Authors note: Well here's chapter two, I worked extremely hard on this so I hope you enjoy it! Anyway this chapter shows that things from Mello are deeper than just Mail being his pet. I hope you enjoy it. Please read, review and enjoy.
Implied safety
Anna seemed slightly more interested as she watched the boy with his violin. She didn't speak, merely tilted her head slightly like a child enamored by the prospect of a show. After several minutes of watching him fiddle with it her eyes narrowed and she returned to her business like demeanor, "I expected more questions after the expression that befell your face and yet you instead began to work with your instrument. Does that mean you're thinking? Does it mean you wish me to be silent? I will answer any questioned you have with the best of my ability but I am nothing more than a soldier, I am not told a majority of things." She noticed the pause in his hands and the puzzled look on his face, "A soldier is hired help. I am a personal bodyguard for you so we will be spending many hours together."
He smiled slightly, despite his hatred for Night Walkers she seemed to be kind enough. "So, you were hired to watch over me or did you already have a position before I came along?" He questioned laying his violin on his lap fingering the bow uneasily. It was hard enough to read her face but her demeanor expressed as if she were on edge. "Is there something wrong? Did I ask the wrong questions?"
Slowly she shook her head. "I have always watched over you Mail. In the dead of night when you would awaken from night terrors, I was there in the corner watching you and making sure you were put back to sleep properly. When you would travel nearly an hour away from your family home to practice where other ears could not listen I was there. I quite enjoy listening to you play now. It's a sweet melody of an innocent person. Someone whoms hands hand not yet been stained with blood, someone who has not witnessed the horrors of the world around them. It's intriguing. But yes, before you were born I was always by the side of the presidents lover. He was a very sickly man and I would accompany him for hours through the gardens and through the manor but he has since passed on and now I am your guardian." She was soft spoken enough managing to look away from the other only for a few seconds to glance outside the window before returning his stare with an unblinking one.
He nodded slowly folding his hands together, "The president had a lover? What happened to him?" He questioned softly wondering if he was treading into dangerous territory but she didn't seem to notice it. He had vaguely wondered what she seemed to be searching for outside the window but instead he focused on the questions buzzing in his head like angry bees.
She sighed, "An unfortunate event actually." She glanced towards the window again, "You wouldn't believe it but even now there is a war raging. A war that the president has lost so many to even his own love. Out there, hidden amongst the trees is a group of individuals calling themselves the resistance. Their idea is nothing more than to wipe out the Night walkers and liberate the humans once more." Slowly she looked back at the bright eyed boy, "Liberate those who have no idea to be free any longer. It is ludicrous. They are led by a Night walker that calls himself N and he is the one that murdered the presidents lover in cold blood." She shook her head slowly, "No. The presidents lover gave up his life for the greater good of all of us and now we all seek vengeance but Mail that is nothing you have to worry about. Tristan and I will protect you with our lives."
He raised an eyebrow watching her from under his red fringe, "Tristan?" He quizzed looking out attempting to imagine a war going on in the peaceful forest they were passing. Despite his greatest attempts he couldn't find it. Outside it all seemed so natural, beautiful, gentle, there couldn't be a war going on. At least not the one the woman described.
She smiled reaching forward watching the boy jerk away from her hand. Her facial expression didn't change as she pushed a silver button that rolled down the window separating them and the front seat where the man from before was driving. He was the very same man that had come to retrieve him from the other group of unique. "He's a bit loud, rash and easy to excite but he's your other bodyguard." She rolled the window up before allowing him to respond and sat back again. "You jumped as if I was going to harm you."
He flushed a slight crimson, "Well my first real contact with Night Walkers they were taking me away from my parents." He watched her look thoughtful as if trying to access how that pertained to her before nodding. "Why does the president want me?" He asked quietly. It was the first real question that he wanted to ask but he couldn't just allow for it to slip from his lips so he slowly worked up to it. "I'm nothing special, my sisters were prettier than I. They were even more willing to become unique too…they would have been perfect for the president." He managed a sheepish smile. "I'm clumsy, annoying, weird and just about anything else negative than you can think of."
