The door clicked shut, frost seemed to crawl under and along the hinges. The chilly breeze trapped inside finally freshened the air filled with violence and blood - even at the very least.

"Mello? What's the bumming about?" A man in his early twenties scoffed, bringing a bag of flavored chips, a couple of beer cans, chocolate bars and many more of the same kind of junk. He flopped down the space next to the blonde, pulled out his own addictive drug - and there were minutes of silence except for the rushed sounds of shooting guns and hysterical people screaming in the background.

"I'm not a bum, Matt." He finally replied. A sigh could be heard from the depths of his throat as he relaxed the upper part of his body and chomped down the dark sweet.

"Hm. Right. So, any findings?" He paused the game for a moment.

"Yes. A few of them are vague and disconnected, but everything is making sense. Actually, it's getting annoying. "

On the screen, there were millions of words that reflected in his pair of blue eyes. Gathered and processed through his brain, it appears that most of the articles refer to one person - the target. The sole reason of years of hunting and killing by the 'Dia' group, and the cause of Mello's exhaustion -

"You found N then." Time resumed.

"That guy... Just who is he? Only the family inside the circle knows the track of its keepers. Or were they extinguished?" Mello bent forward, placed his elbows on his knees and indulged in deep thought. A single glance of him made Matt rethink of his nonsensical words, and made a second thought of messing with his flame. It's just like the ill-tempered teen to annihilate all that comes in his way or throw him off the path, and that includes him and his puns.

"Some outsider probably probed into the secret society as one of them but... wouldn't they know?" The atmosphere became more serious as every second ticked by - as well as his craving for cigarettes.

"Considered. Let's say that the security is frail, and that the people there are stupid. So it must've been easy to get in without any sort of standards. Having it will be no problem. But this... N, I swear, he's an idiot to think he won't be -

"Suspected as 'White Lotus'."

"Precisely."

"For all the years, Lotus has become qualified as rival. Top list dealer in the black Market, but never revealed his identity in any meetings. Obviously, same routes and competed with our trades. But the past year, a secret society laid their hands on a precious product - The Lady. The hidden pride of the Tong an dynasty in China, which contained herbs and berries that can cause hallucination and effects similar to a high priced drug when overdosed - and a medicine that filters blood and any kind of first-stage sickness.

Dr. Lu Zhen Wang discovered its further effects, but it's existence was lost in time. However, the Chinese Mafia held it into the market along with the society, and it is our job to find it and keep a good foothold in our business." Matt wrapped it up like a matter of fact, cleared his throat and smirked to himself.

"Where'd you get that?"

"I'm a hacker." Both made eye contact and chuckled, Mello placed the half-eaten dessert into his leather pocket and rummaged through a pile beside his seat - underneath were guns and silver bullets.

Matt raised a brow "Woah, so you just really shoot anyone like a dog in heat?" He halted his actions, glared at his pal for a second and grinned.

" Old habits die hard. But we won't shoot just anyone. I will find that bastard." Venom dripped from the statement, Matt felt uncomfortable at how his features knitted into his old self; when he killed to find a purpose, and a few more reasons that complicate Mello's life.

Mello irritatingly gritted his jaws "Lotus, N... just who are you? What the hell do you want?" The tall figure grabbed his red coat and guns in a swift, shadow speed, the thumping of boots were heard until he reached the the deadly doorstep towards a city where everybody has known him for -

"Everyone seeks revenge." The brunette uttered the letters from the screen. It was the end of the line, the answers for the game - and Mello nodded.

"See ya later, Mattie." It was colder.

Revenge?

no.

Matt removed his tinted goggles and exhaled a puff of air. It was the freezing winter of the year, but the calm, Russian, mafia leader was no match for it.

Judgement.

"Yea, see you later, Black Dia Godfather - Mihael Keehl."

Somebody's going to bleed tonight.

A/n hope you guys find this interesting ^^ anyway! Who do you think is N? Lol