Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, its characters or any labels mentioned within. I only own the plotline and original characters.
AN: READ THIS! YA HEAR? READ THIS! Now that I have your attention, welcome to Dancing With Sin. This is the sequel to Challenge of the Masquerade, and if you haven't read that, I suggest you read that before this. Otherwise you will be horribly confused. Now, without further ado, I give you Dancing With Sin.
Prologue
Mello leaned forward and rubbed his temples. This is why he didn't like dealing with people. They were so ignorant, so arrogant and for no reason. They had no fucking right.
He kicked the door in and strode into the room with an angry aura. The hacker yelped and looked up at the blonde consigliore, who growled at him.
"Where are they?" he shrieked. The hacker stuttered and yelped, looking away and biting his lips.
"W-Well you see boss, I-I don't know yet." Mello's eye twitched and he tilted his head, taking on the look of a madman. "I don't know yet! I can't get into the database that fast 'cause they'll track me!"
"I don't give a shit! I want them found, and I want it now!" He drew his gun and cocked it. His hands were shaking and it showed on the key-chain hanging from the trigger guard. The key held a single, gothic L in stainless steel.
"I-I don't know if I can do this boss!"
A gunshot rang through the room. Everyone froze and looked at the dead hacker on the floor. A neat hole was emblazoned on his forehead with blood trickling from it.
Mello turned to the room. "A new hacker. Find one, now!"
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Matt wired the money into an account that would be used for the Seraphs. He pondered briefly why the branches of the Mafia, of all things, were named after anything pertaining to religion.
Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure that no one was watching him. He pulled up the screen that was running his hack into the Seraphs database. He needed to know where they were…
He hadn't the time for safety precautions. They would trace his hack the moment he was in, and he'd prepared for that. When their hacker traced him back, the screens would show a solid black screen with the words, "PLAY A GAME?" flashing in red letters. Mello would understand that, no doubt.
The computer quietly dinged to let him know that the patch had been completed. He memorized the exact location of the base and backtracked out as fast as he could. They tried to catch him, but he cut the connection before they could properly trace him. He looked at the clock on the wall. Thirty seconds, and the screen would change.
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Mello cursed. The new hacker was better than the last, but still not as good as Matt. Mello closed his eyes and bit his lip at the thought of his redhead. He didn't need to think of that now. He had work to do.
"The fuck?" the new hacker exclaimed. Mello's eyes snapped open and he zeroed in on the screen, the source of anxiety.
The screen was black. Red, flashing, bleeding letters scrawled across the screen of the laptop. Mello snatched it up and soaked in the words eagerly.
PLAY A GAME?
"It's Matt," he said with certainty. "I wonder how he managed to hack us under supervision… But it's Matt. I'm sure of it."
The screen cleared and Mello handed the computer back to the junkie sitting next to him. The guy simply started running checks to make sure that a virus hadn't been downloaded.
'Matt… What are you planning…?'
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Matt formed a calendar in his head. He didn't know how long it would be, but he would find a way to get out. He'd run away… One of the subordinates, maybe… Perhaps he could get one of them on his side like with Deon. But no, that would be too much to hope for. He could always fool one of the subordinates. After all, they weren't too brilliant.
Matt stared up at the ceiling, even though he couldn't see anything for the inky blackness. The familiar click of the lock secured him in the windowless room until dawn, or his father wanted to play. No matter what happened, Matt would continue planning.
'I'll get out of this God-forsaken place. I'm coming home, Mello… If only to make sure you don't chase me here instead.'