An awkward silence enveloped the both of them and Wild felt the need to say something to the man beside her. She felt that the entire situation was ironic considering how she tried saving his life when in fact she was the one being saved. In other words, she had just found her knight in shining armor; well… leather in this case.
"Umm… Mello?" He turned his gaze on her.
"What?" Wild started to fidget her index fingers and looked down at the grass.
"Why'd you take that lady anyway?" His eyes widened for a split second but she still noticed the small movement. Mello turned his head once more watching the cars and remained silent for a few minutes until he spoke.
"She's part of a case and kidnapping her would cause Kira to take drastic measures thus causing him to make a mistake which would result in his capture." Wild took a few seconds to absorb the new found information but still couldn't seem to grasp it.
"Who was she?" Mello's eyebrows furrowed at the question. She must REALLY not watch much TV.
"She's the news anchor for NHS and Kira's spokeswoman."
"Oh," she then glanced towards Mello and caught the distant look in his eyes. "Mello…?"
"What?"
"What are you going to do now?" He felt that he couldn't answer that question; he didn't know what he was going to do. Probably continue doing his own investigation within the case until Kira was apprehended.
"I don't know," He honestly admitted after he sighed. Mello looked at Wild and noticed that she was in good health and stood up; Wild mirrored his action and stood up too.
"Well, thanks kid. For everything." He said and walked in the direction that he parked his motorcycle. She ran after him yelling for him to wait and when she caught up, she stood in front of Mello causing him to stop. He growled and had an annoyed expression plastered on his face.
"What do you want?" His voice sounding irritated.
"I have nowhere to go." His eyes glared at her and she felt a pang of fear but managed to suppress it. He's scary when he's mad.
"And what do you want me to do about it?" He sidestepped and continued to walk. Wild had to power-walk to keep up with his demanding pace.
"Can I go with you?"
"No." He growled out.
"Please?" Wild begged.
"No. Leave me alone."
"But I can help! I swear!" He rolled his eyes at her persistence and annoying begs.
"Help with what? Can you catch a mass murderer? No? Then leave me alone." Wild stopped walking.
"Maybe I can…" She said quietly but was still heard. Mello stopped walking too and turned to look at her.
"And how would a kid like you do that?" Wild grew annoyed at the fact that he kept calling her kid. She wasn't a kid! She was considered a teenager at the very least!
"For your information, I'm not a kid; I'm fourteen, and I can sense when people are in danger – dying wise. I saved you didn't I?" She smiled at the way Mello's angered face softened into contemplating whether or not he should bring her with him as she spoke. He's going to take me! His face was then marred with an angry expression once again and her smile died down. Never mind…
"No you didn't. It's the other way around kid." A smirk grazed Mello's lips from seeing Wild's irritated expression.
"I'M NOT A KID!" She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Mello thought the whole thing was quite amusing and chuckled a little.
"Why don't you go to your parents? I'm sure they'll help with at least something." Wild's expression saddened and Mello felt regretful that he even asked. Why am I so stupid…?
"They died." He had empathy for the girl; he himself had his parents taken away from him too. After pondering on whether he should bring Wild along or not, and weighing his options, Mello finally had his decision.
"Fine." Wild looked at his face with a confused look.
"Huh?"
"I said fine, you can come. But you better stick to your word and help me capture Kira because the second you don't, I'm dumping your ass on the streets."
Wild was ecstatic and ran to Mello, giving him the biggest bear hug she could. Mello of course didn't return the hug, or more like couldn't, and tried to push her off of him; he didn't like people being that close. To his dismay, she was a vise and wouldn't let go of him; Mello inwardly sighed at the display of affection. This is going to be a long day…
Matt fished for a key in his left jean pocket, promptly opened the front door, and walked over to a lamp to shed some light using the moon's radiance as guidance to get there. The room was revealed to have an olive green chair in the center, next to that a small table with monitors set atop it and the lamp itself and a burgundy chair to the left of it. Tattered shades covered half the window next to the burgundy chair, white paint started to chip off the walls, and chocolate bar wrappers littered the floor.
Matt went into the kitchen, and started to dial a number using a telephone that was docked on the wall. As the phone rang, he looked at Helena and noticed the awkward appearance on her face; he smirked and called her name. She looked up and her awkward expression morphed into an expecting one.
"You could sit down you know." She then sat into the olive chair and clutched onto her left arm in an attempt to lessen the flow of blood. Helena waited patiently for Matt to end his call but the awkward feeling she had earlier wouldn't go away and so she fidgeted with the ends of the cloth tied on her wounds. This place looks… roomy. She saw the giant mass of wrappers on the floor and shook her head. Matt should really eat better. First smoking, now unhealthy amounts of chocolate? Matt's voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Hello?"
