Thoughts are indented.

Emphasis are bold.

The second chapter...I'm not sure how I feel about this one...it's mostly talking, and I find that I don't put a lot of action when I make characters talk too much; but, I tried. Critique?


Beepbeepbeep.

Beepbeepbeep.

For the love of God...shut up...

A hand reached out from under the blanket, groping wildly before finding the gun that it was looking for on the bedside table. He barely managed to pull back the hammer in his sleepy stupor, and he shot in the general direction of the sound. There was the sound of glass and plastic breaking, but the beeping continued. Well fuck me running. With a shift of his body and prying his eyes open, Mello awoke with a growl. The culprit of the noise was not, in fact, the alarm clock that now lain in shattered pieces on the floor; but, instead, the cell phone ringing and vibrating next to his gun. Mello snatched the thing and flipped it open, hissing.

"What?!" Of course, in his groggy state, it probably came out as fiercely as a kitten's mewl. And Matt was not impressed as his voice rang through the cell, ear-splitting to Mello's early morning state of mind.

"Finally...do you know how many times I've called you-?"

"Matt, I hate you."

There was a crackling sound, most likely a sigh. "Mmhm. Well rise and fucking shine, Princess, we've got work to do."

"...Matt, I really hate you."

A pause; Matt was probably stamping out his cigarette. Not a lot of people could get away with talking to Mello like Matt could; in fact, higher-ups and Matt were the only people that could insult Mello and get away without a bullet in their skull. And Matt, knowing this full well, tended to take advantage. "Boss said he had an important job for us. Hell, Mello... Do you want to be the one to tell him to fuck off?"

Matt's words caused Mello to go from tired to jumping out of bed, digging through drawers and kicking off the boots he wore yesterday. "Boss as in, Rashual or Boss as in, Rod?" Most of their orders came from Rashual, a veteran who beat the backbone into the lower members; while Rod, on the other hand...well Hell, he was the King himself.

"Boss as in, Rod. This is big, Mello. Something else went down last night, and Rod's calling in every lowlife member to jump in front of the bullet for him. I don't know what it is, but it's important."

Fuck. All of the other lower members? Important job? What, was Rod trying to get them all to kill each other? Probably. But then again, if this job was as important as Matt was making it out to be, and Mello got it done... This could be the break that Mello was looking for. The blonde pushed open the bathroom door with his foot, trying to get a shower ready and talk to Matt at the same time.

"Where are we meeting him?"

"Where do fuck you think?" There was Matt's tone again, and it was starting to piss Mello off. The blonde let out a hiss as the blade he was using to shave nicked skin, and blood droplets decorated the sink, quickly washed away by the water; his voice came out in a growl.

"Langer's." Better known to most civilians as Langer's Deli. On its slow days, it was used as a meeting place for most mob members. "Well, won't this be interesting?" Mello snatched a hand towel as he washed his face clean.

There was a snort. "I guess 'interesting' is one word for it."

Mello huffed in frustration. "Matt, did it ever occur to you that this could be our break?"

"Mello, did it ever occur to you that I don't give a rat's ass about Kira?" Oh, Matt was quick on the draw. Perhaps he knew Mello to well. Matt expected a venom-filled retort in return, but all he got was a chuckle as Mello hung up.


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