Rating: T

Disclaimer: Do not own Death Note or any of the characters associated with it except for the main character Mina. Yay. I own something.

Summery: Kidnapped and taken away from her affluent, boorish father, Mina confides in a detective that will change her life forever.

Note: Mild sexual content in this chapter.

Chapter 2

Mina gripped onto the bed post for balance. This whole anonymous message ordeal was making her dizzy. For the last fifteen minutes she had been going backwards and forwards. But in the end, Mina didn't really have a choice. She remembered the last time they had guests, and she hadn't appeared downstairs. Her father…

- Beep. Beep. –

Her screen flashed once more and a message popped up. She walked cautiously towards her computer, as if it was diseased, and read the message. To her relief, it was only an alert alarm, reminding her to call her hairdresser in the morning. Oh yeah, she'd forgot about that. But then again, that was the point of these digital alert functions. She plonked her self onto the bed, outstretching her hands across the silken, heavily detailed sheets. Wrapping her feet amongst the golden ridges, she sighed. She didn't want to go down stairs. But she had no choice. The message before was more then likely a hoax, a joke just to scare her. If she stayed up in her room, the outcome of was patent. It was joke. A stupid little joke one of your academy rivals probably sent just to frighten you. Forget about it. But as she watched the guests slowly, almost ghostly, pour through the front gates; she couldn't shake the message out of her mind. As she drew the thick, dark curtains across her balcony doors, she noticed the majority of the guests wearing golden plated masks. Typical. She groaned in annoyance as she stumbled over to her wardrobe.

"I never have anything to wear to these gatherings!" she said as she threw five evening gowns across her golden sheets. "Black. Suitable." She mumbled under her breath as she distinctively picked one dress she thought more appropriate then the rest. A knock on the door made her rush the process of pulling the slippery black cloth over her hips.

"Mina?" she recognised her father's rasping voice. "Now." She said nothing, and sighed with relief as she heard his foot steps fading down the hall. She quickly rummaged through her mass collection of shoes before picking out a pair and fumbling to put them on her feet. As she ran down the hall, she almost slipped on the marble floor, not to mention almost colliding with her maid and ramming her into a pillar. She slid down the banister of the stairwell and composed herself just in time as she heard the servant boy open the doors for the guests. Her father frowned at her disapprovingly as she stood next to him, shaking the hands of his former business partners, local barons and their wives. His look soon diminished as he caught the eye of an old friend, he embraced him in a boyish hug and Mina took this moment as her chance to escape. She soon excused herself into the bathroom down the hall. She noticed the dirty look he had given her, and thought it only because she was not completely ready. She bent over the sink, opening a cupboard underneath and letting her hand roam around the empty space. Ah-huh! She chimed as her fingers slid over a smooth surfaced box. She pulled it out. Covered in a rich coating of red, she flicked the lever and lifted the lid open. It was a make-up box and to Mina's great delight, she had not removed any of the utensils from their original spots. She quickly pushed out the side dish and covered her brush in a golden metallic powder. Hopefully, this will make me look more appealing. . .

"My god! Look what the world has done to you!" Mina's father grinned at an oldish man, wearing a black cape and a top hat. "Quillsh Wammy! It's been a long time!" they shook each other's hands.

"You of all people should know to call me Watari, Ryes." Ryes, Mina's father nodded, and patted the old man gently on the shoulder, afraid that Watari would break under his touch.

"You're looking so thin and fragile these days, Watari. What have you been up to?"

"Not as exciting as it used to be, my old friend"

"Alas, I must agree" Ryes said solemnly, grabbing two glasses of champagne off of the servant boys tray. He offered one to Watari.

"Oh no, I mustn't!" he refused, flying his hands up in the air. "Still digesting some pills, I'm afraid" Ryes shook his head.

"What a pity" he sighed, gulping down the first glass of bubbly liquor and soon moving onto the second. Watari raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Damn" Ryes spat "Where is that daughter of mine?!" Watari's eyebrows returned to their usual position. "Mina? MINA!?"

"Yes. Yes. What?" Mina soon came pushing through the crowd towards her father. She noticed the old man standing next to him, and offered her hand. He shook it attentively. "I'm Mina, the daughter of-" she looked around and noticed her father, who had clumsily tipped his glass into another guest. "-this senseless baboon" Watari chuckled and smiled.

"He wasn't always like this" he said, shocking Mina slightly. Her father? Never like that? She looked around at her father once more, who was now boasting about his wealth to another business looking agent. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe it.

"I wish I could have been there when he wasn't like this" she sighed. Watari nodded understanding.

"Have a good night, young miss" he gave her a weak smile before disappearing into the masked crowd. Mina sighed and headed towards the bar. She smiled at a few nodding heads as she walked passed the main crowd into the sitting area, were many women were sitting and chatting to one another excitedly. She saw the bar ahead, right next to the great fireplace, which was, to her, an ugly looking one which took up almost the entire wall. As she passed the gossiping women, she felt her arm being pulled in the opposite direction.

"H-hey!" she stammered, annoyed that she was being deprived of her wants, a strong drink and possibly a flirting session with the barman.

"Dance with me" a male voice whispered to her. She attempted to look into the face of the man who had so forcibly grabbed her arm, but it was no use, for his features were hidden behind a metallic plated mask.

"No thanks" Mina tried to sound polite, but this boy was persistent.

"Please?" he insisted.

"N-no!" she stammered, twisting her arm out of his grip. As soon as she was free, she ran through the crowd towards the bar. Phew! She had made it, finally. She spun around in the revolving chair for a moment before ordering. To her disappointment, the bar man wasn't the one from last time. "Shame" she mumbled under her breath as she took a sip of the cold, crispy liquor.

