The silence was broken by a knock in the door, then a men dressed black entered in the room.
"You may enter." Sherazade dropped the magazine and stood up, hiding her bag behind the legs.
"Miss, he's here." The man stood up for some seconds, waiting for her response.
"Uhn… Let's go." Sherazade had the company of two bodyguards. She thought it was too much, but the orders from Near was higher than hers. At least, he let her choose who she'd stay with. Her trust was more important than what was better. After all, could escape if she didn't accept and for sure, didn't accept Near, even with her facts.
After leaving the elevator, arrived in the reception, and the first thing noticed was a blond man holding a motorcycle helmet and a gun. The only thing that really mattered was the "Mihael Keehl" written in red above his head. Sherazade came up and he froze for a moment. He didn't know it was an adult, but a girl like Near described. He turned and ordered her to follow him and let a low sigh out. When they left the hotel, stopped and turned again, just to see if there was anyone following them. Fortunately, there wasn't anyone suspect, one less thing to worry about. The woman looked around a bit, breathing and feeling the warm of the cities. Mihael didn't care how much strange she was appearing as she circled her field of vision. Ordered her to got up on the motorcycle, and then did the same.
Soon, they arrived in a high building. He made her got up the stairs, because apparently, there wasn't any working elevator. Mello was getting up very faster, while she was in a difficult situation, standing up with the high heels. Mello found it amusing, and Sherazade realized it.
"What are you looking at? Enjoying my misery?"
"A little..."
She took the advantage that he stopped to go the fastest as she could, until he lose her in his view. Then, she flew through the steps for more five floors.. When Mello found her, he was all sweat and breathless.
"Who's laughing now?"
He just looked her with disproving face and they entered in the apartment. There was a man playing video games, but he just turned back to see her when realized that there was a woman.
"Matt, she's Shena. She'll stay with us for a while." Matt gazed the woman for two seconds and went back to his video game.
"Ok." He acted so simply that they doubt that he understood. Anyway, took her to the corridor, darker than the room, that would be already disappeared if there wasn't a real friendly chandelier. He entered in the room at right, inviting her to come in too. It was a morbid bedroom, not ugly, but dark. The lighter color was the red cover of the bed, and maybe something in the bookcase.
"So... This is where we are going to sleep."
"We?"
"Yeah..." The blonde bit the chocolate bar he had in his jacket and prepared to leave.
She put her blue bag next to the door.
"Any reason for that?"
Mello got bothered and sighed.
"The only reason you are in this place, is because you needed protection and supervision. Nights are long"
It was supposed to be funny, but he stood serious. His voice was harsh. Left to let her unpack her things and put in the wardrobe. She could make fun of his clothes in her mind while she opened it. By the way, she had almost the same number of clothes than he had, being all hers in her Marc Jacobs bag. It could surprise anyone. He was already working when she finished, and was listening to Misa's conversations, hoping her to not think he was a stalker, even if what she thinks didn't matter. What he didn't know was that as realized nobody was there to give any attention, Shena was already gone. Went for a walk, to try being as normal as a human.
Three hours were enough to him, being as annoyed as hell by the low QI chat of Misa. He was completed in a bad mood, going to his bedroom and laid in the bed, with his favorite tranquillizer, a sweet chocolate bar.
"Is Shena like Misa? Stupid like her? No, if she came from Wammy's, must be smarter." He started to travel in his own thoughts for something like one hour. Even if he didn't know much about Sherazade, the profile he created upon his meeting earlier was good enough to test it.
After sometime, he realized that she wasn't there.