First time posting on here... This will more or less just be a short story of how Mello and my OC came to reconnect. A series of ficlets will surely follow. I own nothing.
"This is a bad idea." Maya stated adamantly, to no one in particular. Not that there was anyone around to hear her, anyway. She inhaled deeply on the cigarette clutched between her fingers and tried to stop the shaking of her hands as she looked up at the large building in front of her.
It was a mess, to be frank. It looked like it should have been abandoned years ago and, when she thought about it, probably was. No wonder it had been so impossible to find him, not that she had ever tried. She knew it was a bad idea then, and she knew it now. But she had come so far and a part of her would always be curious if she didn't find out exactly what he had gotten himself into.
However she realised she hadn't a clue how to proceed from here. Sure, she had followed Matt's directions to the front of the supposed mafia hideout, but what now? She couldn't just waltz in and announce that she was back. She thought that more likely than not she would be shot the minute she stepped within proximity of the building.
She had parked her car on the far side of the road and was leant against it, eyeing the building in front of her as though she could intimidate it. She pulled her mobile phone out from the pocket of her leather pants and dialled Matt's number, her foot tapping an inconsistent pattern as she listened to the ring.
"Hello?" She heard him answer, and suddenly she was void of all thought. Hell, if she couldn't even speak to Matt how did she possibly think she would be able to face him? He was silent a moment longer before he spoke again, his tone hushed. "Maya? Is that you?" Still, she said nothing. He was a smart guy, he would figure it out soon. "You're outside, aren't you?" She exhaled breathily and he took it as his confirmation.
Shit, he thought. He hadn't expected her to turn up so… suddenly.
"Well what am I supposed to do now?" She snapped suddenly, tired of waiting for him to speak. He didn't reply for a long moment and a part of her wanted to get back in her car and drive as far away from here as possible.
"Wait there." He told her finally, and then hung up. She looked around for any sign of human life but saw no one, and the loneliness put her on edge.
Matt soon emerged from the building and Maya felt her heart speed up with the excitement of seeing her long lost friend. She moved towards him but stopped when he held up a hand. He quickly crossed the road and came toward her, but she no longer had a smile on her face.
"Get in the car." He told her quickly and she hesitantly climbed back into the driver's seat. He opened the door on the passenger side and slid in beside her, closing it and letting out a deep breath. "Drive." She turned on the ignition and headed in the direction she had come, her hands clutching tightly to the steering wheel to stop the influx of emotions she was feeling.
"What the fuck is this, Matt?" She demanded angrily. The next moment she felt his arms around her and the car swerved dangerously on the road as she gasped in surprise. "You trying to get us killed?!" She shouted, leaning away from him and straightening the car.
"Sorry kiddo, couldn't have you hanging around the hideout like that. Too dangerous." Matt told her pleasantly, and she let out a growl.
"Then why did you give me the address?" She muttered, her anger growing with every passing second.
"Dunno, really. I didn't think it through. Take a left here." He told her, pointing down a road that she hesitantly took. "I should have just given you the directions to his house. Much safer."
"Being alone with him wouldn't necessarily be my idea of safe." Maya told him, suddenly nervous at the idea of being in his house.
"Look, he doesn't know you're here." Maya scoffed at the statement. As if she hadn't already known that. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that he had sent her that letter himself. "But he needs a reality check and I can't give it to him."
"And you think I can?" She asked exasperatedly, turning another corner when Matt directed her to do so.
"You have more of a chance than anyone else, Maya." She let out a sigh and tried not to think about the implications his words held.
It had been four years since she had seen the blonde haired genius, and she knew that a lot could change in that span of time. She knew he would not be happy to see her, either, and she knew that it would hurt to see that look of hatred in his eyes.
But more than that, she feared that she would receive not a look of hate, but of indifference. Hatred she could stand because at least it was something, it was an acknowledgement that he still felt something towards her. Indifference, she feared, would kill her.
"This is it." She was snapped out of her thoughts by Matt's voice as he pointed to an apartment on his left. Slowly, reluctantly, Maya stopped her car outside of the house and they both stepped out. She followed Matt's footsteps as they walked up the stairs to the front door. She wasn't surprised when he was able to push it open, no lock stopping him. He was always so careless with things like that.
The inside of the apartment did not surprise her either. It was mainly empty, no sense of personality to be found anywhere. A leather couch was placed haphazardly in what she guessed was the living room and a large television was placed in front of it. A small dining table was placed between what Maya distinguished as the kitchen and the living room, though it looked like it had never been used.
She warily stepped inside, relaxing slightly when Matt reassured her that he was definitely not here.
"He won't be back for at least an hour, I would say. Important business." She tried not to think about what he meant by 'business', but couldn't help but wonder if it involved killing someone. It wouldn't have been the first time he had killed, she knew.
She carefully placed her duffle bag onto the kitchen counter and let out a yawn, forcing herself to stay awake until she finally accomplished what she had come here to do. Not that she was entirely sure what that was exactly, but she knew it was important.
She pulled her worn down notebook from the side pocket of her bag and walked towards the leather couch, feeling her body sink pleasantly into it as she sat down. She felt comforted by the beeps that emitted from Matt's PSP every now and again as he sat beside her, neither of them saying much of anything as he played his games and she wrote down her thoughts.
She was only pulled back to reality by the slam of the front door as someone came home and she froze instantly, not having prepared herself for the moment to come quite so suddenly. Matt was standing in an instant, but she did not look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. She was quite literally frozen in place.
"Hey, M-,"
"Who's she?" His voice sent her heart into overdrive but she took a deep breath and blocked it out, carefully standing from the couch. She exhaled slowly and pushed her emotions down deep inside of her, where they had more often than not been hidden. She turned around, and for the first time in four years she was face to face with Mello.
His eyes widened when he saw her, but a moment later they were narrowed again and he was grabbing Matt by his collar and shoving him hard against the wall. Maya watched silently as Mello growled viciously, his grip tightening on the now ruined shirt.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" He demanded, but did not give Matt time to answer before he had released his hold on the other boy's shirt and turned his attention to Maya. She stood calmly by the couch, not having moved an inch.
"Mello." She stated, unsure what else she could possibly say in a moment like this. He walked towards her with a wild look in his eye, one she had not seen from him before. Mello had expected her to be afraid, to back away from him like everyone else, but she didn't. She stood her ground and he stopped right in front of her, close enough that she could smell the chocolate on his breath. At least one thing, she thought, hasn't changed.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" He sneered at her, and she tried not to falter, but her hands began to shake and she clenched them into fists at her side. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands and she focused on the pain instead of the look in Mello's eye. She needed a cigarette.
When she did not reply he looked at her a moment longer, his eyes darting between hers, before his eyes narrowed even further and he pushed past her and into a room she assumed was his bedroom. All in all, she decided that things could have gone a lot worse. She labelled it a success.
What did you think? Leave an review and let me know, please! And favourite / follow if you dig it.