Matt

"Run, goddamn it, run" I chanted, running like a maniac down the street, this wasn't good. First Mello goes AWOL on me because I'd rather play Mario Kart than go on patrol for the new case, and then I get caught snooping around outside the warehouse after getting a text (from Mello of all people!) asking me how things are going. Mello is never going to hear the end of this, well, until I get started on Mario Kart again.

Running is something I have never taken interest in, at all, so this is definitely not the kind of situation I was hoping to get into anytime soon.

I think there's about three guys behind me, guns too I'm thinking. I sighed. Not good, not good at all.

'BANG!' Uh oh, not a good sound. I dived into the bushes, crawling through the crops slowly so that they didn't see my movements. The sound of rapid gunfire rang through the air, 'HA!' I thought, 'Try catch me now!'. Those meatheads had no idea where I was, and to be honest, neither did I, but anything was better than running.

I think I crawled for about five minutes, and I must say, the feeling of the soil under my knees is not nice. ' It just has to be safe now' I thought, getting a little pissed at the situation. Slowly, turning around to what I think is the road I was manically running down, lifting my head so that I could only just see above the crops, I looked for the three meatheads that were shooting at me.

Nothing… An empty road; no men, no guns, no trouble. I guess I should be pretty happy, but they left while I was still crawling on all fours. How dare they! Urgh, whatever, at least they aren't on my tail anymore. Damn this is too troublesome.

'I really need a cigarette' I thought, checking my pockets lazily until my hands rested on a small box in the back pocket of my, now dirty, jeans. I flicked up the lid and pulled one out one-handed, lighting it with my other hand which now held a small, red lighter. As the cigarette slowly took in the flames, smoke arose from it, blessing me with the faint smell of addiction, how long has it been since my last smoke?

As I inhaled the cigarette, I took it upon myself to check out my appearance. It seems my new jeans are ruined, well, at least my top's good for another wear.

Walking to the road took at lot less time that crawling away from it. I stopped on the road, turning towards the opposite direction of the warehouse, heading for the village.

Taking a slow walk through the village I decided to crash at some random house; first house to have lights out and unlocked is the winner. First door? No. Second door? No. Maybe this will take longer than expected.

House number 67, lights off and an unlocked door, I grinned a little at my discovery. I put out my cigarette on the wall and put my hand on the gold door handle.

As I was stepping inside I noticed the intricate design of the woodwork on the stair banister to the right of me. Someone's a little bit into 18th century designs. Whilst rolling my eyes, I took a small step forward, trying not to hit a squeaky step. I slowly approached the first door on the left, trying to find the living room so I could crash on the sofa.

A kitchen, of course I wouldn't be that lucky first time. The kitchen's a lot more modern than the hallway; gloss-finished counters that are a dark blue, wide open space, breakfast bar. How on earth did they get that design in here and make it look so normal? I shut the door as quietly as I had opened it, moving on to the door that was directly in front of it when I entered the house.

The door decided to squeak a little but not enough to wake anyone in the house. Walking forward a little more I saw a TV light being projected on to the walls, not a very good sign but people forget to turn TV's off all the time. Carrying on a little I noticed a still figure on the sofa, a teenage girl?

I stole across the small space separating me from the sleeping girl on the couch. She's sprawled over the edges of the sofa and her face is a little contorted as if she's having a bad dream. She looks like she's about 5ft 4, not that it matters, and wearing faded jeans with a light blue t-shirt that's slightly crumpled where she's gripping it with her left hand. Her hair, being a light shade of mahogany, has fanned out over the arm of the couch and spread over her face in a way that makes her features seem that much more beautiful.

I wonder why I'm taking so much interest in this one girl, I've never noticed them like this before, I've called a couple 'cute' but that's as far as it's gone, but never 'beautiful'. She's not awake either, but yet I'm so fascinated by the sight of this one being, I'm almost willing to wake her up for her deep slumber just so I can know her name. Damn, Mello's going to end up trying to take a shot at me with his relatively new Wesson PPC again.

"Hey there" I cooed, moving some of the hair out of her eyes almost affectionately. "Doesn't look like your dream's going too well, does it?"

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Wahey, second chapter =] i think i'm doing pretty so far, with it being my first fanfic and everything

Disclaimer: I don'ts be owning Death Note (y)

Now i'm off to get some pizza =D