"Shame on you" A voice said from beside her. She raised her eyebrows and turned towards the man who sat crouched in his seat. "That poor boy has been watching you ever since you came out of the restroom, and to his great disappointment, you reject him for a glass of booze" Mina chuckled at this.

"Show's how unsociable you are" the man shifted in his seat, his foot slightly slipping off the chair, but quickly returning it to its previous spot.

"Maybe, but I don't like conversing with strangers anyhow"

"You're doing it now, are you not?" she said confused, shifting her head to the side, hoping to get a better look at his face. But it was no use. His face was concealed under a hideous, plastic mask.

"No." he said simply, confusing her even more. "We've been introduced before"

"But that's impossible, I've never seen you before in my life" she said, her voice revealing a more serious and annoyed tone then she expected. But the man did not reply, for he had stood up and had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Strange" Mina muttered under her breath.

"I second that thought..." the bar man agreed with her, staring into the crowd in a confused manner. She smiled at him. Even if he wasn't a complete stud, and wore black rimmed glasses, he'd be much more entertaining and less uncomfortable to talk to. There were too many freaks and bizarre men around here. More than usual…

"I wouldn't worry about it, miss" he said her, with the most adorable smile. What a geek! She screamed in her head. "I've seen my fair share of men like that…probably drunk or high on meth"

"Mmm…" she nodded her head, taking another sip of her tonic and vodka.

"More?" he offered with a smile.

"Sure" she smiled back, melting under that grin of his and those shiny white, perfect teeth. Alright, she had to admit, he was adorable in a nerdy kind of way. His smile was dazzling, and his dark eyes had that sense of mysterious light that Mina just cannot resist. She completely forgot about the seemingly drunk man from before, and altered all her attention on the barmen. What is it about these bar men? She thought, completely mesmerized by his attitude. When he lifted his arm to take hold of her empty glass, Mina almost fell off her chair. His arms. Had to be drummer's arms. They were too masculine to be true geek's arms.

"So" she sighed, forcing herself to push that un-lady like images from her mind. But she failed, when he began to roll up his sleaves, revealing for flesh then she could ever hoped for. She could have cried with joy. Seriously. "Work out much?" she said, deciding to ditch the rich kid talk and move onto a more casual approach, knowing now that this boy was anything but a spoilt brat.

"Not really. I'm in a band though"

"Drummer?" He looked up at her surprised.

"Yeah! How can you tell?"

"Your arms…" she leaned over slightly and touched them. "You've got drummer's arms" a smirk formed on his face. Their eye's locked for a moment. It would have lasted longer if Mina's father had not interrupted with a loud roar of disapproval. They sprung apart and averted their eyes away form each others.

"You there!" he pointed at the barman, Mina shivered, attempting to not look guilty. Her father was enraged.

"More champagne!" and then he began to laugh. His drunken friends around him also laughed and slapped each other on the backs. Mina, relieved, turned back to the barman. His hands were fumbling around the glasses shakily, but his face seemed washed of any kind of fear. He sighed with relief when Mina's father turned around and left.

"That guy scares me" he admitted.

"That's my father for you" he stood there for a moment.

"That's your father?" he said, not believing what she had just told him. "No way"

"Yes way!" she nodded, slipping a few giggles. He chuckled slightly as he picked up a tea towel and began wiping the wet glasses.

"I don't believe it" he said after a minute of silence, making Mina laugh. "What's your name?" he asked her. She replied, also asking his name.

"Trey" he said, gulping down a reserved bottle of beer. They talked for a while longer, laughing and giggling at each others words, even if they weren't humorous in any form. They'd definitely had one too many drinks and the party was coming to a close. The crowd was slowly reducing to a small mob of drunks and pissed visitors, collapsing on top of each other and laughing about the poor and worthless.

Trey seemed to have forgotten his position and responsibility as barman, and after a few more drinks, he led Mina by the hand to a dark and secluded area. Mina tripped over a few empty bottles and realised they must be in the room where her father stored all the alcohol.

"Here" Trey whispered in her ear drunkenly. He shuffled around in the dark and Mina had no idea what he was doing. The sound of glass clashing together made her head spin, thankfully, Trey soon returned to her, with another bottle. He skilfully twisted the lid off and drank some more. Mina soon grabbed the bottle of him, and plunged the snout down her throat. She coughed and stuttered uncontrollably when she tasted the sweet and thickening taste of whisky. Trey chuckled and threw the bottle aside, letting it fall and smash to the ground alongside the other empty bottles. Mina squealed inwardly with joy when she felt Trey's warm lips meet hers in a feverish kiss. His body pressed firmly against hers. Her back soon colliding with the cold, hard, concrete wall.

It wasn't the first time Mina had screwed around with the barmen at her father's party. In fact, it was the highlight of the parties, and something for Mina to look forward to. Her father never approved of the boys she brought home from school, and strictly laid down more then enough rules to guarantee her virginity for eternity. So, Mina decided to play it cool with the barmen. They were always young. They were always attractive in some way. And they always seemed to be interested in her, to her delight and advantage.

Mina snapped out of her thoughts as soon as she felt a slick hand press against her thighs. She instinctively curled her legs around his waist and he moaned between parted lips. All the biting and sucking had already made Mina's lips swollen and sore. She didn't seem to care. Her only care was the curtain pressure against her thigh, which definitely wasn't Trey's hand.

A/N: I think I might change the rating to M permanently…chuckles nervously