Hmm... I know, I know. My writing skill may have kind have gone to hell in my short hiatus from fanfiction . But bare with me. I'll soon get back into it. Thanks to the people to have reviewed so far. You make me so very happy. And that sounded creepy. You smell good too.

Meine Liebe

Chapter Two: Pulsieren Sie

Mello snapped open the phone once again and, once again, there were no new messages. A frustrated growl twisted up in his throat, accompanied by an eyebrow-less scowl. Yes, he appreciated that the distance between America and Japan was great, but this was simply taking too long. He shifted in his seat, leather creaking, and threw the crumpled foil wrapper of his tenth chocolate bar at the wall.

Just as he was about to fling aside the phone, it vibrated in his hand. He snapped it open in a reflex movement. It displayed a crudely spelled message: 'got grl. Tken dwn 2 cell.'

Without hesitation, Mello leapt from the couch and headed for the stairs that lead underground. His heavy boots clanged loudly on the metal, despite the fact that he barely touched them with his light step. There was a joke, a secret joke, within the Mafia underlings that Mello was in fact a girl; he was, after all, very dramatic, prone to mood swings, loved chocolate – basically the walking stereotype of a woman. But you would never say anything like that in front of the blond teen because he would probably shoot you in the face. Everyone knew how ruthless Mello could be; everyone had seen him in action.

Mello hurried down the dim passage; it had a strange, almost earthly smell and was lit sparsely by low-watt light bulbs. At the end of the passage there was a heavy iron door that looked like something from an old ship, with a handle that had to be turned. It was rusty and shrieked under his leather-clad hands, and when it opened he was greeted by harsh white light that bounced off sterile white tiles. He flinched.

Inside there were several Mafia men gathering near a glass cell that stretched from wall to wall, with a spinning, lockable door placed in the centre.

"Mello!"

"Get out."

"But –"

"Get. Out."

The men, who were all several heads taller than the teen and much, much stronger, complied quickly. Mello wasn't someone to mess with; he was the boss's right hand man and a force to be reckoned with. Also, Mello was driving this operation, this was his plan, and Mello had never failed them before, so it was best to just stay out of his way until he was done.

The door closed surprisingly quietly and Mello was left alone. Beyond the glass a petite Japanese girl lay on her back, body curving upward slightly due to her hands being handcuffed underneath her. The masking tape still covered her mouth. Her ebony hair streamed across the colourless tiles of the floor, her face was just as pale with raccoon+-like circles under her sunken eyes.

She was unconscious.

Mello smirked to himself, pulled yet another bar of chocolate from his pocket and unwrapped it. When he bit into it, the crack echoed through the empty room.

...

Sayu did not remember falling asleep because that never happened, that would have been too painless; however she did remember being injected with something in the van. That man, horrible leering man, with small eyes and lank brown hair, had come towards her with that hypodermic needle and jammed it roughly in her neck. A sharp sting, smell of cigar-smoke and sweat, struggling against her bindings, then a growing darkness. Then nothing, sweet nothing; a void where thoughts stopped and dangers disappeared. In that long darkness, even dreams couldn't reach her and it was so beautiful.

So when Sayu initially opened her eyes, she believed herself to be in heaven. It was so bright and she was still filled with that inner peace. For a few seconds that wonderful mirage continued and she honestly thought herself to be free; that, like in her childhood nightmares, her capturers had killed her and she was finally at rest.

But then she noticed something as her bleary vision cleared. Strip lights across the ceiling.

Heaven didn't have strip lights.

The bubble of peace popped within her stomach, leaving a cold and hollow panic. Then, and only then, did she come to realise what an awkward position she was in, how her spine ached and how heavy and numb her arms were. Sayu writhed about on the tiles, trying to prop herself up. She rolled onto her front; the tiles were cold on her warm cheek and sent a little shock through her body. From her position lying on her face Sayu managed to prop up her knees up under her and, with much struggling, got into a kneeling position.

Mello was watching her through the glass, calmly chewing chocolate. Intense, unblinking blue bore into dark brown.

Sayu couldn't help but stare back, his fierce gaze kept her kind of hypnotized. Things took a surreal turn and she felt the world melt away.

Who was he? And why did he look like and angel?

A halo of golden hair that shone in harsh light, tanned soft-looking skin, a strong face and those eyes. Eyes that didn't shine, eyes that didn't blink, eyes that were hard, eyes that could bring fear to the strongest of his men. Eyes that were strangely beautiful, with an effeminate curve to them, framed with long, pale lashes.

Sayu was entranced, but so afraid. So very afraid. For those eyes were filled with danger.

The magic shattered with a crack as the chocolate broke and echoed through the heavy silence. She could look away; finally, she could escape his eyes. But the heavy feeling of fear within her didn't subside. Mello, set aside his chocolate, unlocked the rotating door and stepped into the cell, his footsteps echoing with purpose. He stopped before her, boots shining in the strip light.

"Sayu Yagami." He said, voice slow, almost thoughtful. "Daughter of Soichiro Yagami, Deputy Director of the NPA." He paused, crouched, so his face was level with hers. If she had been looking, she would of noticed that he had a strange smirk on his face, a cross between a smile and a sneer.

With a sudden movement, his hand was knotted in the hair on the sensitive lower back of the head, and he yanked it hard so her face was inclined towards his. Sayu gave a little cry of pain that was muffled by the tape. "It's rude to ignore people when they are talking to you." His expression never changed as he threw her down hard onto her back, straddling her stomach and drawing his gun.

Her dark eyes went unattractively wide and he felt every muscle in her body go tense under him. Mello smirked. This was his favourite part. He loved the power; he lived to replicate this feeling. The ultimate high.

Mello leaned forward and roughly ripped away the tape and Sayu gave a little cry as he managed to rip away a little bit of skin too. A few beads of blood formed on her chapped, pale lips and Mello grinned in satisfaction – he liked to see them bleed. But he didn't like the look in her doe-like eyes; they were too female.

He had never had to do this to a girl. It seemed vaguely wrong; but he swallowed the feeling, leaning forward and pressing his pistol to her temple.

"Now, I think you should tell me everything you know."