Today I had heard of the death of Mail Jeevas. The first thing that came to mind was "I knew him." And the second thing was "poor Mello." The two were my rivals, but competing had been more of Mello's idea not mine. And Mello and Matt were always very close friends, and I believe they also loved each other, when they got older.
Apparently Matt was in a car accident, while being chased by somebody of the criminal sort. If there was crime involved than Mello would probably be questioned, and he would most likely end up in jail, because of his involvement in the mafia. Well Mello may be a criminal, and he may hate me, I think I could get him to help me with the Kira case. He has a temper and a grudge but he's not stupid. I thought maybe I could get him to come and work with me. A crazy idea yes, but I am a super-genius so I'm sure I could figure out a way to get Mello before the authorities did. (that sounds terrible wrong, I know)
A few hours later, I stood outside the door to Mello's apartment, alone. I knocked. There was no answer, so after several more attempts, including kicking the door a bit, the knob turned, and out stepped the familiar blonde.
Instead of his usual leather, Mello wore a lose cotton black shirt and pants of the same color. He was gritting his teeth and looked about ready to spew dirty curse words at the person disturbing him, but then seemed shocked to see that it was me.
"Near..." he growled. His red rimmed eyes narrowed into slits and his pupils constricted as they always did when he was getting angry.
"I'm very sorry to bother you
Mello."
"Then why do you fuck off?"
"Because...after what happened to Matt you are no doubt going to be questioned, and when the police find out who you are, you will be arrested."
"I don't care. Let them take me. I don't care about anything anymore."
"What about solving the kira case?" I inquired
"What about it. Solve it yourself." he turned and slowly walked into the cluttered apartment. I followed.
"Near? WTF. Go away!"
"You'll be going to jail."
"It doesn't matter." he picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate from the mess of papers on the coffee table and bit into it.
"You do know...there isn't any chocolate in prison." I reminded.
Mello looked up, weighing his options, contemplating his quandary. "Alright" He finally sighed I'll come with you and help solve the Kira case."