"That's not true Mail. You are creative, soft spoken and you don't get into too much trouble on your own. I was actually worried for you for a very long time when you didn't learn how to speak but enough about the past. I can not come out and tell you exactly why the president wants you though even I have several sneaking suspicions I won't make them pubic it is none of my concern. That is something that you will have to ask him yourself I'm afraid." She noticed the look on his face before smiling sadly, "I am sorry Mail. He is not a frightening man I assure you. He can get a bit out of hand but other than that he won't harm you in any way." She nodded crossing her legs. "We are almost to the summer home is your questioning finished?"
He made out to nod even though it was a lie and he could tell she saw straight through it. "Will he be there once I arrive?" She shrugged slowly.
"If he is with you then most likely Tristan and I will not be." She responded slowly.
"What will you do?" The soft words echoed though the nights breeze with a slightly worried implication. Though the voice didn't stop there continuing through, "We've been together for so long I don't think you can handle a world without me in it." The man giggled gentle, "I am of course kidding. I know that you'll do well without me here with you. I'm not worried though I don't think I want to know what you'll get into without me."
Mello's gaze slid back to the red head staring at him from the gazebo before sighing. "I told you not to think about that. I promised you that we'll find a cure…I've got the best scientists working on it and I'm positive that any day now-" He stifled watching the sarcastic smile that spread against the others face. "Stop it. You are no amusing. You bring it up just to hear kind words. Do it again and I'll throw you through a damn window."
He nodded, "Okay, I'll take what I deserve. There are no windows here your threat is false." He smirked. "But I really am worried. I don't want you to…do anything insane once I've moved on from his life." He sat back on the gazebo lightening a cigarette and staring upward at the stars overhead. "Damn, this sucks."
Mello appeared by his side sliding the cigarette from his lips and dropping it to the side. He smirked leaning forward and pressing his lips to the others, "Matt…I promise you'll survive."
The man nodded, "Yep. If I die I'll just be reincarnated and ruin your life more that way…"
The automobile pulled to a complete stop and Mail began to put his instrument away as quickly as he could. He wondered why they had only brought the new one, he was willing to cherish them both. He breathed in deeply as the door was opened by Tristan who raised an eyebrow slowly. "Welcome home Master Mail." He mumbled stepping out of the way allowing him to slide out.
He did slow ever so slowly before glancing upward at the towering manor. There was simply no way, he believed the room from the night before to be too luxurious for himself but this was simply insanity. He whimpered softly watching the door open. His eyes grew wide watching Tristan and Anna kneel quickly.
"Mail, welcome." The voice seemed a bit temperamental but caring none the less. The man it belonged to stood before him in a crisp white suit, blue eyes reflecting the setting sun behind them. His hair was cut into a strictly simple style. It took several seconds before the smile crept over his face, "I am Mello your new Master." He glanced downward at the violin in the boys hand before pushing the memories from his mind. "Welcome to my home."
He nodded slowly, his hands shaking wildly. "Thank you for having me sir." He managed shooting a desperate look towards Anna and Tristan who were still crouched over.
Mello nodded slowly, "Anastasia, Tristan leave us."
In a gust of wind the two were completely gone from Mail's side. He had never seen such a display in his life. "A-Ah…Sir where did they…?" He stepped back where Mello instantly grabbed him going to pet his hair gentle. It sent shivers through the boy, the man was using less force than needed. He was gentle, almost passionate.
Mello smiled, "Don't call me sir…call me Mello." He replied gently willing the boy forward. "And I'll call you Matt." He nodded at the name, "Yes, that's a good name for you, Matt."
[Well here is chapter two. It took me forever to do and I hope you enjoy it. The next chapters will be longer I promise I just really needed to do this one! Please review guys! I loved all the ones you gave me in chapter one!]