What Matters Most

Matt was not killed by Takada's bodyguards. He is instead captured and taken to an unknown location where he is at the mercy of a madman known only as Tanto. Can Mello save him before Matt loses more then just his life? MelloxMatt.

Matt grit his teeth as he pressed the gas pedal down harder, pushing the car to almost 70. The tires screached as he drifted a corner and peeled away from the scene of the crime. The cars of Takada's bodygaurds in hot pursuit. Cursing to himself he weaved in and out of traffic, but before he had even gotten more than a few streets away a barricade of cars formed around him, trapping him.

"Shit." Matt slammed on the brakes, his car skidding to a sideways stop in the circle of cars. Thirteen men total got out of the seven cars, each of them pointing his gun at the red-haired youth.

Matt got out of the car slowly, watching the guards, "Those are some pretty nice guns you Japanese have, they actually give those to you?" he asked. "I'm an accomplice of the person who kidnapped Takada, I bet you'll want to know where they went, you won't shoot me."

A single shot rang out, haulting Matt's cocky retort. The bullet clipping Matt high in the shoulder, causing the 19-year-old to winc in pain. The other gaurds raised their guns in nervousness prepared to follow suit.

"Hold your fire!" the leader shouted. The men hesitated for only a moment before complying. Matt growled around his cigarette glaring at the leader. Damn, he was in trouble. He kept his hands up, not wanting them to start shotting and turn him into swiss cheese.

"Get on the ground!" the leader ordered. "Try anything funny and we will fire!"

Matt scowled, dropping to his knees on the ground like he was ordered, spitting out his cigarette as he did so. Two of the men rushed forward and jerked Matt's arms behind his back forcefully handcuffing him roughly, paying no mind to his injured shoulder. Matt chringed and swore loudly. One of them grabbed him by the back of his jacket, and the other by his hair, both yanking him to his feet.

Matt cried out as his body protested the movement. "WHAT THE HELL, haven't you people ever heard of police brutality!?" he screamed at them.

The larger of the two men lifted the butt of his gun and struck him hard on the side of the head. "Shut the hell up punk! You are in no position to complain!"

Matt's head reeled as he was struck, tasting the metallic tang of blood as it filled his mouth.. He glared at the guards again, spitting blood onto the pavement beside him.

"Assholes." he muttered.

The man struck him again "I said shut up!"

Matt staggered, 'fuck' his vision doubled, damn that man hit fucking hard.

"Put him in the car, take him back to base" the leader ordered.

The smaller of the two guards came forward and tossed a cloth bag Matt's head, ties at the end went around his throat.

He was thrown roughly into the back of one of the black sedans. He hit the seat; well it didn't smell like his car. It must of been one of the pursuing cars, shit, what the hell where they playing at keeping him alive like this.

The leader and the large guard got into the driver's and passenger's seats.

"Keep your gun on him," said the leader. "Shoot him if he tries anything."

The large man pointed his gun and the prone figure in the back seat.

Matt remianed still; he thought they were stupid for not frisking him for weapons, but this was almost as bad. Making his weapons hard to reach and having a gun on him.

They drove for about twenty minutes before comming to a stop at an unknown location. He listened as his two captors got out of the car, the larger man opening the door to the back seat and jerked Matt out roughly by the back of his jacket, ripping the cloth from around his head while keeping the gun pressed hard against the back of Matt's skull.

"Move it punk!" he hissed pushing Matt, making him stumble.

"Who pissed in your Cornflakes this morning?" Matt grumbled, but started walking nonetheless.

The gun jammed harder into the back of his head; fuck, didn't these people have a sense of humor?

The men led Matt into a small, iron gray room with a single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. Matt's eyes flicked around the room quickly calculating his surroundings. The only objects that occupied the small cell was a tiny dingy mattress on the floor in the corner, and two folding chairs which sat in the center of the room. One was vacant, the other one was occupied by a tall man, he was mildy handsome, a typical japanese man with black hair and brown eyes. A scar ran down his face, starting in the middle of his forehead and ending midway down his right cheek. That nearly obsidian orb sat like a tiny island in the sea of scar tissue. On top of everything else, he felt very, very dangerous.

"Search him." The man ordered the guards.

'Well this is going to suck.' Matt thought watching the older men come closer to him.. The guards did as they were ordered, the large guard finding a single gun in the back of Matt's vest. The dangerous-looking man took the gun from him and examined it. "Tsk tsk. This is no toy, little boy. It's dangerous. You might hurt someone with It." He held the barrel roughly under Matt's chin for a moment before chuckling and pulling away.

He sat back down in his chair, and as if on que, the two guards shoved Matt into the chair opposite him. "What's your name kid?"

The redhead paused for a moment and then growled, "Matt." he watched them make off with his gun. So they'd taken his weapon, it was probably his last flight for freedom but at least they hadn't taken his cigarettes

"Care if I smoke?" he asked.

"Feel free." the man answered conversationally. "Matt' what?" he asked.

Matt took out his cigarettes and a lighter and lit up, "Do you seriously think I'm going to tell a Kira supporter my full name? Speaking of names, what's yours?"

"No. I suppose not." he replied logically. "My name? It's Tanto." the man said. "Well Matt, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell us where your friend has taken Miss. Takada and we'll let you go."

"Well we might as well do it the hard way because I'm not telling you."

Tanto gave a disappointed sigh. "So that's how it's going to be then?"

"Yeah pretty much," Matt replied.

"I see," he glanced at the large man, who immediately struck Matt on the side of the head, knocking him off the chair.

Tanto stood up. "What a shame. I had SO hoped we could be friends."

Matt hit the floor, head wheeling as he tried to clutch on to consciousness but he passed out from the strike to the head. 'Good luck ,Mello' he thought before he blacked out.

Tanto exited the room, "I want him under 24-hour observation. Start on one meal a day and bathroom breaks in the morning and the evening. He's stubborn now, but we have ways of making him talk."

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Sam: Hello readers. This is the new, BETTER verson of chapert one. YOU, the reveiwers have inspired us to do better.

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