Brand new chapter 2! Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Mello watched as the girl was dragged in kicking and screaming. Well, she really wasn't screaming. But she was struggling to try to get the hell out of there.

But Mello had no intention of letting her going anywhere. He wanted answers first.

As she was brought closer, Mello was beginning to think that she might be tougher than she looked. She was definitely putting up a fight. In fact, it looked like that she might win her struggle against the one who had her arms pinned.

It was apparent that no one there was expecting this from her. Women were typically weaker than men, so they shouldn't have much of a chance in a fight against them.

However, this girl appeared to be an exception because she eventually freed herself and kicked her captor in the gut. She then turned around and kicked her bag away from the man who was holding it. She tried to run to retrieve it, but was stopped by two more guys. She wasted no time in pulling one towards her to knock him off balance, punch him below the ribcage, and while he was stunned, pushed him against the other guy. The other guy tried to keep his balance, but he was too slow as the girl snuck around behind him and punched him in the kidney. That guy went down in pain.

In the next second, the sound of several guns being cocked could be heard behind her.

She turned around to see six guns aimed right at her.

Mello could see in her eyes that she was calculating her chances of getting out alive if she either ran for it or stayed and fight. He already knew that her chances were slim.

"Give up now while you can. There's no way you can get out alive now."

Her breathing stalled. It would seem like a slight panic of being forced to realize the truth and that she couldn't escape to those around her. But that wasn't what surprised her. She knew her odds the moment she was dragged back to the hideout.

What had shocked her so much that she had let it show on her face for a few seconds was the voice. That voice. She knew that voice anywhere. She knew who was there, but refused to acknowledge it. He couldn't be here. That couldn't be him.

In her state of shock, one of the guys roughly grabbed her by her arm and shoved her onto another couch. She was about to let her temper take over from that, but she was stopped again by the same voice.

"Now, we have some questions for you and you will answer them, got it?"

She didn't want to look up. She knew who was on the other couch, but she didn't want to confirm what she knew. But, knowing him, he would make her look at him just so that he knew she was listening. If that was who she knew-thought-was there was actually there.

She would have to keep her face blank. She would have to try to kill her emotions for the next few minutes in order to get through this.

"I said do you get it? Answer me!"

Wiping all emotion from her face, she looked up, hoping that he wouldn't hear or notice the frantic beating of her heart. The heart that nearly broke upon confirmation of what she already knew.

Mello studied her face. He took the fact that she actually looked up as confirmation that she understood. She didn't seem like she was very talkative.

Her face was blank of all emotion. It was the poker face that most of the men here would kill to have. It betrayed nothing. No fear, no shock, nothing.

Mello could already tell that she wouldn't be an easy person to interrogate, but they had some time before the Taskforce did anything. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

Now that he got a closer look at her, he could see that she wasn't a very tall person. She was actually a bit small and probably only around 5'2 or 5'3. He didn't think that such a small person could do so much damage as to take out at least five guys that were about twice her size. Clearly, she had been trained by someone.

She looked a bit ragged, like she hadn't had any rest lately. Her clothes were a bit tattered and she had slight smudges under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept recently.

Her hair was wavy and dark blonde, or maybe it was brown? It was probably somewhere near the borderline, but he couldn't tell in the poor lighting. It was cut to where it just touches her shoulders and was parted to the side. Her bangs framed her face.

She had blue eyes with a navy ring encircling the irises. It wasn't the same shade as his ice blue. They were a couple of shades darker than that.

She wore a worn-out navy blue jacket, jeans, and sneakers. Mello could see the blue-gray shirt she wore underneath the jacket peeking out.

To Mello, she looked vaguely familiar, but he pushed the thought away. There was no way she was anybody he knew.

She was doing all she could to keep calm. He was studying her carefully. It was only a matter of time before he remembered.

She was glad that she went with the hair cut. She had never bothered with her hair before, so the waves that naturally came surprised her. Maybe it was because her hair had been so long and thick that it naturally straightened itself under the weight? Oh well, the shorter hair was meant to throw the people who knew her off. She didn't want to be recognized by anyone from her past.

"It took you guys long enough to catch one little girl."

She normally would have wanted to beat up the big guy with the beard for calling her a "little girl", but she had reached a point long ago where she just stopped caring anymore.

"It couldn't be helped. She had another gun in her backpack and was getting pretty accurate with the shots. We had to wait until we had her in a corner and she needed to reload. Nobody's dead, but a couple of us got hit in the kneecaps."

