I've always been a little different. Even my bed time stories. Most of people had grown up with prince charming and an evil step mom. I had a socially awkward private detective and a killer notebook.
January 26th, 2010.
Mello stared at the screen, weird numb feeling creeping over him.
No…It can't be.
But the car. He knew that car.
"The identity of a man shot dead is still unknown…"
"Matt." He murmured. "I got you killed."
How could it happen? It wasn't supposed to be this way. Matt was supposed to be safe. Why did they chase after him in the first place? Mello was the one who had Takada. They were supposed to follow him.
Matt was supposed to be safe.
It's all my fault. He clenched his fist, feeling as if he might cry. Matt was dead. Gone. Roger would kill me.
They weren't supposed to chase after Matt. They weren't supposed to fire at him. He was unarmed. He was fucking unarmed.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He was angry. At Kira. At his men. At himself, mostly.
"I'm sorry." He murmured to the screen before pressing a small button. The picture immediately changed, showing a crystal clear footage of dark haired woman, wrapped in a blanket.
Kiyomi Takada. Kira's spoke-person. The woman whose guards killed his best friend just a little while ago. The woman he had kidnapped.
The woman that'll help him solve the Kira case.
Small movement, barely visible. Squinting, he pressed another button under the screen, and the picture zoomed in to her hands. She was holding a crumbled piece of paper.
This is it. Mello somehow managed to keep driving, eyes still glued to the screen. With a shaky hand, she pulled up a pen (how the hell did she sneak a pen past him?) and started writing something down.
He had quite a good idea what.
Just to make sure, he pressed another few buttons. This portable TV was the last thing Matt modified for him- he was going to make a damn use out of it.
The screen now showed the different angle- this time he could see what was she writing. He squinted, zooming the picture some more.
Mihael K.
E.
E.
H.
L.
He sighed, running fingers through his hair, starting to slowly count down 40 seconds.
He wasn't going to die. But he'll have to make it seem like he did.
Damn you, Near. He clenched his fist again. You were right. Again.
It was Halle Linder who replaced all of the Takada's hidden notebook pieces and instructed Mello to fake a heart attack, but he knew damn well who's idea it originally was. Halle was smart, but the idea of letting anyone die was extremely unappealing to her, and if she was to come up with something, it would include a way for Takada to survive.
It was Near. It couldn't have been anybody else.
3.
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Mello made a sharp turn, crashing the van into an old church ruins. The impact made him hit his head pretty hard, but he kept silent.
He was dead, after all.
For a few seconds, everything was silent. He was already starting to fear Takada died, when her loud sobs filled the air.
It took him a moment to realize she was on the phone. Still silent, he tuned in.
"Light!" She sobbed, and he had to smirk. This was what he wanted. At least something went right.
"I'm so scared, Light!" She continued breathing heavily, telling Yagami her whereabouts. He almost tuned out again- he wasn't the most patient person- when she hung up the phone and started dialing another number.
"Mikami?" Her voice was different now- she was obviously trying to pull herself together. "I need you to e-mail me as many identities of people to punish as possible."
She hung up then, and for a next ten minutes, everything that could be heard was the sound of pencil on the paper and Takada's weakening sobs.
And then, it stopped.
Takada got up, taking a few steps. Mello wished he could see her, but the screen got damaged in the crash.
He remained silent for over a minute, wondering what could she be doing, when familiar heat reached him.
Fire. His heartbeat increased. She was setting them on fire.
Barely holding back the wave of panic, he force opened the doors, rolling out of the burning van.
He had to get out of here. Now.
There was a whole in the church wall- large enough for him to squeeze through. Wasting no time, he crawled out into the sunlight, breathing out a sigh of relief.
"Mello!"
He squinted. "Linder. Hey."
"Are you alright?" She rushed over to him, worried look in her golden eyes.
"Alive." He smirked. "You here to arrest me?"
"You're officially dead now. Couldn't arrest you even if I wanted." She smiled. "I'm here to pick you up. It wouldn't be good if Light Yagami sees you now, right?"
"Oh, yeah." He stood up. "So, where am I going?"
"To SPK." His expression darkened. "Oh, come on, grow up. He saved you, you know."
"I know." Mello uttered. "That's the problem."
*AN* This is like a prologue or something. The real story starts in the next chapter. Hope you like it, reviews please! Every reviewers/subscriber gets a cookie/chocolate bar/piece of dice/cigarette/cake/killer notebook. Constructive criticism welecomed. Thank you!