(It's been a long time. Years infact. But Sam and Tara have returned to bring you more pain, suffering, angst, and non-shitty, well-written OCs. This new story has been a project we have been working on for YEARS. If you have a mind open to alternate universe stories and OCs (as many of our devoted readers do) you will enjoy this. Warning: THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE AND TORTURE. LOTS OF IT. IT IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN. Other than that, enjoy, and comment. But be nice... )
Chapter 1: Enter the Resistance.
Too late... Once again, they had gotten the information too late... Suzuka hefted her rifle and continued to sift though the seemingly endless wreckage of what had been an apartment complex. Targeted because it was rumored to hold radicals like her. No account for the innocents that dwelled within... But that is how Kira operated. Swift, efficient, and ruthless.
Matt sighed softly, moving some of the rubble with his foot. A child's toy laying there half burned. This was the world they lived in, a ruthless world. "Damn it." he kicked a rock against the wall.
Mello was on the other side of the complex, piecing though things bit by bit... He jumped and almost fired his weapon when something reached out and grabbed his ankle. His eyes widened "Matt! Suzi! We've got a survivor!" The face and left arm of a boy that couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen years were the only things visible, the rest of his body buried under the debris. His wide, glassy eyes seemed to stare beyond the Scandinavian youth that struggled to move the rubble from his heaving chest
Matt broke out into a run towards the sound of Mello's voice. "We're coming!" he yelled back at the other boy. Jumping over bits of debris he arrived where Mello was and started digging trying to uncover the boy.
The woman was only half a step behind the redhead, and in and instant they were at Mello's side, helping him to lift the debris away. Suzuka gave a sharp intake of breath when they uncovered the boy's chest, which looked half caved-in...
Matt's hands were trembling, they had to do something. "come on, we can still get him back. Get him medical help!"
"We cant move him, it might kill him. Matt, radio Ruby, tell her-" The boy opened his mouth as if to say something, but all that came out was a horrible, choking gasp and a good amount of blood.
Matt got up to get the radio, he was determined to save this boys life. one survivor was better then nothing! If they could save just one life, then it would feel like they weren't fighting for nothing.
"Stay with us kid..." Suzuka said as she pulled off her coat and wadded it into a ball, using it to try to stop his bleeding. The boy looked at her without looking at her at all, and tried to speak again. But that very action used the last of his strength. His glassy eyes rolled back in his head, and his gasping breaths ceased
Matt was in the middle of dialing the radio back to their home base for their medic Ruby. He looked over, eyes widening a bit. No...No...he wasn't...he wasn't...damn it...damn it...tears started to move into his eyes...he knew he shouldn't get so emotional. but he could help it.
The woman reached down and felt the boy's neck..."He's gone..." she closed his eyes and stood up, Mello following, looking furious. "DAMN IT ALL!" He kicked the ground viciously, sending ash and some rubble up into the air.
Matt set down the radio and stood up. He blinked his tears away, "...Well, there's nothing else we can do here. We should head back to base ourselves."
Mello stood beside his lover and touched his hand softly, as much to calm himself as to comfort the redhead. Suzuka turned on her own radio with a sigh that was half exasperation, half sadness. "Ranna, inform Ruby that her services wont be needed... She can return to Tommy and their team..."
"Roger that Suzuka" a young girls voice echoed from the other side of the radio. Matt looked at his lover, he forced a small smile. He knew he had to try to be strong through all of this. Anyway, if their plans went right, Kira would be out of power soon.
"Come on. Let's head back." Mello said and he gave Matt's hand a gentle squeeze. Suzuka was quite as the trio headed back to their base within an abandoned church, her green eyes downcast.
...
The trio returned to their base within the hour, to be greeted by a warm "Welcome Back." the same voice as over the radio greeted them. It belonged to a young-looking albino girl. She was curled up with a white Teddy bear, sitting by the radio.
"Thanks Ranna..." Suzuka replied. She noticed the girl's questioning gaze and shook her head sadly.
Ranna nodded, understanding. She didn't see a lot of the things out in the field, mostly working at the base. She however, understood the horrors of the outside world as well as any of the others.
Matt let go of Mello's hand and wondered off to his own room. perhaps some gaming would lift his spirits... Mello followed after him, knowing the other would need the company. Usually, it was himself and Suzuka in the field, and matt worked recon, But the bigger the job, the more people are needed...
