She was stuck there. She had restraints on her arms and feet, and even if she didn't she was way too afraid to even try to escape. If she made any sudden movements, this guy could immediately wake up and punish her…in who knows what ways. She had no choice but to sit there and wait. There was a little clock in the corner that kept ticking. Every time the second hand moved, she almost felt a little more of sanity disappear. She was a hostage. She was helpless. These people could do whatever they wanted with her. They were her monsters, her enemies. On the other hand, they cared to make sure she didn't kill herself and they were keeping a keen eye on her. They were protectors, friends. No, not they as a whole. Not the two guys who kidnapped her, not the young guy in the car, and not the whole mafia that was downstairs. It was all Mello. Mello was her captor, her protector, her master.
As she watched him sleep, she focused on what her master said earlier. "My goal…is to beat that guy right there." So, that worried look in his face. He's afraid of losing to that kid? He's…not too different from me. Indeed, the more she thought about it, the more the truth settled in. Finally, there was someone who could understand what it was like to be the underdog. Without waking him up, Sayu started to cry quietly. She cried for her humiliating situation, for missing her family and friends, for the feeling she wouldn't live to see another sun rise, but most of all for Mello. Her poor master, he goes through so much to be the best. She could tell by the whole operation of kidnapping her! She didn't know who that kid in the sketch was, but whoever he was; he was to Mello what Light is to her. No matter what they do, they can never top that person in anything.
Every minute he was asleep, she started to grow more and more obsessed with him. He really was very handsome. He had this exotic look to him, too; probably because he was from a different country. The leather outfit he wore pressed closely to his body; as if he was calling for attention by the way he dressed. One thing for sure, he really captured hers. That little feeling from earlier had grown stronger and stronger. Then her mind flashed to someone else, Akira. Oh, what was she to do? It's not my fault. None of this is my fault. If I get screwed by my captor, it's because he kidnapped me! If I lust for him in the first place, it's because I've lost my mind. There is a perfectly good excuse for everything I'm feeling right now and no one can have anything on me. What happens here in L.A, stays in L.A.
Several hours later, Mello woke up and made the preparations for the exchange. There was this long, narrow hallway with a sort of bubble in the middle. For the past few days, Mello and the mafia had been installing special revolving doors that had a special hole for exchanging a small notebook. These doors were completely see through, but bullet-proof. They had to make sure there was no way for any funny business to happen during the exchange. The whole time, Sayu was always under supervision. She always felt like a wild animal at the zoo whenever she had Matt or any of the other mafia members watching her every move, but when Mello watched her she felt like she was being protected. He made sure that no one hurt her or else the deal with her father would be broken.
It took almost all day to set up the doors; by the time they were finished and perfected, Mello was absolutely exhausted. That night he decided to go to bed particularly early. He needed to be rested and ready for the big day tomorrow. He was absolutely certain that Soichiro Yagami would show up tomorrow. The poor guy, he didn't have anything against him, but he knew that the easiest way to get the notebook would be to tug at the heartstrings of the head cop who was a family man. He'd thought about taking one of Aizawa's children, but his children were younger and harder to get a hold of, plus they would be less cooperative. The last thing he would do would be to kidnap someone actually in the Task Force. Chances were that one of them would most likely be Kira. More specifically, he suspected the new L. That bastard was ruining L's good name by prancing around like an idiot and getting nowhere. Or at least, that's what he wants everyone to think. There's no way L would leave his good name to a complete moron; this new guy must be hiding something underneath it all, mostly likely that he's Kira. Now who on the Task Force is most likely the new L/Kira? When he went investigating in Japan a while back, he heard that the star pupil of To-Oh University and the Chief's son, Light Yagami, joined the police force. The guy must be a real hot-shot. If he were to join the police force, he'd mostly likely be on the Task Force. The new L cannot be the Chief, for the man seemed too moral to take on L's devious operations. If anything, it'd be this new guy, Light Yagami.
Of course, Near has probably gotten this far, too; if not farther. As that thought crossed his mind, he felt like his skin was starting to boil. That lazy good-for-nothing baby! He can't do anything himself; he always has people do stuff for him! The real L took action when he needed to, and that's what I'm doing right now! Something needs to be done, and I'm doing it. Right now I have the daughter of the Chief of Police and the sister of the fake L here at my will! The fake L who is probably Kira. I have Kira's sister here…in my room…in chains…in nothing but a white t-shirt…sweating like crazy…and at my mercy. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. No one would be shocked to know that being the dominant man overpowering a small weakling…really turned him on. A moment later, he shook his head and snapped back into reality. No, the deal is I give her back to him unharmed. If he were to find out that I raped his little girl, it would mean I failed on my part, and that's just plain degrading. With that final thought, he drifted off to sleep. Sayu also fell asleep soon after. Fortunately, Mello had given her a blanket to cover her as she slept. She figured he wasn't always this nice, especially how he forced her to undress in front of him, but she knew he was at least faking it to make sure she didn't kill herself.
"Mello…don't make it hurt too bad…" A voice whimpered in his ear. He opened his eyes and jumped up, but he didn't feel like he did anything. "I'm probably dreaming." He told himself. He appeared to be in some old medieval dungeon. Why the heck was he in a place like this? He looked in the corner to see a young man with handsome features, but scolding red eyes attached to the rack, an old torture device. Above his head were giant letters that read "KIRA." Mello snarled and then chuckled as he figured that he had Kira here in front of his eyes.
"Mello, please be gentle with me…" That voice came again. He looked to the other side of the room and saw…Sayu Yagami, Kira's little sister. She was chained to the wall, in some serious S&M gear, and blushing like a new bride. She only wore a strapless bra and black panties, and her neck was surrounded by a dog collar. Her arms were in shackles and she had no means of escape. He walked over to her and barely touched her shoulder.
"Get away from my sister, you dirty punk!" Kira called out from the other side of the room. Unfortunately for him, Mello was not about to take orders from the pathetic being who killed L. He shot a sinister look back at Kira and continued to touch Sayu, this time on more than just the shoulder. He caressed her, groped her, licked her, and with every sensation that made Sayu moan, Kira groaned with agony as the rack pulled his limbs farther apart. Mello was enjoying this…very much. He took Sayu's entire body and pressed it against himself, digging his nails into the thick skin of her back. As Sayu let out a loud gasp, Kira let out a devastating cry of pain. With every little thing Mello did to Sayu, it tortured Kira more and more.