Chapter 3: Improved!
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Chapter 3
"Happy Birthday." A little girl looked up as a gift wrapped box was handed to her. The box was no bigger than her hand.
She took it and looked at it curiously. She seemed to be debating on whether or not to shake it to guess what was inside.
"What are you waiting for? Open it!"
She decided against shaking it and started tearing off the wrapping paper. What was revealed was a plain white box.
With her curiosity growing, she grabbed the lid and opened the box.
At first, he didn't see what was in it. Then she grabbed what was in it and held it out.
It was a necklace. A silver chain with a black pendant in the shape of a ninja star. In the center of the pendant was the symbol for yin and yang.
He wasn't sure why she was given that, but she seemed to love it. She smiled as the necklace dangled in her hand.
Mello froze as the memory flashed through his head. He couldn't believe it. That couldn't be her of all people.
His eyes scanned her again. Now that he looked again, she looked almost exactly like her.
She had the navy blue jacket. She had the dark blonde hair. Granted, he remembered that her hair was longer and he didn't recall the waves. It could be that she had it styled.
She had the same blue eyes. Almost everything was the same. How did he not see it before? Oh, right, he had been trying to forget her this whole time. He probably would have succeeded in that if she hadn't showed up now.
What was she doing here? Mello hadn't seen her in years. What made her come to L.A.?
After he got over the initial shock, he felt overwhelming anger.
Why was she here? What could she want with him if he were to assume that she purposefully sought him out?
What the hell was she doing sticking her nose into the Kira case?
Why would she dare to show her face to him now?
"Tell us what we want to know, or we'll shoot you dead. No name or not, there's no way that you're bulletproof." Ross was getting sick of her attitude. If she couldn't be killed by the Death Note, then she would be killed the old-fashioned way.
Mello's mind started an internal battle when he heard those words. He knew her better than anyone here. He knew that she wasn't going to tell them anything now. He wasn't even sure why she said as much as she already had. But he knew that she wouldn't let the guns intimidate her. She would put up a tough front until the end.
Even though no one could see it because of the gloves, Mello's knuckles were starting to turn white as he tightened his fist.
She didn't respond, neither vocally or with facial features. In fact, if anything, she looked like she was daring them to draw their guns on her.
After a minute, for clarification that they were serious, several guns were cocked and pointed at her. She didn't flinch. She didn't show any emotion whatsoever.
"Wait."
Everyone stopped and looked at Mello. She looked towards him as well. She looked like she was unsure of what he would do, but there was no way to tell what she was really feeling. Mello learned that a long time ago.
Mello didn't look at anyone as he said his next order.
"Put her in one of the vacant rooms and keep an eye on her. I have an idea of what to do with her."
He glanced at her. He thought he saw a look of surprise flash through her eyes, but he couldn't be sure if that was really what she was feeling.
Two of the men roughly brought her to her feet and took her down a hallway that led out of the room. She wasn't fighting back, so Mello didn't see a reason to worry about her trying to escape now.
Secretly, he felt relieved. Then he felt frustrated with himself. Just why the hell was he saving her ass now?
….
She didn't struggle as she was escorted down a dim lit hallway and into an empty room. There was absolutely no furniture in the room, so she had settled for sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. There was only a window that let the moonlight in. That was the only source of light for the room.
She would have checked out the window to see if there was any way out of the room, but she just wasn't up to it. She felt even more tired than she was when she first got there.
She just wanted to sleep, but she knew that Mello would eventually come in there himself and demand answers from her. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't have told them anything more. But, she knew he hated her. She knew he hated her for a long time.
That was her fault that he hated her. She did ditch him when she had once said otherwise.
She also knew his temper. He was the kind of person to hold a grudge for a long time. She knew that he wouldn't forgive her so easily.
She briefly wondered where Matt was and how he was doing. She didn't see him down there. Was he somewhere on an errand or did Mello leave him behind like she left them behind? Either way, she wouldn't even know where to look to find him. Well, besides a Game Stop, Best Buy, anywhere that would have video games.
She closed her eyes as she began to go over her options.
She could stay here until Mello barged in and started demanding answers to questions she knew that he would have.
She would escape at the first chance she got and hold off on getting help until a later date.
She could hold off on getting help until a bit later. She still had some time. Not a whole lot, but still quite a bit.
She began to think about what would happen at Mello's interrogation. There would be yelling, shouting, and if things got really bad, they would be throwing punches at each other.
