“What is it (Your Name)?” The fifteen year old was sitting at his desk, his eyes staring at the computer screen not actually bothering to look at you.
“I had a nightmare.” Your voice was but a whisper, despite being only five years old you knew when you seemed pathetic. Your brother however, didn’t seem to think so. His eyes looked up at you from the computer screen and he proceeded to get up and walk to you. Kneeling down to eye level, he took hold of your hand.
“Would you mind telling me about it?” To those unused to his behaviour, one would think that your brother was deprived of emotion, you however, being his little sister, knew his voiced as in actual fact, laced with worry towards you.
“We were in a room with no windows or doors or any other way out; and the whole room was on fire. There where two others in the room with us, but they were already on fire. They were dying brother!” Throwing your head onto his shoulder, you began to cry your little heart out. To you it was such a real dream, the heat, your brother’s hand wrapped around your own, everything felt so real.
The elder boy chose to use your disorientated state to pick you up and cradle you in his arms. This warmth he offered you helped you immensely; with him being your only family, there was always going to be that special bond. Your crying was dying down, and you noticed that he was taking you somewhere, your room no doubt. It’s amazing how exhausted one feels after crying, for you could feel sleep licking at the very edges of your young mind. But alas, you were still very much afraid go back to that hellish place.
You were placed in the bed, and your brother proceeded to tuck you in. He spoke to you in a gentle voice, almost a whisper.
“You must go back to sleep, rest that mind of yours.” You could feel yourself almost giving in; however, you posses the stubborn mind of a five year old, and it refuses to give in without a fight.
“No I don’t want to go back there! Besides, you get to stay up.” You pouted in hopes of winning in cute factor; however, this is your brother, he won’t fall for such tricks.
“Now, now, I get to stay up because I’m older. How about I sing you a song?” He didn’t really know what he was going to sing, but it seemed to do the trick since you started nodding enthusiastically. “Well…”
It was quiet… too quiet. Sure it was only 7 a.m. but he was certain that he would be hearing something from you by now. It’s only been a month since your arrival and he was used to your sleeping patterns by now. Judging by the now non-existent bags under your eyes, the chocoholic had correctly assumed that your sleeping patterns had changed for the better. Although… it’s a rough estimate that you only sleep about 6 hours a night, how much were you sleeping prior to your, dare he say it, kidnapping? Never the less, it was seven in the morning and Mello had yet to see any sign of you.
“MELLOOOOOOO!!!” Scrap that, you were most definitely awake… and by the sounds of things, you were annoyed at him for something… again.
As to why you were screaming his name? Yes you woke up a little over 2 hours ago, but you’ve been busy. The guys here were nice enough to bring a few things over from your apartment, namely your clothes, laptop and a few other necessities. Well, when you say ‘nice enough’ you really mean that they only complied because of your insistent whining… well that, and The Boss told them too (it’s amazing, you’d only been with them for a month and he’s already happy about your intelligence… not that you’re overly enthusiastic about that).
Well anyway, since they had brought your laptop and you had time to kill, you decided to partake in the very important duty of protecting Gotham City in Arkham Asylum (Oh yeah very important). And thus the sarcastic voice in your head decides to make its appearance. So you were playing Arkham Asylum when you noticed that your progress was wavering. You should have had one last piece of fudge left, chocolate if you’re not mistaken but where did it go?
You had left it on your bedside last night specifically for this reason. C’mon! That was your last one for heavens sake! Not only that but you hadn’t had a taste of chocolate fudge since Christmas! Wait… it was chocolate fudge, chocolate fudge! Who’s the only other person you know that is alive and loves chocolate as much as you? Why Mello of course! That sneaky son of the devil! Not only did he sneak into your room at night (ewww creepy much?) but he also had the nerve to steal your last heavenly sugar packed thing in the form of chocolate fudge! Now that’s just plain rude! What’s the time? 7:03 a.m. would the others be up yet? Probably not, but it’s about time that they had gotten off of their lazy butts, thus it’s a good time for you to express your anger to a certain chocoholic.
