psychmaster got first review :3 thankies

Okay... so I was rereading the fiction and in chapter one it says Mello used to be a barber... this is not true, i need to go back and fix that. It should say hitman.

This chapter gets graphic, so i wouldn't reccoment reading it if you're squimish. although i already put in a warning that it had graphic bloody violance.

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"NO!" Mello screamed. He bashed his gun over Matsuda's head as he swung around. He sat there watching as Matsuda fell over on the floor, the red seaping from his head. Mello walked over, and beat him over the head with the butt of his gun, eyes filled with hidious rage. What was once a semi clean attack was now full of bruises and cuts and bashes. Matsuda's blood begun to splatter all over Mello's face, which held such malicious and evil in it's grin it would certainly kill a puppy. He calmed himself down, looking at the bloody mess around him, "What a mess."

Downstairs Near and Gabby could hear Mello upstairs. "What was that?" Gabby asked. Near shrugged, cleaning the counter quickly. "Mr. Kheel must be teaching Mr. Matsuda something.." Gabby nodded and looked at the clock on the wall and jumped from his seat, "Goodness gracious! Mr. Matsuda has to be at his shop for costume setter's meeting! If he's late he'll blame me!!" Gabby rushed out the door, dispite Near's call for him to wait. He ran up the stairs as fast as his childish legs could take him, opening the door before knocking. "Mr. Matsuda!" Gabby looked around the clean room, watching Mello reloading his silver pistole. "Mr. Matsuda had to leave to attend an urgent call." Mello answered, closing the barrel. Gabby backed up and sat on a chest, "Then I should wait here for him.." Mello shot a glance over to the boy noticing that Matsuda's hand was not fully in the chest, twitching. Mello smiled at the boy, "So, Near gave you a sweetie did he?" Gabby nodded, "Yes.. He's a real man." Mello nodded, holding back a laugh at the thought. If only the boy knew.. "With a growing boy, I'm sure there's always room for more." Gabby looked out the window with his nod, "Yes sir. But I should stay here for Mr. Matsuda. I was lucky to get the cake I got." Mello was begining to get irritated, the boy was sure to find out if he was to glance to the other side. He'd see Matsuda's hand, Mello would be exposed, and what then? Prison again? No, never.. "Well then, how about something to wash it down? Tell you what. Tell Near that I said to give you a big tot of gin." Gabby's eyes widened, "Yes sir!" and with that he ran downstairs. Mello sighed in relife and opened his chest. Matsuda sat up, hazey from the attack. Mello sat next to him, twirling his gun. "Mr. Matsuda, I'm sure you'll be going to hell for ever working on the task force with Kira... So do me a favor." Mello placed the gun to Matsuda's temple, his face getting close to Matsuda's. Matsuda looked over to Mello, horror in his eyes. "Tell Satan I'm coming for him!" Mello screamed as he fired his gun, the blood once again hitting his face and upper torso. The walls were repainted by the chest a shade of red too dark for the earth. The whole back of Matsuda's head exploded over the floor, his brain pieces scattered on the floor.

Near noticed the gunshot and bit his lower lip. "I should check up on Mr. Kheel.." Near picked up the bottle of gin, "Leave the bottle.." Gabby asked. Near nodded and placed the bottle back on the table. Near hurried upstairs, "Is everything alright? I heard you fire your gun..." Near looked around the room to see it was cleaner than when he was last here. "Where's Matsuda?" Mello motioned over to the chest. Near rose an eyebrow and opened the chest and saw the remains of Matsuda after Mello has his way with him. Near gasped and looked to Mello. "Are you barking mad!?" He whispered. "Killing a man that done you no harm!?" Mello shook his head, "He remembered me from the old days.. Tried to blackmail me for half me earnings." Near sighed in relife, "Oh then that's different.." Near looked into the chest, "Ah.. what a mess... Oh well," Near reached into Matsuda's pocket and pulled out the wallet he had on him. "Let's not let it go to waste."

Near took Mello's hand and lead him downstairs, sitting him at a table getting him the bottle of gin. Gabby was laying on the floor, passed out drunk. "Now, what do you suppose we do about the body?" Near asked. Mello stared off into space almost in a glare, sipping the gin. "Tonight, when it's dark enough, we'll take him to a place only you and me know of and bury him there.." Near nodded, looking to the floor. "Seems a down right shame... What's his face had... has... Well never mind. I mean what am I but just a baker.. a sweets baker at that...What could I do with all that succulent material?" Near smiled seductivly at Mello, hoping he'd get the hint... in which he didn't. Mello just stared into a soft state of mental angst. Near rolled his eyes, "I always had this dream Mr. Kheel... This dream of my bakery making the front page news.. But my pies, my cakes, their never good enough Mr. Kheel... I wonder, if Mr. Matsuda knows of anything that can make them better?" Mello rose an eyebrow looking over at Near. "Are you implying..." Near nodded, a smirk layed across his lips. "How appropriate!" Mello jumped to his feet and took Near into his arms, dipping him slowly. "What would you use him for though?" Mello questioned. "A variety of things.. I can boil his blood with strawberries, and drizzle it over cake.. I'll start a new line of meat pies.." Near was joyous Mello had approved.