Ross nodded.

Mello pulled out another chocolate bar and looked back at her. Something had flashed through her eyes at that moment, but it disappeared before he could identify what it was he saw.

Of course, Mello wouldn't be himself if he didn't have a chocolate bar in his hand. She had to put in quite a bit of effort to keep the memories that threatened to flood her mind at bay.

She couldn't afford to do that now. She needed to keep her emotions locked in a box for now.

Actually, what she needed was to get out of there. She couldn't keep this up forever, and Mello was going to find out who she was eventually. She knew him too well. She knew how he was going to react. She would admit for the first time that she needed help, but she didn't feel like she could face Mello right then and there.

She needed something else to think about other than Mello if she was going to last long.

That was when she looked away and spotted what he had in his other hand. Her eyes widened just a fraction as she recognized the black notebook he held in his hands. The very reason there was a shinigami outside of the hideout. The Death Note.

Mello had the Death Note. How did he get the Death Note? She prayed that he didn't do anything stupid to get it. She was hoping that he didn't use it. She eyed the rosary around his neck. She remembered what she was told about those who use the Death Note. She was hoping he didn't, because then he….

Mello noticed something in her eyes. Her face didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed….worried? Sad? He didn't understand. But her eyes had wandered over the Death Note when the change in her eyes happened. Did she know something?

She then remembered something. She looked at Mello in the eyes. His eyes were the same ice blue as they always were. She gave a mental sigh of relief. She was glad that he wasn't that stupid. She would have killed him herself if he did that.

She looked at the big guy that seemed to charge. Nope, not him. She then looked at the guy next to him with glasses. Ding, ding, ding! She had a winner! He was staring at her intently. Even though she knew why he was doing that, it still creeped her out. So she decided to stop wasting time because she now knew why she was in here.

"You can stare all you want, but you won't see it, no matter how hard you try."

Mello was surprised that she actually started talking, but he was shocked by the fact that she was addressing Jack when she said that. Did she know? It could be a coincidence. She could just be annoyed by the fact that Jack kept staring at her. But he was only doing that because, despite his shinigami eyes, he couldn't see her name.

Mello had to clarify.

"What are you talking about?" He was watching her carefully.

She closed her eyes and looked down.

"I know now why I'm in here. I'm here because you have the Death Note and that guy right there," she pointed at Jack, "has the shinigami eyes. You saw that my name can't be seen by the shinigami eyes and wanted to question me. You want to be able to survive Kira, don't you?"

Everyone was silent. Mello couldn't believe. Not only did she know about the Death Note, but she knew about the shinigami eyes. But how did she know who had them? How did she know that much in the first place? Was she involved in the case? Was she working for Near? But Near didn't know this much about the Death Note, so that couldn't be it. Was she a part of the Taskforce? If she was, why was she here alone then?

"You seem to know quite a bit about this. Where did you get this information?" Mello had to know.

It didn't seem like she was paying too much attention to his question.

"I bet you don't know about the shinigami, though. If we asked him to, he'll just kill you for us. And you can't see him, so you won't see him coming."

What the hell did he think he was doing? Mello knew that Ross was just trying to scare her, but he wanted her to give them information, not the other way around. Was he an idiot?

She opened her eyes, looking annoyed by him.

"If you're talking about the shinigami that is outside guarding the base, he isn't allowed to kill me. The only reason he would be here is to get his notebook back, which you have. A shinigami isn't allowed to kill without the Death Note. Your threat is empty."

Mello's eyes narrowed. Not even Sidoh told them that much. How did she know this? How did she see Sidoh? Who the hell was she?

Mello focused in on her hand, which was at her neck and tugging on a metal chain. It was a necklace, that much was apparent, but the rest was underneath her jacket, out of sight.

Something about that action was too familiar. Before Mello could think anymore of it, one of the thugs noticed it.

"Hey! What do you have there?"

He grabbed her necklace and pulled the rest of it out of her jacket. Her eyes widened. She knew that if Mello didn't recognize her before, he definitely would if he saw the pendant.

Before she could do anything about it, though, the pendant dangled from the thug's hand and her neck was jerked forward because of the tug. The chain wasn't delicate enough to break that easily. It was actually a bit thicker than that.

Mello's eyes rested on the pendant. It was in the shape of a ninja star. In the center was the symbol for yin and yang. His eyes narrowed upon a realization.

It wasn't….it couldn't be…

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