She knew that she could hold her own against him physically, but she had been an emotional mess for years. She didn't think that she could take his fury right now.
She looked down at her only surviving relic from her past, the necklace. It was a birthday gift she had received years ago. She never took it off. For a minute, she had let herself wish that she could go back to that time. It was the best time of her life, after all.
But, there was no turning back, not for anyone. Not for her, or for Mello.
She knew that the only reason Mello would put up with her for now was because she made it clear that she knew about the Death Note. He probably also thought that she knew something about Kira as well.
She wondered. If he had her name, would he think of using the Death Note on her? It was true that he could be rash and let his emotions get in the way. But she was no better. The last few years had been proof of that.
She made her decision. She would have to put off the confrontation for just a little longer. She knew that Mello would be furious, but she just didn't think that she could handle facing him now.
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"Hey, why are we keeping her alive? If she gets out, she'll go to the police and tell them where we are."
Honestly, Mello was pretty sure he was the only smart person here.
He took another bite of his chocolate bar before he explained.
"She may know something about the Death Note that we don't. I'll go in there to interrogate her myself in a while to find out. Plus, since we have knowledge of a SWAT team coming to ambush us, she could be our ticket out. They don't want to kill any innocent people, so she'll be our hostage during the ambush. If you keep an eye on her, she won't run off."
That was pretty much true. He knew that, out of all of the people here, it was more likely that she would talk to him about what she knew than with anyone else. And she could be his ticket out of the raid if it came to it. All he had to do was show he had a hostage to the SWAT team, and he would take off with her.
But, what if she didn't cooperate? She was not the most cooperative person he knew. He couldn't afford to lose the information she probably possessed, but he couldn't let the others think that he had a soft spot for her. The worst case scenario was that he would have to kill her himself.
He felt himself go stiff at the thought of him holding a gun to her head and squeezing the trigger. He caught himself before he could think anymore of the image.
Why should he care about her? She didn't care about him. She made that clear. Why should he cringe at the thought of holding a gun to her? He didn't have a soft spot for her. He had nothing to worry about from the other thugs.
No, he didn't care about her. All she was now was a pawn in his plans to take Kira down. He didn't care what happened to her afterwards.
….
About two hours later, Mello decided to go interrogate her. If she was asleep, he would force her awake. He didn't give a shit if she was worn out and tired. She was going to answer all of his questions.
As he walked down the hallway towards the room she was locked in, the two men who were supposed to be watching her came running down the hall towards him.
This couldn't be good.
"What happened?" He already had a feeling what happened.
"We went in when it was too quiet to make sure that she didn't commit suicide," Yeah, right. If there was one thing he knew about her was that she wasn't suicidal, "and as soon as we walked in, she took us out. When we woke up, she was gone."
Shit! He was afraid of that.
"How long ago did this happen?" Knowing her, she was probably long gone by now.
"About an hour ago."
Mello clenched his teeth. Yes, she was definitely far away by now. He couldn't stop the anger that threatened to boil him over.
Once again, the bitch made a run for it. It seemed like that was all she did anymore was run off on him.
He walked past the two guards and made his way to his own room. He was going to fume in there until he could compose himself once again to go back out and go over the plans for the SWAT invasion that was supposed to take place any day now.
…..
The next night, she was walking down a street that was actually only a block away from the mafia hideout. She figured that they wouldn't think of looking for her so close to the hideout.
It was actually very late at night, so if anyone saw her out, they would probably think that she was up to no good. But she didn't care what others thought of her anymore.
She didn't go to the police. Under any other circumstances, she would have, but she had no intentions of turning Mello in.
She was aware of what him being in the mafia implied, of what he might have done. But she knew his intentions. She was going to turn a blind eye to this for now.
Suddenly, she heard an explosion go off nearby. It sounded like it was close. She turned around to see smoke rising from the direction of the hideout.
Her breathing hitched as her mind started shouting at her to go and make sure he was ok. But, she calmed herself down. As rash as he could be, he typically was able to plan ahead for the worst case scenario, unlike her. She wasn't in the habit of thinking ahead.
If he was planning on blowing the place up, he must have had an escape plan. She didn't doubt that he would get out alive.
She had never doubted his abilities before. She knew his capabilities. He would get out alive. She had faith in him, just like he didn't have faith her anymore.
She sighed. She knew that she wouldn't be able to find him after that. Just like her, he knew how to drop out of the radar.
Well, if it came to the point that she needed help, she knew of someone who was probably a bit easier to track.
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