Mello had always done things on his own without the aid of anyone for whatever reason throughout his young life thus far. Except at the present moment when he needed Matt to be the diversion in order for Mello to kidnap a certain news anchor; Kiomi Takada.

"You ready Matt?" the blond asked his friend.

"Yeah." Matt responded whilst lighting up the blunt of the cigarette he had placed in his mouth. With that, the two men walked out of the hideout that they've been staying in for the past week and mentally prepared themselves for going against Kira's wrath. The whole Kira concept seemed idiotic to the both of them considering how this new god actually thought they were the real thing. Whoever this person was, they were certainly a lunatic who should be locked up in a mental asylum for their sake and everyone else's.

Matt got into a red car parked in the front yard and turned the keys into the ignition until the engine revved to life. He and Mello exchanged silent goodbyes by nodding their head towards the other and left to do their part in the plan.

When Takada was kidnapped by Mello, she was then brought into a truck in a location unfamiliar to her and asked to remove her clothes and put them into a box, wearing nothing but a blanket. Shortly after, he began to drive and unbeknownst to him, Takada was writing his name into a page from the Death Note. She only had three letters left until a girl appeared in front of her which startled Takada causing her to drop the pen and paper in her hand. The girl had chocolaty brown skin, black braids that stretched to her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and wore a black and white MCR shirt draped with a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off and black skinny jeans with combat boots. She held a look of malice in her eyes.

"Wh-Who are you?!" Takada screamed, backing away from her.

"I'm here to save that guy you were going to kill. He shouldn't die; you should." She responded glaring daggers at Kiomi.

"And why should I?" Slightly fearful but suppressing it and maintaining an impassive face.

"Anyone who hurts good people deserves to die." The girl walked a step towards Takada with each word until she towered over her with Takada slumped on the ground clutching her knees with the blanket.

"You won't hurt me." Takada clutched her knees even tighter but looked into the girl's eyes defiantly.

"Oh, aren't I? Don't worry, it won't hurt all that much." The girl outstretched her arms towards Takada's neck but stopped when she saw Takada burn some items around her with a lighter. Where'd she get that?! The girl thought.

"Hey… how about you drop the lighter and just chill out." The girl spoke tentatively, gesturing her hands trying to calm Takada down. However, her pleads fell upon deaf ears as she continued to burn everything in sight. I have to get out here!

She started yelling for the driver to stop but struggled as the smoke was infiltrating her lungs. The girl spluttered and coughed violently clutching the walls for support and trying to extinguish the flames with whatever she could find. If I don't do anything, we'll all die. She then walked towards Takada mustering up what strength she had left, and snapped her neck. Her lifeless body began to become ensnarled in the flames and burn; flesh changing from a pale, milky skin tone, to a charred, black one. On the verge of passing out, the girl let out one last ear piercing scream before she fainted.

"HELP!"

Matt drove making several sharp turns in order to lose the guards tailing him but to no avail. Damn they're persistent. He eventually was forced into a street which had several police and guards waiting for his arrival with guns targeting him, their fingers itching on the trigger. The two cars that were still tailing him parked and cut off the only exit back; Matt sunk into his seat more and contemplated the situation. So those cars got ahead of me, huh? How many damn body guards does one woman need anyway?

He got out of the car and held his arms up as a means to say, 'I come in peace.' A girl, who was sitting in the back of the car, unbeknownst to Matt, suddenly came out of the car too with her hands up. What the hell?! Was she in there the whole time? She had brown skin, black curly hair with some golden highlights worn a half bun that fell to her mid-back, dark brown eyes, and wore a red tank top with a leather jacket over it, black skinny jeans and converse.

She edged closer to Matt and whispered, "Hey mister, be careful." If he wasn't in this predicament, he would face palm himself. Oh nooooo, I TOTALLY didn't know that.

"I am, don't worry about me. Get yourself out." He replied in the same tone.

