. Thats it. The whole awesomeness starts with how this all could be from Death Note, just outside from the actual happenings. After that you get to the part how the whole writing style is all about cynical and pessimistic thinking. It is just perfect.

The plot in itself isnt so original. Its starts with Matt going to orphanage and sharing a room with Mello and how they become best friends. Then Mello leaves and Matt is all alone again. Near gets Matt to come with him and that way to find Mello. They meet again, kiss, make up and together they hunt Kira. Yep. Nothing new about that.

The whole reason why this is awesome is how Matt thinks. To be more accurate, its more like how Matt sees the world through his goggles (everything has a little more gold in them). Somehow all that makes it just feel like there is no purpose behind anything and things just happen without reason. All that is just so simple and nothing special, so you cant stop reading. Like fucking seriously.

Okey. I havent even read this through yet (3 or less chapters left) but I just couldnt wait. Just no way. This is just.. Perfect. Thats it. Ha. Okey, I have to admit. Maybe one reason why I like this so much is because Matt kinda thinks the same way like I do. Sometimes I even get this feeling that if I knew how to write, like I really knew how to write, I would totally write shit like this. Just because at the same time shit matters but the same time its shit and doesnt really matter at all.

Maybe you have lost there somewhere but I dont give a shit. This one is perfect, awesome, whatever. I would even go so far and say that this is one of those reasons why I take so much crap while reading bad fiction, because in the end there are pearls like this one. Maybe it takes forever to find them but when you find them and read them you just cant not to fall in love. Like seriously.

So go and read this, please. I dont give a crap if you dont know a thing about Death Note. Just read. And if you didnt find any reason in my explanation to read this I kinda quoted a part from the fic (all the credits goes to the writer, cant froget that) to here. I know its long and its not so nice to quote peoples fics but I just had to. This is just perfect.

The world is so fake. The woman at the grocery store doesn't smile because she's genuinely glad to see you—she's smiling because her livelihood depends on that smile. No one cares about anyone else, not really. Everything's for mutual benefit. People get married because they need financial security, they want children, (because society expects you to go forth and reproduce or else you're a failure,) or they're just afraid of being lonely. 

You'll always be looking out for number one, just like everyone else; because that's the kind of world we live in. Those few, few cases where someone genuinely cares…those are the people that get trampled on. Those are the people who look up at the sky and wonder why it's raining, why it's bittersweet; those are the people who smile back at the woman in the grocery store. Not because they feel obligated by common courtesy, but because they're too naïve to realize that the world's not really golden. As soon as someone rips that from their eyes, and the world shows its true colors, do they realize how empty that gold was—just a tint, an overlay, a shield from reality. 

People go to the doctor because they're so sad that they're sick. Antidepressants make the world a little brighter—but what about the people who believe that the world really is good? What about the people who are happy? No one prescribes them pills to knock them back to reality. No, because those are the people that the rest of us feed off of. Their hope, however lame and fake, gives us a little. Just a little. Something to believe in, grasp to. Because that's what we do—grasp for comforts that will never be real, never be there. 

Reality hurts—it's not very easy to get used to something like that.