That night the two lay in Mello's bed, staring out the sunroof. Mello proped himself up on his elbow, "So.. You know what's happened to me after I left the orphanage.. What about you?" Near turned his head, his eyes losing themselves in thought. "No..." Near shook his head, but Mello protested. "C'mon, what's the old number done?" Near shook his head again, "No..." Mello pushed even further, "Afraid to tell me of your secrets? I've exposed you to mine. What could be worse?" Near shot up out of bed, tears in his eyes as he glared at Mello. "NO!" Mello blinked, watching as Near turned slowly away from him. "...I couldn't catch him in time... I fell in love.." Mello lidded his eyes halfway, looking down. "Who was he?" Near folded his arms and hunched his shoulders. "He was you..." Mello's heart dropped. Yes, he didn't care for Near like Near cared for him, but Mello was also a very emotional being. "But then you ran off with Matt... And I was left behind.. Alone... Then that's when he showed up.. He told me he could give me the world.. Told me how beautiful I was, told me how no one was going to ever break my poor heart again..." Near closed his eyes, tears gathering. "But it did... I.. I went to your trial, I wanted to testify but he wouldn't let me... Instead.." The tears started to fall as Near pressed himself against a wall. "...I still have the scars.." Mello stood up and placed a hand on Near's shoulder, "Shh.. You don't have to explain it any further than you have.." Near threw himself into Mello's arms, tears soaking his night shirt.

The morning came sooner than expected. Gabby was up and cleaning before either Mello or Near thought about rolling out of bed. Near smiled sweetly at the boy, "When did you wake up?" Near joked, getting breakfest ready. Mello hobbled into a seat, yawning in a grimmace. Gabby almost bounced as he sat down at the table across from Mello. Mello rose an eyebrow, "How can you eat his cooking?" Gabby shrugged, laughing. "I think Mr. Near's cooking is the greatest I've tasted yet." you must not have tasted many things beyond pig shit. Mello smirked at his own thought. "It's not MR Near... It's MS Near... MRS Near..." Gabby blinked at Mello's words. "But... Mr. Near is definatly a male..." Mello shook his head, "Nope. Just very small boobs." Mello sipped at the coffee Near placed in front of him. "Okay... Then I think Mrs. Near's cooking is the best I've tasted yet." Near chuckled, rolling his eyes. "That's enough of the foolishness Mr. Kheel... What do I have to do to prove to you my masculinity?" Mello almost choked from laughing so hard.

Meanwhile, down the streets of London, Light Yagami and Misa Amane hold a court. Light sat in the judge's chair, glaring down at the bench. "You have been here many a times before... I sentence you to be hung by the neck until you are dead." He banged the case close, Mogi in the bench starting to cry. Misa walked dantily out of the court with her cane trailing beside her. She met Light outside, still walking so gracefully. "What a marvelous court my lord." Misa cheered. Light smirked, "Was he guilty?" Misa shrugged, "Well if he wasn't he must have done something to deserve it." Light nodded, "What man hasn't?" Misa blinked, not quiet understanding. She shook her head, shrugging off the subject. "I have good news for you my friend." Light begun to announce. "I have decided to marry my sweet ward." Misa's face glowed, "Oh happy days indeed my lord!" Light stopped, looked in a window at his reflection. "The only thing.. When I offered myself to her, she showed a kind of reluctence..." Misa smirked, knowing that Takada would never love Light like Misa did. "Excuse me my god, may i address my lord? Permission my god, to speak?" Light rose an eyebrow and looked to Misa, nodding. "You're looking far from your best my god, there's powder up on your chest my lord, and slober up on your cheek..." Light flicked off the dribble on his lips, looking in a nearby window. "And Ladies, my god, are weak." Misa smiled deviously, almost as if she herself knew from first hand. Light nodded, "Perhaps I do need a bit of a touching up... But she tells me, that I have nothing to offer her... Do I not bring justice to the world as it is?" Misa nodded in agreeance, "You do.. You write your names in your notebook... Maybe you need to impress her?" Light blinked, "What more could I do to impress a lady?" Misa looked off towards fleet street. "There's a infamous slinger that gives lessons... He offered me a free lesson, perhaps you'd like to take it instead?" Misa knew she had no business with guns. She was all set with writting. Light nodded, "Perhaps it'll give me a more rounded edge.." Light started off for the shoot em up.

Mello looked out the window to see Light heading this way. His eyes widened, "Near. It's time." He ran upstairs, Near knowing exactly what was to happen. Mello prepared his pistole, "Now my friend.. You will serve your purpose.." Light walked in, staring at Mello. "I heard you were the best.." Mello nodded, "Yes sir.. and what may I interest in you today?" Light poke quickly, looking around the room. "I need to learn something to impress a woman... before i ask her to marry me." Mello rose an eyebrow, "And who would this be?" He loaded his pistole as if to get ready to start a lesson. "My ward... Takada."

Mello froze. Takada... you're still alive..

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Alright i know, cliff hanger (kinda) but this is really where i wanted ot leave off