"It's Matt."
"Do you think you could come here?"
"Yeah… you could say that."
"It's a long story. Could you get here fast? It's important."
"Okay. Thanks. " He hung up and walked over to sit in the burgundy seat. He looked at Helena's arm and felt regretful; she noticed and spoke up.
"Don't feel bad! You aren't dead and that's all that matters." Matt thought about what she said. Why does she feel so obligated to protect me? I'm probably older than her so it should be the other way around! He felt that he needed an answer to why she wanted to protect him this much.
"Why do you want to protect me?" Helena's gaze shifted to the floor for she was unable to tell him the complete truth – not yet.
"I don't really know. I felt that you were in danger and you looked like a nice enough guy, so I just did what I did." Matt gaped at the statement. Instinct? That's it?
"But how'd you know that I'd be in danger?"
"It's like a sixth sense. I just feel it." This girl never ceased to make actual sense to him.
Silence then enveloped the both of them until Helena asked Matt a question that had her curious since she sat down.
"Hey, Matt?" He looked up at her while Helena stared at the wrappers by his feet.
"Yeah?"
"Are those yours…?" She pointed a finger at the wrappers and when he finally caught notice of what she was implying, he waved his hands in a defending manner.
"Oh no! No! Those are my roommates; I don't even like chocolate."
"He eats that much by himself?!" She asked astonished; her eyes wide. Matt smirked at her reaction and further elaborated.
"Yeah. He eats a new bar almost every half hour and all those wrappers are from yesterday." At this rate, if he kept talking, her eyes would pop out of her head. He started to chuckle from the face she made.
"I'm serious! Doesn't he have diabetes by now?!" His chuckles turning into laughs, he shook his head and if it were possible to be even more surprised than she already was, Helena's face definitely showed that now.
"What?!" Clutching his sides at this point, Matt waited until he regained control over his fit of laughter to answer.
"Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself right now," his ember eyes shifted their gaze to her arm. "How are you keeping up?"
She looked at her arm as well and noticed that the cloth was completely dyed a crimson color. It didn't hurt as much as it did when she first got shot, but it still hurt somewhat.
"It hurts still but not as bad as it did before."
"What the hell's taking Kenji so long?" He mumbled to himself but Helena still heard due to their close proximity.
"Kenji?" Matt realized he must've spoken louder than he had anticipated and informed Helena of this so-called person.
"The doctor."
"Oh… are you guys close?"
"You could say that. He's an underground doctor that helped Mello and I when we got injured doing our own thing with the Mafia." Helena was lost in her own thoughts. Mafia? These guys are so bad-ass!
"Mello?"
"The roommate."
"Oh." Another silence invaded the situation and after a few minutes the doorbell rang; Matt stood up to go answer it but was not expecting the visitor.
"This is your motorcycle?!" Wild let go of Mello and ran up to it to feel the cool metal with an excited expression plastered on her face earning a smirk from the ex-Mafioso.
"Like what you see?" Wild looked up from the bike to his face.
"Heck yeah I do!" She replied in an energized tone. Mello walked to the motorcycle, put his helmet on and slipped into the seat; Wild observed in amazement.
"Well are you going to get on or not?"
"Really?!"
"Hurry up or I'll leave you." Wild put on the spare helmet Mello carried in case his flew off in any given moment, and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Ready?" Mello questioned revving up the engine.
"Ready." The bike began to move and within twenty minutes they had arrived at Mello's hideout.
Mello parked the motorcycle in the front yard then he and Wild took off their helmets and placed them on each handle. He walked up the steps and placed his finger on the doorbell about to push down until he noticed Wild didn't follow him and stood near his bike.
"Are you coming or what?"
"O-okay." She walked up the stairs and stood close to Mello slightly fearing the mean look of the house. But if someone as cool as Mello was here, she had nothing to fear since he would protect her! Right? He even had the scar to prove he's tough!
Mello rang the doorbell and in a matter of seconds an angry redhead opened the door.
"What the hell took-"Matt started. "Oh, it's you." He walked away from the door and sat back down in his seat.
Mello entered the abode with Wild following closely behind until she ran in front of him and yelled when she saw the girl in the chair with her arm bleeding profusely.
"HELENA!" When she heard her name being called, she looked up to see Wild whose clothes were charred and singed along with her hair and skin burnt in some places.
"WILD!"