Chapter 4:

Perverts

"Don't fuck with me, dude," I whispered, my voice getting louder.

"I'm not."

"So I have with me, a nineteen year old girl who just happens to be the Boss's daughter and if I don't bring her safely to LA, I'm gonna die right?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

I turned to Nami who was still sleeping peacefully. She was the Boss's daughter? HOW?

There was a beat of silence before Mello asked, "So is she hot?"

"Really? Mello? Really?"

"Matt, answer the damn question," Mello growled from the other side of the line.

"If I say yes, does that mean when we get to Los Angeles, you're going to start hitting on her?"

"…"

"Dammit Mello…"

"Nah, I'm just kidding Matt. I don't want to die. But still. Is she hot?"

I looked over at Nami who had just turned over to sleep on her side, facing me. Her black hair was longer than in the picture, now going a bit farther than her shoulder. With her knees curled closely towards her, her arms tucked close to her chest, she looked pretty cute.

"…"

"Matt?"

"…"

Mello chuckled. "I'm going to take that as a hell yeah. And with this girl, if you do a hit and run like the last one, well," Mello laughed again, "something tells me that's the same way you'll end up dead."

"Thanks Mels, nice to know my best friend is so supportive," I said, sarcasm laced in my voice.

"Yeah, I know, I'm amazing," Mello gloated.

I started to notice that the sun was going slowly down and the dim city lights started get brighter. I couldn't acknowledge the city scenery because Nami then started showing signs that she was waking up.

"Mels, I need to go, she's waking up."

"Fine. And hey Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"She's legal," Mello said before I heard the click of the phone.

She's….legal? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Hmm…Wait…. I rolled my eyes when I realized what Mello meant. He's such a pervert sometimes…

I pushed the thought to the side and slipped my phone in my pocket just as Nami's eyes fluttered open.

"Where are we?" she asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"My guess is that we're in New Jersey," I told her, staring straight ahead.

"When are we going to stop?" she asked as she stretched her arms over head, yawning as she did so.

I looked at the sign we passed.

Gas Station: Next Exit

Well that was oddly convenient.

"Right now," I said as I took the exit, driving along the road to the gas station.

We both got out of the car, and I followed her into the gas station.

"I'll be right back," Nami said, walking into the gas station to the bathroom.

I paid for the gas and went outside to put the gas into my car, standing outside waiting for Nami.

I tapped my foot impatiently, looking at the door, waiting for Nami. She can't take this long, could she? Unless…Dammit! Not again!

My eyes widened at what I just realized and went around back of the gas station, to see an open door and a black clad figure, running not too far in the snowy field.

I instantly sprinted after her, my feet pounding as fast as I could I could take them. I couldn't let her go. No. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not again.

"Nami!" I called, she turned around and spotted me and started to run a bit faster.

I soon started breathing heavily and I stopped in my tracks, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. I got an idea then ran back to the gas station. I threw myself in the car and started the car up and hit the gas, heading towards the back of the gas station.

I floored the gas pedal and soon I caught up with Nami. She spotted my car, but I could tell she was losing steam. She took a sharp turn, and my car followed.

I drove faster, and sharply turned the steering wheel, my car stopping abruptly in front of Nami, who stopped in shock, then quickly took off again. I got out of the driver's side and started running after her. I soon caught up and jumped on Nami, both of us landing in a big heap in the snow.

"Let me go!" Nami squirmed under me. I reached into my back pocket and brought out something that I didn't think would come in handy.

Click

Click

I got off of Nami and as she tried to run again, I just pulled her back, the chain of the handcuffs keeping us together.

"What the hell?" Nami yelled, looked at her wrist, then mine. "Get this fucking thing off of me!" she breathed heavily.

"No," I sighed calmly, still trying to catch my breath. "I'm not taking these off until we get you to Los Angeles."

"Take them off NOW Matt!" Nami yelled at me, while tugging on the chain. I tugged right back, harder, as I started to pull her back to the car.

"No. Now come on. I have a deadline to meet," I said, my voice emotionless.

Nami just pouted and stayed put. I rolled my eyes and started tugging the chain, dragging her along in the snow with me to the car.

"How are we going to get in Matt?" she asked, smugness in her voice.