"I can't, I have to make sure you're safe." Matt glanced at her from this comment. What is wrong with her? Why does she care about me this much? She just met me like two minutes ago!

"And why is that?" He asked.

"Because you're a good person and should live." She stated bluntly.

"I'm a pretty bad guy so you don't know what you're talking about."

"No you're not. It's written on your face; I-am-a-good-guy. Hey, I think you should say something to them. " She said rolling her eyes in the direction of the police and guards. Matt gave a small nod and projected his voice.

"Hey, c'mon, give me a break. Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry such big guns," the girl felt a heavy sinking feeling of impending doom and widened her eyes as Matt spoke. She saw the police and guards inch their fingers on the trigger and slowly press down with each second. "You won't shoot-"

A barrage of bullets hailed on the two and the girl pushed Matt out of the way with lightning speed so much so that he wasn't even scratched. She on the other hand, dealt with a few bullets in her left arm.

"Aggghhhh!" She yelled despite her effort to mute it. The girl then hurriedly grabbed Matt's arm and sprinted through the crowd of people observing the spectacle, turned into a dark alleyway, and entered an abandoned building set for demolition within a month.

There was still some furniture left and the girl sat on a large couch grabbing onto her injured arm. She then looked around the lobby for anything she could use to tie her wounds with and then spotted a forgotten hoodie left behind a plant. The girl then walked over to the clothing, ripped it to pieces, tied off her wounds, and walked back to the couch and proceeded to sit on it once more.

Matt sat down on a chair opposite the couch and stared at her left arm and the dark red stains it made on her tank top. His throat felt dry and his thoughts ran a million miles a minute; he felt that he had to say something, no, must say something to this girl considering she just saved his life.

"Than-thank you," he finally said, his voice cracking. She looked up from her arm to him and gave off a weak smile.

"You're welcome. Hey, you aren't hurt are you?" She asked worrisomely. Me? Injured? She's kidding right?

"No, but you are though and I'm really sorry about it. It's my fault…" She examined his face and grinned widely. What is she smiling about? This is serious!

"See? You are a good guy! I knew it!"

"I think right now isn't the time to be saying this," Her grin died into a thin line and her demeanor changed as well. Matt noticed this and stood up, walked towards her, and outstretched his right hand to help her up. "C'mon, let's go."

"Go where?" She asked after she took Matt's hand to help lift her up.

"To take you to a doctor." They both began to walk outside the building cautious for anyone who might've recognized them from their previous spectacle. The journey was silent and long until when the girl noticed that they had passed a hospital and spoke.

"So where exactly are we going because we just passed the hospital?" He looked at her and his next comment would shock her and cause her to blush.

"My house."

She woke up in a meadow seemly alone until she noticed that a certain blond man was sitting a few feet away watching her. It was night and the only form of light was from passing cars or light posts, and even with them it was still hard to see.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad you're okay, mister."

"I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you." She blushed at the compliment. Wow. This guy is hot!

"Oh, it was nothing. How'd you find me anyway? I was sure I'd die…" Mello turned his head and watched a few cars that passed by on the highway before he spoke.

"When I was driving, I heard someone yell for help and it sounded like it came extremely close to the truck. But since no one was on the road except for me, I stopped the truck and took a look in the back and that's when I saw the fire, Takada's dead body, and yours. I took your pulse to see if you were alive, and sure enough I felt one, although it was weak." He glanced at her and saw her face full of interest and smirked. "I saw a meadow nearby so I carried you there to get some fresh air since you inhaled all those fumes and to get away from the truck that could've exploded at any moment."

"Thank you." She replied whilst also watching the cars pass by.

"So what's your name?" Matt and Mello asked in unison to the girls in their respective situations after some silence had passed.

"Helena." Matt glanced from her to the stores around them, mouthing her name to himself.

"And yours?" She asked inquisitively.

"Matt."

"Wild." Mello looked at her briefly before looking back to the cars.

"What's yours?" Wild asked curiously.

"Mello."