Matt walked across his room and turned on his gaming system, popping in one of the games he enjoyed he walked over to the bed with the controller and curled up his legs. His eyes staring at the games opening credits, but all he could see was the boys collapsed chest. The blood...how could anyone do that and still live with themselves? He couldn't understand it, it was because Kira didn't need to see it... He could live on high in the castle and never see the people he killed...Would he even care if he could? Matt doubted it.
Mello sat down beside him, taking the second player controller. He glanced at Matt before he finally spoke up. "How are you holding up babe..."
"Alright...I guess..." He sighed, pressing multiplayer on the game. "Just...I wonder if Kira could really order a massacre like that, if he came out from that castle and saw the people he killed..."
Mello shook his head. "Don't start thinking about Kira like he's a person. He's not. He's a monster without a conscious."
Matt nodded, he leaned against the older male. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." he didn't know what he was thinking. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure we'll have him out of power soon." he just had to tell himself that.
"You don't have to apologize..." He kissed the top of his head. "And you're absolutely right. He's going to pay for all the things he's done, and we're gonna see to it."
Matt nodded, "Right." he felt a little better already, just talking to his lover.
"Alrighty, if you don't start paying attention, im going to win this time." he grinned
"Mel, I could beat you in any one of my games with my eyes closed." Matt laughed but started focusing regardless.
He laughed. "We'll see about that." he KNEW Matt could beat him with little effort, but he also knew that the banter made his lover feel better.
In truth, it really did, hearing Mello banter with him lifted his spirits up and focusing on the video game helped him forget.
Ranna played with the radio. L was up to something today and she wasn't sure what it was...but he'd gone out shopping earlier...something very out of character for him. Usually she or Mello did all the shopping for this branch of the resistance.
And speak of the devil... Their ever-exhausted looking leader came in. "Afternoon Ranna." he set bags of of all things, designer clothing down on the table.
"Afternoon L." she glanced at the clothing bags, "Are those for Suzuka?" she asked, the only explanation she could think of. The woman was known for dressing well, even if the style was a little... Tough.
He shook his head, scratching his head absently. "Nope. They're for me."
Ranna looked surprised, "For you?" She tilted her head. "Why?"
"A little infiltration goes a long way." He explained in a matter-of-fact sort of way, but he still frowned when he looked at the suit jacket "Speaking of, have they come home yet?"
"Yes, they got back a little while ago. Suzuka headed down to the gym."
He nodded "Thank you." And headed down to see her.
Suzuka had headed to the basement, to the gymnasium she set up. She was always a fitness nut, but when upset, she could work out until she dropped.
She had changed into a sports bra and a pair of athletic pants and was doing pull-ups, the light sheen of sweat on her toned form, German death metal blasting in the background.
L wondered down, biting on the end of his thumb. "Suzuka." he spoke, doubting she could hear him over the blaring music. He wondered over to the music player and began to turn it down. It would kill her hearing before she was 40 to keep it at such a high volume.
She looked over, ready to snap angrily at whoever messed with her Rammstein, but saw it was L and said nothing. She dropped down from the bar and picked up her water bottle, taking a long drink of it.
L walked over, "Suzuka, I have a favor to ask you." He had a plan, but it wouldn't work if he was alone.
"What's that?" She asked, easing into a split and alternating touching her toes
"I need you to follow me tonight and provide me cover, just in case. I plan to infiltrate a royal party the day after tomarrow and talk with Prince Light. I'd like to have you provide sniper cover, in case of emergency."
The woman frowned deeply, "Providing cover is a non-issue. But do you really think it's a good idea to reveal yourself?"
"Yes, there is a 99.9 percent chance that Prince Light is not at all like his brother. Thus making it safe." He shrugged.
"Just because you've never been wrong before does not mean you're not wrong in this situation." rising from her comfortable split, She decided on practicing her's... and L's, martial arts. And promptly took a swing at his head.
L bent backwards out of the way and kicked for Suzuka's stomach. "I am also 87.9 percent sure I am not wrong." of course, he was just making numbers up. he was 100% sure.
She spun left and ducked down, moving to trip him up. "Okay fine, so even if Light isn't a threat, what if somebody recognizes you?'
He swung back, kicking out at her head, "I've already thought about that and prepared a disguise for myself."
Ducking left, she came up with a rising uppercut, "You sure you'll be able to stand upright long enough?"
L frowned a bit, "...yes..." he flipped onto his hands and brought his legs up to kick her before flipping backwards. The young man was notorious for his ever-slouched poster. His back and shoulders slumped over as if desperately protecting his chest. It would hurt, quiet a bit...but he could manage it.
Suzuka barely managed to block, his heel coming down hard on her forearm. She smiled proudly. "You've been practicing."