“MELLOOOOOOO!!!” Yep that should’ve done the trick! Oh hey, speak of the devil and he shall appear, or more like shout your head off for the devil and he will come for you because he knows what would happen otherwise. But anyway, he came running in like the knight in shining leather he is; well he wasn’t exactly running so much as just walking and leaning at the doorway while eating a bar of chocolate fudge…THAT’S YOUR FUDGE!!!!
“What’s wrong this time?” Oh how dare he act so casual! The stupid fudge stealing thief!
“Mello you thief, that’s my fudge you’re holding.” You then proceeded to pout, once again hoping to win in cute factor like you did oh so many years ago. But alas, once again it fails to work, for Mello merely took another bite off of the sugary bar of goodness.
“Yeah it is yours, so?” Oh did he just… yes he did. And he looked so smug in doing it too.
“Mello give me my fudge back!” And with shouting the somewhat battle cry, you then tackled to blonde to the ground and started a mini fight across the hallway floor. As if on cue, the others chose this to be the right time to come out of their own rooms. But their reaction was not what you guys were expecting, since this is a common occurrence for the two of you, they just stepped around you and continued into the lounge… you think. In the mean time, you and Mello continued your little brawl, amazingly enough, you were winning without the use of any capoeira. It seems though, that The Boss had grown tired of the two of you and your antics.
“Would you two just quit it?” His voice had definitely come from the lounge and it had made both you and Mello freeze. Mello was on top of you, holding your wrists with one hand, which were trying to get to his neck; in his other hand is the sought after fudge. Taking this opportunity, you wretched your hands out of his grip, took the bar of sugary goodness and pushed him off of you. Looking down at the stunned blonde, you stuck your tongue out at him while pulling down your eyelid. Saying something along the lines of “I win” you then skip off down the hall into the lounge, leaving a gaping blonde in your wake.
In the lounge though, the others were talking about… something. It’s then that you noticed that two of them were missing. Eddie and… crap you’d forgotten the other guys name . But the point is that they’re not in the lounge when you’re certain they had walked past you during that mini brawl.
“Where are Eddie and… that other guy?” It’s kind of sad that you couldn’t remember his name because he’s the only black guy in the group (Not to sound racist or anything, but he is). But what’s weird is that when answering, they didn’t even bother to correct you.
“They’re down stairs, watching over the hostage.” Okay, this was new information.
“Who’s the hostage and why?” They were probably expecting more of a ‘waddya mean hostage’ because if they were in your position, that’s what they would be saying. However, you weren’t them, and you knew the definition of hostage so you didn’t need to ask.
“His name is Takimura, the director of the NPA.” It was Miller who answered you. You really didn’t like him because in the month you’ve been here you’ve already been able to tell that he’s going behind The Boss’s back and selling their drugs independently. You spoke to Mello and The Boss about it, but apparently they already knew and had a plan. Wow… it makes you sound like you’re supporting the organization, but that’s far from the truth. But anyway, by knowing who the hostage is, the cogs in your mind have already started turning and you already have it worked out why they have chosen to kidnap him.
It was the Japanese who had originally started the Kira investigation with the help of L. No doubt they had suffered a set back with the death of L, but even so, as far as the public was concerned L was very much alive and they’re the only ones investigating (although recently the SPK had joined. But as said, they had joined recently) so they would hold the most information. Mello’s informant in the SPK had told him about the Death Note, and evidence had pointed to the investigators in Japan holding their own Death Note. However, you have a hunch that Japan hadn’t been supporting this investigation for a long time, so that would mean that this man would prove useless; although he should be able to provide names on those who had chosen to defect and continued working with L.
Hey that wasn’t bad for less than 2 seconds, just as well it was, because Rushuall continued talking to you.
“When Mels comes in, you and he are to go with The Boss to interview the guy.” A tick mark appeared on your forehead. That was your nickname. Need you say it again? Copyright Lil/ Rue/ many other aliases!!!!
“I told you not to call him that! Read the fine print, copy right Lil. Got it memorized?” The others just stared at you in that creepy and slightly unnerving way, just like on your first day. Luckily for you Mello walked in. Yay interrogation time… why’s Mello glaring at you like that? Oh crap had he heard your conversation?
“Mels, stop glaring at me, I thought you like it when I called you that.” Whatever he had to say was to be forever lost because The Boss interrupted you both, telling you to hurry up; thus ending the conversation and glare fest.
