The sirens sounded, ringing in the blonde's ears. I wonder who it'll be today. Mello wondered. They were at the building in minutes, reaching the roof at a great speed, several pairs of feet flying up the stairs.
When they reached the top, Mello held out his hand in a stop sign, signaling for the others to wait as he went ahead.
Across the other side of the roof, a young red head was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge, humming a tune to himself and rapping his fingers on the ledge.
'Sir?' Mello called 'Is it alright for me to come and sit with you?'
'Do whatever the fu-ck you waant' The goggle wearing young man slurred, not even bothering to turn around. 'And don't call me sir!'
Mello walked towards him, his golden locks bouncing. 'You smoke?' He asked, ceasing his humming. 'No, I like to think my body's a temple'
The young man scoffed at this, still not looking in the blonde's direction. They both sat, almost casually, with their feet hanging over a 600ft drop. One wrong move.
'So, what's your name?'
'Matt, if it matters'
'Of course it matters, hello Matt, my name is Mello'
This time, Matt started giggling 'M-mello? What kind of name is Mello!' He turned to face him and was slightly taken aback by the age and feminine appearance of the negotiator.
'So, this is the part where I tell you why I'm sitting up here and then you try to establish a connection with me, empathise and convince me to get off the roof?' He began to grind his teeth.
'That's the basic idea, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do' Mello replied, most of his negotiations were almost scripted, but this one felt different.
'I could just-' Matt slid forward a little off the ledge he was sitting on and Mello grabbed onto his arm, a sense of panic in the action. 'Think about this' Mello warned, Matt felt the gaze burn into his, he became entranced.
'So, do you want to tell me why you're up here? Mello asked, releasing his vice grip on the redheads arm and looking away. 'No.' He replied 'But I would like to get really drunk' 'We can do that if you like' he said whilst scraping his hair into a messy ponytail. 'Shall we?' Out of the blue, Matt started laughing hysterically. 'And how many suicidal freaks do you normally buy drinks for in, let's say, a month?'
'You're not a freak Matt, if there's one thing I've learnt doing this job, it's that even the strongest of people can wan't to die. It's no judgement on their character. Such is life.' I won't let this one die. 'Out of interest….Mello, how long have you done this?'
'Well, if you come out for that drink with me, we can talk'
They seemed to then sit in silence for hours after that. Both watching the sky darken. In Mello's earpiece he continued to hear 'Should we step in' 'What's going on' and 'Have you made any progress' Each time Mello would simply hold up his hand behind him, and they would be quiet.
Please live.
