Summary: Matt and Mello meet up again, after they've both left Wammy's House.
It was all thanks to Square Enix that I was reunited with Mello.
I'd left Wammy's House about six months before we met again, and as far as I was concerned, he could find me. So I made myself a hacker's den, and set to work. I quickly rose through the ranks, but I didn't really care about stuff like that. It was a welcome distraction, that's all. The money I gained from the hacker jobs went on video games, cigarettes and food. I occasionally gave myself a treat – a sweet pudding – but never chocolate. That would be pushing the hurt too far.
Anyway, I'd left my den to go by the latest Final Fantasy game. I'd just come out of the game store in town, when I felt the hard, cold muzzle of a gun on the back of my neck. Don't get me wrong, inside I was freaking out. But at Wammy's I learnt to hide, if not delete, my emotions, so my voice was calm and steady as I asked what the guy wanted. Turned out, he wanted me to go with him.
By this time, I was pretty sure it was a cop (the guy was behind me, so I hadn't gotten a look at him yet). I was trying to think what I'd done, some hole I'd left, that let the police track me down. I couldn't think of any, but I guess if I had left a hole, it'd be because I hadn't noticed it.
The guy with the gun to my neck led me to a battered blue car, with bullet holes in the back. He pushed me into the back seat, where another guy was sitting, gun trained on me. It began to dawn on me that these weren't the police after all.
"H…hey, I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong guy here!" I tried to tell them, but they ignored me. The rest of the drive passed in silence, with me longing for a cigarette, or at least my DS. After about half an hour, the car stopped, and we got out. They took me into a non-descript building, and up two flights of stairs, before we came into a large room. In the middle was a long, leather sofa, and sprawled on it was…
"Mello!" I shouted, running towards him. He looked up in amazement, before I jumped on top of him, hugging him hard. Behind me, I heard ominous clicking noises. Looking around, I saw the men who'd escorted me here pointing their guns at me. I froze, but Mello just looked annoyed.
"He's my friend, lay off." He told the men, who obediently lowered their guns.
Turns out Mello's a Mafia boss, and his old hacker recently got some new shoes. Cement ones. So, he was in the market. Turns out I'm the best of the best (no surprise there). He never even considered it'd be me. However, his goons were having some trouble locating me. They knew what I looked like, and the area I lived in, but nothing else. They were just about to give up looking when they saw me come out of the shop, so I say again; thank you, Square Enix.