I'm still not sure how serious I'm going to treat this story. The idea started off as crack, but now its developing into something more. I won't give out too many details now, because this is going to be one hell of a ride, but I'm anxious to hear any feedback you might have.

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I stared in disbelief at the screen in front of me. Surely, what I was viewing was a prank. It had to be. But even as I tried to dissuade myself from accepting the message in my inbox, I knew it was authentic. I had received it over the network only accessible by Wammy's children, and a fake was out of the question. The message read simply:

Matt.

I know you've been tracking me.

This has been going on for too long. I've decided to confront you face to face.

Meet me outside the old Barry's on Westheimer tomorrow at 7.

I'll be waiting.

I had to make a conscious effort to keep the cigarette from falling out of my mouth as I finished scanning the message.

So Mello knew I was trying to find him. Shit. I didn't think I had been that obvious. Honestly, I had only managed to get a few leads, and I hadn't even caught site of the blonde. The fact that he knew I was on his trail meant I was doing more terribly than I originally thought, but still...

He was willing to meet me. That was the most shocking part of all. I didn't know what I would say when I finally confronted him. In reality, I had been both hoping for and dreading our reunion. There was the possibility he would reject me entirely at this point, since he had other henchmen to do his bidding for him.

I leaned back farther in my computer chair, allowing a puff of smoke to fan out across the screen. Well, I had made it this far. There was no use in getting cold feet now, I had already moved to America, and with the move, forfeited any future I had back in England. The only real question that remained in my mind was whether or not a bullet proof vest would be a wise choice.

Nah. He wouldn't shoot me. Hopefully...

I couldn't stop the grimace that crept its way across my face. Anxiety was rearing its ugly head.

"Fuck..."

I looked like a bloody wreck, as did my apartment. I would need to clean up before tommorow.

With a sigh, I sprung from my chair and headed for my bedroom. No time like the present to prepare for the inevitable.

Next chapter will be longer, this is merely a prequel.