"Look, if we're gonna do this successfully, we'll need a plan."
I looked up from my game. "Okay, fine," I shrugged. "We kidnap Takada. Kira kills her and you. Would you like to be cremated?" I said. Maybe I was a little bitter. I mean, my best friend was going to kill himself for this. I had every right to be angry with him, and he knew that. He looked down.
"I - it has to happen. There really isn't another way, it's not like we can just shoot them."
"Why the hell can't we?" I asked. "You have to sacrifice yourself for something we could get done in a couple days? We could track down Kira and all his friends, shoot them in the head, then move to Canada and start a restaurant or something! Every day that we decide we'll go with the kidnapping, they have an opportunity to kill you! They have your name! What's stopping them from going 'Oh yeah, that guy Mello is probably planning something' and writing your name? This plan doesn't make sense to me!"
Mello seemed a little bit agitated. Well, that was a little bit better. Usually he was depressed, and had no emotions whatsoever. Even when I hid his chocolate. "Matt! I've already explained why to you. We need to figure out how we'll do this. I needyou."
"You need me. For what? Distracting the guards so you can take Takada? That's what you were planning, weren't you? I would do some maneuvre, then they'd go after me while you left with her. They'd shoot at me, and you'd be off in some abandoned warehouse with her. They'll waste all their ammo on-" No... Mello couldn't be planning that, could he? "Actually, we'll do that. I'd get killed by Kira anyway, why not die for you?" I tried to make those words somehow acidic, but they sounded more sad than anything.
"I don't want you to die!"
"It'd happen anyway!"
We glared at each other. "All right. Fine. Do you have any ideas on what we'll do?" Mello sat down on the couch, and grabbed a notebook.
"Fire distracts people," I shrugged.
"A smokebomb?"
"Sure."
It felt pretty tense. We gave each other ideas, and responded with a word or a grunt. Mello seemed on the verge of tears the whole time - unlike him. We had something concrete, although we'd have to figure out where we could get a truck.
"I'll borrow one from Andy tomorrow," I offered.
"Right. So I'll drive to the warehouse, and then you'll stop the car, a-and-" He suddenly burst into tears.
"Come on, Mihael, this isn't like you. You always laughed in the face of death! What's so different about this? We did dangerous stuff at Whammy's with only a slightly lower chance of dying!"
"It's d-different. I-I'm afraid for you."
"For me?"
It was the first time I'd ever heard him actually express that with emotion. Usually it was just an insult, or that he needed me.
"I'm afraid for you, too," I responded, wondering if there was any way to respond. "But we'll be dying together. And we'll meet each other again. After this."
We lay on the floor together and Mello buried his face into my neck. It felt like hot chocolate, and it would be the last time I'd ever feel that again.