Title: A Dream Come True
Manga: Death Note
Pairing: Mello x OC
Rated: PG13 for now >__> might go up later?
Genre: Romance, Drama
Summary: Emi (an OC) has dreams about a mysterious boy who calls himself Mello, and then one day meets him in real life, after thinking for so long that hes just her imagination. Who is he, why was she dreaming of him, and how was he led to her?
Warning: none for now, its a clean fan fic :)

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This is my FIRST ever fanfic so be prepared for the worst >_<   Nevertheless, please read it if you have the time cuz I'll welcome any and all constructive critisist with open arms!
Also, I'm an lj newb so there aren't any fancy shmancy pics/layouts/colors.. srry :(:(


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INTRO:

Who is he..?

That boy..    .. blond hair..    ..dark eyes..

 

Who is he??

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Its been about a year now. I’ve been having strange dreams, one like a continuation of the other, all about a boy. The same boy every time; blond hair, dark eyes, slim figure... oh I could just go on and on about his features! Its like all those dreams made him a real person, but no, I’ve never met him, nor seen anyone like him. I’m sure of it.

As time passed I fell in love with him. I couldn’t believe myself... falling for someone—no, something—that was created by my own imagination. I tried liking other boys, but so far it’s only been a wasted effort. I just want him, and only him—Mello.

Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll have him, maybe not. But something happened, not long ago, that tells me my dreams might soon be coming true; I got a mysterious letter in the mail that spoke of my secret. It read:

 

Dear Emi,

 

If I have the wrong person, please excuse me, but if it is really you meet me at the Coke Cafe, 7pm,  this Thursday.

xxxMello

 

P.S. You’re better than you think you are. You just have to try.

PRT. 1

At first I thought it was some kind of joke, from one of my friends or something, because only people close to me call me ‘Emi’ (short for Emilie). But then again, I haven’t told anybody about this. (which really surprises even me, considering I’m usually a complete gossip) I decided to go anyways, just to check it out. I mean 7pm isn’t that late, and it’s the middle of the summer so it’s not that dark either. What could possibly happen?

Then, I read that last line, and I was convinced. “You’re better than you think you are. You just have to try,” were the words he always knew when to say to me, in my dreams. Now I felt like I just had to go!

And so I did.

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I wanted to look perfect for the night I might meet my dream guy, so it took me awhile to get ready; brushing/flossing/mouthwash for my teeth, face wash, make up, etc. etc.  (Unfortunately, though, my roots were showing at the time, and I wasn’t planning on getting it dyed again just for this. My natural hair color is brown, and at the time it was dyed a dirity-ish blond.)

Leaving my home with high spirits, I walked over to the Coke Cafe, which was only four blocks away. On the way there my trail of thought went in a cycle that was something like this: Will it really be him? Will I finally get to meet the boy of my dreams?! I hope he’s just like I imagined; caring, understanding, passionate, brave.. but then again, that’s waayy too good to be true. I’m just fooling myself. This’ll probably just be some creep. I mean, how did he find my address   anyways?!  But if it really is him, maybe he knew from the dreams. Oh I hope it’ll be him! Will it?

 

I arrived and looked around the tables. It was a classic/retro kinda place; small,fancy coffee tables in and outdoors, along with chairs all filled with spiral decors. The perfect setting! There was even a slight breeze coming from behind me that made my senses tingle, and my heart pound at my chest. I looked onto the far table, across from which I was standing, and noticed at figure staring right back at me. I couldn’t make out the face, as I was blinded by the setting sun. But as I got closer...

... the blond hair..    ...flying back with the breeze..

..the dark eyes..    only this time, starring right back at me..

It was him.

 

I sat down by the table, across from him. Silence.

“Is it you, Emilie? Is it really you??” he was the first to manage out words.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I do... that is my name... but I don’t know if I’m the one you’re looking for. Are you Mello?”

“Yeah, and I think we have a lot to talk about.” He leaned closer to me, and told me the dreams he’d been having about me, and turns out they were the exact same as mine! Talking to him was like magic; his voice was stern yet calm and intelligent. His eyes sharp but focused, and his hair light with that nice, natural blond tone to it. Time just flew by.

As we were talking, I began to take a second look at the real him. He was so different. And not just because he wasn’t my imagination anymore, but the difference here was that in my dreams he was always dressed nicely, sometimes even rich-like, but here he almost looked poor. Maybe homeless? I doubted it, since he looked well fed.

“Wait! What time is it?!” I suddenly remembered I promised to be home by 9.

“I dunno.. I don’t have a watch, sorry.”

Me and my stupidity... I was frikken wearing one! But when I looked, it was waaay past 9. In fact, it was well past 10.

“Woops, turns out I had one after all,” I said faking a slight chuckle. “Well anyways, its like 10:30 right now and I promised to be home by 9 so I should get going.” And with that I stoop up and began to gather my things (we ordered some cokes and sandwiches throughout our talk).

“Wait,” he said hurriedly. “How can I contact you? When will I be able to see you again?”

I took out a piece of paper and gave it to him, “Here, call me anytime you like.”

 

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