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Part 3
~Pet~
After coming back alive Mello had finally gotten his meeting with Rod, though he had hardly appreciated the comment on his feminine looks. He had a dick in his pants thank you very much. But he hadn't retorted like he had wanted to, knowing it wasn't his place. Not yet.
Even after the meeting he'd been assigned things to show his worth. It felt too much like Wammys again and he hated it. He was smart and he sure as hell shouldn't have to prove it. But he knew that if he wanted their resources he would have to prove to them beyond a shadow of doubt that they could get farther and make more with him around.
He was placed on small assignments the first few weeks, and sadly made himself known as a klutz; having slipped on his ass and avoiding a bullet to the back had also gotten him the shitty nicknames like 'lucky klutz' and 'Mello-trip-and-fall'
He was hardly amused and couldn't wait until he had the position to kick their asses.
Things were moving slowly but they were moving.
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After not being killed and despite his odd tendency to trip, bump into, or knock over things, he had finally been taken off the rather menial tasks. Though being thrown in meetings and being used as a consultant, a glorified consultant, was hardly much of a step up. They were picking his brain and he had yet to reap many benefits of it.
But it was the best he could hope for, despite it sucking.
He at least had a room of his own to sleep in and get away from the idiots that ran amuck in the place. Seriously, they would hire and recruit anyone for the crap jobs it seemed. And he'd had to deal with his fair share on assignments.
He flopped to the bed and sighed, eyeing the bar of chocolate on the nightstand that he was too lazy to retrieve. He was just in sight of his goal, but he wasn't officially anything in the mafia, not like he needed to be, not yet.
With a grumble he rolled over, arm pillowed under his head, and tried to rest in the rare moment of solitude.
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He was getting winded, running so fast and for so long, but he doubted the old man could keep up with him. He would definitely get in trouble later, but now wasn't later, right? He would be able to have some fun before getting privileges taken away, at least that's what he had thought as he turned his head back and stuck his tongue out at Roger.
That was about the time he collided harshly with something seemingly solitary and tumbled to the floor. It hadn't been the wall like last time, as he had fallen forward and onto something that that let out a surprised yelp.
"Ow..." came the quiet expletive however long later as Mello regained enough senses to realize he was tangled up with a someone not a something.
Mello looked down and found a red-haired boy underneath him, goggles slightly askew, and a freshly bloodied lip. From underneath the orange goggles he could just make out the hint of green eyes.
"Mello, now look what you have done! You are nothing but trouble, I swear.. if it weren't for L I would have shipped you out of here long ago. Now come with me." Roger pulled him to his feet and had a harsh grip on his arm. He tried to yank it free and scowled when he couldn't.
He wasn't five and didn't need to be led places, punishment or not.
"I'm sorry Matt but I don't have time to deal with you at the moment, please go see the nurse for your lip." and with that Roger began pulling him down the hallway. Mello looked back and saw the redhead, who had sat up, staring at him.
Matt. His name was Matt.
Mello might just have to get to know him.
Once he had busted out of his room...
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Mello woke slowly, the fog around his mind receding and he laid there with an odd look upon his features. He hadn't dreamed of their first meeting in a very long time. Matt... his best friend... he didn't even know what had become of the redhead after he'd left; if Matt had even stayed...
With a sigh, the thought of sleep leaving him, Mello sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Really, why now of all times to dream of him? He had left Matt to deal with the L mess on his own as he forged ahead and made his own path. That had been a few good years ago, and their first meeting years before that.
It sent chills of nostalgia through him, a longing that tugged at his heart so forcefully he thought it would stop from the feeling alone.
He hated thinking of Wammys...
Mello decided that if he couldn't sleep that he would shower and see what else Rod had for him to do.
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Mello knew that fate was a fickle thing but later as Rod introduced him to his pet hacker, the one that he would be working with for the next few assignments, he thought fate was a bitch.
Because no one else in existence was quite like Matt with his flame red hair, orange goggles or had his unhealthy addiction to anything striped. And Mello would be damned if he was wrong about the look of utter shock that had passed the hackers face.
Well, it looked like they had both ended up as Rod's bitches, funny how that worked wasn't it?
-End part 3-
AN: next chapter will be… whenever…. XD. I have it planned but not written so..
Special thanks to reviewers: cannedy, Aeleita, Mrs. L Lawliet 162, Chasing, Deadly Nightshade1395, 9shadowcat9, Kari Twilight Mist, Beyond'sWaraNingyo
