Becky: Ah, a new chapter. Exciting, isn't it? Well, I'm excited, and although this chapter isn't really into the nitty gritty yet, it sets it up for the next chapter, which I promise has more about Sayu and Matt then actually building up to it. So please, bear with me and my writing style for a little while longer. Thank you very much to the people who have reviewed so far! I love you all for doing that, and please keep at it! It really makes my day, so yeah. Thanks again!
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I'm Unclean, a Libertine
The driver of the unmarked van took no care. By the time they reached their destination, after several hours of travel, the unconscious form was bruised and twisted.. They rolled through the gates and the van came to a halt. The doors were thrown open and Yagami Sayu was removed bodily from the back. She hung limply as a man carried her, as he navigated his way through the labyrinth of halls.
She didn't see as she was carried through a door into the presence of a blond-haired man. Didn't smell the musty smell in that room. Didn't taste the smoky air as she inhaled it. Didn't hear the orders that were given to the man carrying her. And didn't feel as she was dumped on the floor in yet another room.
Not yet.
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Mrs. Yagami pushed open the door a crack, just enough to peek inside. The dark room was cold and the bed was empty. Just like the night before, and the night before that. She sighed as she pulled the door closed again. Sayu was gone every night, leaving Sachiko to worry about her in her absence. She knew Sayu thought she was being sneaky and that her mother didn't notice that she wasn't in her bed. Sachiko knew Sayu thought she was naïve. It killed her that her only daughter didn't value her and took her love for granted.
Sachiko was worried that Sayu was out every night, especially with Kira still on the loose. But then again, she supposed this was the safest time for Sayu to be out at night; all the serial killers and rapists trembled at the mere mention of Kira and hid from his other-worldly powers, so in a way he really was protecting people, just like everyone claimed.
Just as long as Sayu didn't push it too far. Kira was still on the lookout for criminals, even ones that committed petty crimes like shop-lifting and Sayu was more than capable of falling victim to that.
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Sayu stirred with a groggy groan. Stirred wasn't really the right word… more like slowly gained the right to wake up. Foggy memories of her last conscious moments throbbed around the inside of her skull. She sat up in a slight panic, but just a little too fast. Nausea overtook her, and after throwing up on the ground beside her Sayu squinted her bleary eyes. Slowly she took in her surroundings. Sayu's intelligence paled in comparison with her brother's, but she was not stupid. Having just been reincarnated, she was not in the best mental shape, but after a few minutes of blinking meaningless shapes began to take form.
The first thing she really noticed was that she couldn't move her hands. This perplexed her for a while, before she realised they were bound behind her back with a cord or something. The room was not very big, but it's size was exaggerated due to the lack of furnishings. In fact, the room consisted of only a low metal chair placed near the door.
She lay back down on the floor; the only other possible exit from the room was a small barred window set high up the wall. Despite being thin, Sayu knew there was no way she could slip out that window, even if it wasn't barred.
Wow, Sayu thought, I am dealing with this really well.
Shock. She was in a state of shock, she concluded. Okay, all she needed to do was not panic, keep her cool and analyse the situation.
Just then, a black man with a tree trunk neck burst through the door, knocking the chair over in the process. Sayu's eyes quickly flicked shut and she pretended to be unconscious still. The man was talking to another in the hall, deep voices causing the floor to tremble with their bass. Sayu cursed herself inwardly; she had never really paid attention in English class and wasn't very good at understanding coversations in the foreign language. Dammit, if only she could understand...
She was scooped up off the concrete floor like a sack of potatoes, and treated just as gently. She was roughly transported through a series of corridors; the men were muttering still and Sayu picked up on a few words: "Mello… not happy… no reply… Kira…" Sayu knew she would only have one chance to escape, so when the opportunity arose, she took it. Bouncing into life, she guessed the men really thought she was unconscious because when she rolled out of the arms of the black one, they seemed very surprised.
And very scared.
Why were they scared?
But Sayu didn't really care about that, she just focused on awkwardly jumping to her feet and making a break for the door. And freedom.
Bang.
The gunshot hurt Sayu's ears, but nowhere else on her body, so she guessed she hadn't been the target. Regardless, she froze in the doorway. She was metres from escaping, but she had a feeling that if she moved the next bullet would connect with her, and not just lodge itself in the roof.
"Get her."
The order came form a calm voice, menacing and deadly. It made Sayu want to throw up because she somehow knew this was the guy behind her kidnapping. The two men who brought her to this room didn't say anything in reply. They just grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her to the ground, face-first. She couldn't do anything to protect herself from the cold, hard, unforgiving ground and she skidded a little way. A brand new graze on her face leaked a little blood, but nothing serious.
What was serious was the atmosphere in the room as she slowly raised her head and laid eyes on the man responsible for her capture.
Is it just me, or is it getting hard to breath…
The air had turned thick, like magma in the earth's mantle. He looked as if he was made from leather, his clothes were so tight. And he had unusually pretty blonde hair. But it was the confidence and authority that spilled in torrents from his pores that really got Sayu's attention.
And for the first time since waking up in this hell-hole, she was genuinely terrified.
This was the man who had fired the gun, as the firearm was still facing skywards, pointing to the exact spot where the bullet had pierced the roof. He was glaring at Sayu now, a smirk on his face. He shoved the gun into the front pocket of his jeans And he strutted forwards a few paces to where Sayu was sprawled on the ground. With careful precision, he aimed a kick.
It connected with her ribs and sent her rolling fast. Her head snapped back and collided with a solid wall. Her vision was blurred and darkened, and the last thing she saw was the man with the pretty hair; smirk still plastered on his face.
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Mello stared at the girl for a second before unexpectedly turning towards Wright and Forrest. The gun was already out and it fired another shot. But this time the deadly metal found human flesh to sink into. Wright buckled, the blood in stark contrast with his pale skin, which was getting paler by the second. Leaving Forrest to stare at the gun.
Which was now focused on him.
"You nearly let her escape. Such a simple task; bring the hostage to me. And you nearly let her FUCKING ESCAPE."
Forrest opened his mouth to explain, to tell Mello how she had faked it, how she had caught them by surprise. It was such a shame that the only thing Mello hated more than someone disobeying a direct order was backchat. And Near.
Bang.
The bullet found the base of the black man's thick neck, just left of dead centre. Dead was defiantly right, and poor Forrest breathed his last breath before greeting the floor. Once again the gun was pocketed. Fury bounced around Mello's eyes as he spoke. "Good help is so hard to find nowadays, don't you agree Matt?"
Until now, Matt had remained in the corner of the room, hidden by shadows. He just sat there, watching the action unfold as he lit another cigarette. He didn't say anything to Mello, but it seemed that the older man just took that as agreement. Turning to face his friend, Mello announced loudly, "Matt, I want you to watch her until she wakes up,"
Again, silence. But this time it was accented by a brief nod. He found his feet. It was going to be a long wait, so he grabbed his handheld on the way out of the door; followed by an eager Mafia member, who seemingly appeared from nowhere, carrying the Yagami girl's body.