"That I have." he smiled a bit, he stood up straight. "So you will provide me cover?"
She nodded. "You don't have to ask me twice."
"Thank you Suzuka," he headed back up the stairs.
Two days later, Ranna and Suzuka were helping L prepare to the party, the taller woman kept smacking L on the back with a rolled up newspaper like a dog. "Stand up straight! You look like a weed!"
L kept trying to straighten out his back, but after a few moments it hurt too much and he hunched over again like he always did. He bit on his thumb, this really was troublesome. however, he trusted nobody but himself to go talk to Prince Light.
Suzuka sighed in exasperation."Look, are you sure you don't want me to do this? No offense, but I blend in a bit better." She smacked him again as she asked
"No, I'm sorry Suzuka but I am the only one I trust to go talk to him. I fear your temperament may get in the way." He straightened out his back again.
"You act as if I cant control my temper." she raised an eyebrow as she dusted off his coat with a lint roller.
"You are not very good at it Suzuka. Not when it get personal." He said, she could, but if something went wrong...If Kira showed up, she'd lose it. Kira was not supposed to be at the party, that's why he was risking the trip.
She smacked him upside the head with that evil newspaper. "I resent that."
L chuckled, "Besides, I need you for sniper cover in case anything goes wrong. There is nobody else is as good as you."
"Well, that's true enough." she smirked, crossing her arms.
L walked with his back straight for a few minutes, "Is this good enough?" he asked.
She studied him the way a realism enthusiast might try to objectively study an abstract painting. "Hmm... what do you think Ranna?"
"I think it passes as good posture." the albino replied
Suzuka nodded after a moment. "Alright then. Works for me. Well, time for me to get Helga ready." she said with a smirk.
"Alright, I'll finish getting myself ready and then it will be time to go." L said wondering off up the stairs with Ranna. He was almost ready, the last thing to be done was to fix his hair. He pouted, this was far too much work. How did the royals do this? The pair turned the corner towards Mello's room. He had nice hair...perhaps he could tell L what to do with the mop on top of his head.
Mello had to stifle a laugh when he saw L, standing with his back rod-straight, and wearing a lovely Armani suit. He looked competent, professional, and totally out of his element. "well, this is refreshing
"This is for an important mission, please don't get used to it." he could not wait to get home and shell off these restrictive cloths. "I need help doing my hair.." he admitted after a long pause.
Mello grinned. "I can do that. Have a seat over there."
L nodded and sat down, he bit on his thumb fearing what the younger boy was going to do to his hair. He knew for a fact most hair products had chemicals in them that killed your hair faster. He would just have to forget that for now.
Mello examined the tangled black mop that had just become his canvis. "Well, you'll be lucky if I can get it untangled for starters." He pulled out a brush and a fine toothed comb and set to work. He tried to be gentle, but it was next to impossible. His hair was such a MESS.
L bit down on his thumb, it hurt...quiet a bit actually...
The blonde noticed the look of perpetual agony on his bosses face "It wouldn't hurt so much if you would comb your hair more than once a week."
L didn't say anything but let Mello work. All this pain would be worth it in the end if his plan panned out the correct way.
After nearly half an hour of tugging and pulling on his hair, Mello was satisfied that he got all the tangles out of L's mane, and he pulled out the mouse and hair gel, starting phase two.
L frowned at the feel of the gel, he didn't like it one bit. He ignored it and kept looking froward.
Mello on the other hand was having a grand old time. "We should do this more often." he sniggered
"No thank you Mello." L declined politely, this really wasn't his cup of tea at all.
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Sam: Just when you thought it was safe to return to SAM AND TARA RETURN!
Tara: with more fanfiction for you fangirls to sink YOUR teeth into!
Sam: we've been gone a long time, dealing with real-world crap such as college, work, family illness, runaway cheese, and so on.
Tara: but now we have a new story, with new characters and new...CRAZY!
Sam: Speaking of new characters, in this chapter you met Suzuka; L's German-Japanese bodyguard, and self-proclaimed big sister with an obsession with fitness, legality, and manga.
Tara: and Near's slightly younger by a few minutes, also Albino sister. she enjoys collecting stuffed bears and has a bad habit of twirling the ribbon on the white Teddy she carries when thinking.
Sam: Other new characters mentioned in this chapter were Tommy and Ruby. But you'll just have to wait until future chapters to meet them officially.
Tara: and with that, that'll be Tara signing out. -jumps into Sam's infinite purse with a wave-
Sam: See ya! -salutes the readers and skips off-