The descent down the stairs was made in silence. The only noise was from Mello’s shoes, which felt rather intimidating to you and made you somewhat glad that you walk around in bare feet. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you could see Takimura; he was slumped over in his chair, looking absolutely defeated. It’s amazing how people can give up so easily, how this man was so willing to give in already.
“Has he said anything yet?” The Boss’s tone was so demanding, but it was easy for you to hear that he wasn’t entirely thrilled bout being there.
You then chose to tune out everything that wasn’t of importance and piece everything together in your brain. So far what you had learnt is what you predicted you were going to learn. The Japanese had pulled out of the investigation years ago, and he was able to tell you the names of those who defected, Soichirou Yagami, Kanzou Mogi and Tota Matsuda , there was another man on the case named Ukita, but he was killed (an expected outcome for those working on such a case). Yagami was once the Chief of Police, but now he is the sub director, so he would hold the most power out of those three. Clearly those who are still working on the case aren’t telling anybody about L’s death, not even their own director; what amazes you though, is that he didn’t even know about the Death Note.
After hearing Mello basically confirm your thoughts, you decided that this should be a good time to tune in properly again.
“Listen, the States found out about the note too, and now they are after it in order to capture Kira. If they get it before we do that’s it for us.” You found it funny how Mello seemed to be almost obsessed with the actions of the SPK. What could it be exactly? Whatever the case, you couldn’t exactly ponder it now, because your input is expected here, so it’s time to put your input in… that there was totally confusing. Your own thoughts just confused you, go figure.
“There are no doubt two Death Notes, one in position of the Japanese police and another with Kira. In order to prevent both the States getting a hold of one or Kira killing us, we’ll want both.” Okay so you didn’t exactly like them, but these guys had roped you into their activities so there was always going to be the off chance that you would be killed, it’s better to play along and prevent that right?
“Yes, Lil is right. If we obtain one, we’ll have the power to kill, and if we obtain two, then we won’t have any potential threat.” Oh crap, the look in The Boss’ eye suggested ‘power hungry’. As of that moment he’s one scary dude.
For some reason unknown to you (hey that’s a first) everybody took that as the cue to leave, by everybody, you mean you, Mello and The Boss. So back into the lounge you went, what’s weird is that out of the three who where there before, only Gurren remains, and one of them had been replaced by The Boss’s
You could feel your brain activity starting to waver once again, obviously that bar of fudge wasn’t enough; unfortunately that bar just so happened to be the last sugar packed delicacy in your possession. Right on cue, as if he heard your thoughts and wanted to tease you, Mello took out one of his chocolate bars. Oh how perfect is this, you can take it out of his possession and into your own in 3… 2… 1… As quick a lightning, you reached up and stole the heavenly bar of caffeine, cocoa and sugar. Taking a bite, you looked up and could plainly see the throbbing vain on the blonde’s forehead. Did you feel guilty? No, of course not! And in order to show our favourite blonde that fact, you to stuck your tongue out and pulled down your eyelid for the second time that day. However, this time around Mello wasn’t lying on the ground stunned, so he was able to jump down and tackle you, which quite effectively brought you both to the ground. Thus another miniature brawl began, however, it seems this time around you’re losing. But what is the same is The Boss’s irritation of your fighting.
“Would you two just quit it?” wow déjà vu anyone? And surprisingly enough, it worked in freezing the two of you again, but this time the object of your fight is far from your minds. You’re too distracted with what’s in front of you.
Mello was on top of you his legs straddling your waist and each hand holding your wrists above your head. His face’s directly above yours, giving you the most wonderful view of those blue crystal orbs. Honestly you could almost feel yourself drowning in them; they were just so captivating, so beautiful. Your eyes trailed down to his lips, slightly parted. You could smell him, he smelt just like those bars of chocolate he was always eating; so sweet and so desirable. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath tickling your face; you want to bring it closer to your own. What was this feeling? It’s so different and new, yet so wonderful at the same time. Whatever this feeling was, Mello seemed to be feeling it too, because his eyes are slightly glazed over and he’s staring at you. Slowly but surely, his face was descending down to meet yours, almost there… what’s going to hap-
“B-boss!” Interruptions, they’re so annoying! You could thank that guy from earlier whose name you don’t know for the interruption. Honestly, how rude could one get? Wait… why isn’t he with Eddie watching Takimura? “I’m sorry… Eddie and I kind of dozed off and…” Oh you could see where this was going. “Takimura killed himself with his necktie!” Yes! This was where you would start doing a little happy dance to the song by the name of ‘called it!’ oh such a good song. But this sucks because how are you going to do the exchange for the Death Note now? But was this Kira’s actions? You look up at Mello, who seemed to be thinking along the same lines as you.
