NOTES FROM RAINBOW:Welcome to my first Collab and AU fanfiction. I'm collaborating with Sir SmokesAlot. So together we're like SirRainbow. How gay-tastic is that? XD Anyway! So here we have an AU fiction. Matt and Mello are bank-robbers, and probably still tied into the mafia. Ages will be reveals once we figure those out a little better. Near is going to come in later in a similar role as L. Once the heists get a bit more extreme. Get ready for some police action, drama and yaoi. What can we say? We loves us some yaoi.
NOTES FROM SMOKES:I am God of all that is holy! But not really. I haven't written anything since 2006, so yeah.
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Death Note, even if Smokes is God. But seriously. Rainbow Owns Smokes. But not really. D: (She wishes?)
WITHOUT FURTHER STALLING, WE INTRODUCE THE FIRST CHAPTER OF LOVE.HACK! (Is that the name of something else?)
Pik piku pik piki.
There sprawled on the floor lay a thin figure adorned with stripes. Boots and gloves discarded next to a laptop which had a mess of wires and other various objects connected to it. In his hands the small game console flashed and made every noise possible at full volume, annoying the player's companion who stood quietly in the doorway. Fingers were drumming against the frame. Of course, that went unnoticed.
"Matt..."
'Fuck yeah, take that you bitch. Let's see you try and beat me now,' was of the many thoughts that raced though the player's mind as fingers pressed quickly upon the small worn buttons. Along with the constant sounds of the game, a cigarette lay in his mouth releasing smoke and the stink that came with it. Also something that his companion wasn't particularly fond of.
"I thought I told you not to smoke inside."
'Yeah, Charizard! Fucking win!'
"Matt."
'Shit, potion! Potion!'
"Matt!"
Gloved hands grabbed at the game boy and flung the poor thing across the room. Goggle-covered eyes followed its way to doom. But, thankfully, it still seemed to be in one piece when it found itself lying against the wall which assaulted it. Attention turned to the one who had thrown it.
"The hell, Mel!?" Matt demanded, mouth tight in annoyance. "You could have broken it! Might have broken it!"
"Put that out right now or I will break it."
Matt grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and reached for the nearby ashtray, crushing the object of his nasty habit with a bit more force than needed.
A few moments of silence went by as Mello set a single bag of groceries onto the kitchenette's small counter, mostly containing chocolate bars, TV dinners, and ramen. This pretty much summarized their diet from day to day. Not that they could do much about it, neither of them knew how to cook. How they ate didn't mean too much to them, though. This much was obvious just by looking at their thin frames.
Matt picked up the game boy and inspected its condition and its ability to continue playing. All seemed good for the most part.
"Did you get the numbers?" Mello asked, referring to the vault codes.
"Yeah." The game console was then placed carefully onto the floor next to the laptop.
"And?"
"To be honest, their security was pretty bad. Might have been the easiest so far. I mean seriously, it was very out of date. . ."
"And physical security is more lax between the times of 2 and 3 a.m.," Matt continued, saying what the blond really wanted to know. "That is when they begin to change shifts."
"Perfect!" At this, Mello grinned devilishly. Matt's own expression was more neutral, but a hint of a small smirk did eventually find its way. They were running low on funds, and a small hit like this would be enough to get them by until a bigger heist could occur.
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