“If this is Kira, then he would probably have killed Takimura because he didn’t know our faces. However, it’s a bold move on his part, since it narrows him down to those who knew about his abduction; quite the small list eh Mels?” It’s funny that you could talk so easily when you were speechless just a second ago and the only thing that had really changed is a few extra centimetres between your face and Mello’s.
“Yes but there is the possibility that this was a real suicide, but…” Oh no, that look in his eye… what could he be thinking? He proceeded to stand up, which released you from his confinement. “Our next target is the daughter of Souichirou Yagami, Sayu Yagami.” Oh yep, you most definitely weren’t expecting that one. Wonder how’s this going to pan out.
Mello went on to explain his whole reason’s as to why kidnapping Sayu would be more effective than kidnapping Takimura. Honestly you didn’t need an explanation because it’s just that little bit too obvious. Sayu held more emotional value to the most important man in the Kira investigation. She would be all the more likely to get you guys the notebook.
Although everyone (except you) agreed with Mello’s decision to go after Sayu, no action could be taken until the lackey who would be in charge of it comes in, so all you had to do is to just wait.
… So you're waiting.
… Still waiting!
…very patiently might I add.
…Yep, so very pat-
“Meeels~ I’m bored!” Let’s not finish that sentence.
“Why are you complaining to me about it?” It would be logical to assume that he was bored too, but he seemed to be taking the angry approach to it, as opposed to your childish whine approach. But luckily for the two of you and all those in ear shot, the guy you had been waiting for finally decided to show up.
“Finally,” Oh hey look, The Boss was sick of waiting too, “where the hell have you been?” It was then that you suddenly hoped that this was the guy sent out to replenish your collection of sweets and Mello’s supply of chocolate. Amazingly enough, your hopes didn’t come crashing down. (what the hell? It’s not supposed to go like that!)
“Sorry, I was still out getting those things for Lil and Mello.” At least you had more sugar stuffs now. “Who am I supposed to get this time?” He sounded almost bored, like he was sick of kidnapping people. Just how many people had he kidnapped?
“You’ll next kidnap Souichirou Yagami’s daughter Sayu.” Mello’s voice sounded so strong and confident, how is it that he could feel so calm about kidnapping an innocent girl?
“But why is someone like you, who’s taken the heads of mob bosses even Kira couldn’t touch, so keen on that notebook?” Oh that’s right; he wasn’t there for the big spill about being screwed if the stated get their hands on the note.
“It’s to prevent us from being screwed over by anyone.” Hey it’s true; it’s just a different wording of what you agreed on back in the room with Takimura. However, Mello decided to ignore your explanation and substitute it with his own.
He adopts a seriously creepy grin, one that could make a child cry, and- oh wait he's speaking.
“It’s not that I just want the notebook.” Eh? What else does he want? “It’s Kira’s head, and to kill all who get in my way; to be number one!” You almost face faulted at that. This is Mello we’re talking about, would you expect any different?
“Yeah, it’s just as Mello says: Kira’s in the way. Even if we’re number one as an organization, as long as Kira’s there we’ll still be number two.” Wow, The Boss sounded really scary for a minute there. “To kill Kira, we would have to know him… and if there’s anything out there like what he uses to kill we’ll start there. If we do as Mello and Lil say, we can’t fail. Has either of them made a single mistake in the six months, or one month in Lil’s case, they’ve been with us?” Why did he drag you into this one? Kidnapping an innocent girl was not your idea! Nope, nu-uh, never! Wait… what he just said basically implied that he trusts both you and Mello. That’s… wow!
But anyway, it’s onto more pressing matters.
“So… guy, where did you put my sweets?” Everybody face faulted.