I looked down at the handcuffs, then back at the car.

Crap.

There's a reason I had been THIRD in line to succeed L…

I walked over to the driver's side and opened the door.

"Well," I said, turning to Nami, "what are you waiting for? Get in."

Nami pouted and kept her feet firmly in place.

"I don't want to," she said, giving me a puppy dog look.

Oh no she didn't. Well, if she wants to play that way…

I lifted up my goggles to rest on top of my head, returning her puppy dog look with my own.

"Please, Nami. Get in the car," I said, sticking out my lower lip into a pouty expression and using my green eyes to smolder her own purple ones.

Her expression softened at first, then she squinted her purple eyes at me, and turned around, huffing in anger.

Damn. She's harder to get than most people. Even Mello doesn't really resist that look.

I suddenly got an idea. Mello taught this to me. It was how to get a girl do what you want her to. Usually, it would work with Mello, but when I tried it on a girl once, she ended up started whacking me with her purse. Her very heavy purse.

I slowly crept up behind Nami and started whispering in her ear.

"Nami, why don't want to get in the car?" I whispered.

"Because I don't want to go to Los Angeles," she snapped back, turning around and practically jumping from me being so close.

"What the hell, Matt? What are you? A pervert?" she yelled at me.

I walked slowly back to her, still whispering. "What if I am?"

"Then get away from me!" she yelled, walking as far as the chain would let her go.

I walked calmly towards her, keeping a cheeky smile on my face. "But Nami," I whispered as I got close enough to her, "I lied to you."

"Wait, what? What did you lie to me about?" she asked, her eyes narrowing at me as she stepped closer to me.

Just as planned.

I came a bit closer to her, my knowing smile on my face. "I do know why I had to bring you to LA."

"Why?" she asked, her voice a bit hesitant, but willing.

"Do you promise not to tell?" I whispered, breathing into her ear. I could see her shiver slightly at my close proximity and at the warmth of my breath.

"I promise, Matt," she whispered right back.

I got her now.

"I know something you don't…" I whispered, as I did that, my hands slowly snaked around Nami, careful not to touch her.

"Will you tell me now?" she asked, her voice rising a bit.

"Why don't I tell you in," I said, as I picked up Nami and lifted her over my shoulder, one of my hands on the small of her back, the other holding her knees down so she wouldn't be able to kick me, "in the car!"

"MATT! Put me the hell down now!" Nami yelled, pounding her hands on my back.

That was too easy…

I chuckled and ignored her request, walking back to the car. I put her through the driver's side and pushed her over to the passenger seat.

"I can't believe you tricked me like that!" Nami shrieked.

"It's not my fault you fell for it. Face it. You like me…" I joked as I got in the car and turned it on, the engine shortly growling to life.

"I do not like you, Matt."

"Why are your cheeks red?" I said, peering at her through the corner of my eye as she felt her face, and blushed even deeper when she realized I was right.

"…"

"Why do you have handcuffs in your back pocket? Or do you just like carrying around kinky things in your back pocket?" Nami taunted right back.

"…"

"That's what I thought," she said smugly.

"…But you didn't answer my question," I retorted.

"…"

"That's what I thought," I copied, turning my face towards the road, a smug smile on my face as I switched on the radio.

-Hour or so later-

"Maaatttttyyy….." Nami moaned in boredom, staring at the ceiling of the car.

"Whhhhaaattt?" I mimicked her, smirking when she responded with an eye roll.

"I'm bored!" Nami said, turning to me, covering her yawn with her hand.

"And?"

"Let's play a game!" she chirped.

"Fine. What game?"

"The question game. I ask one, you answer, then you ask one."

"Okay."

"I'll start," Nami said, putting her finger to her lip, which was adorable.

What the hell? Matt, snap out of it. She's a cute girl and it's normal behavior to be thinking what she does is adorable.

Sure it is you ignorant gamer….sure….

Shut up conscious!

Hey, pay attention, idiot. She's asking you a question.

"Who do you work for?" she asked.

"That's classified."

"So that's all you can tell me?"

"Yup."

"Fine. Your turn," Nami huffed.

"Um…what is your favorite type of candy?" I asked, starting with a simple question.

"You're going to think it's cheesy."

"No I'm not, what is it?"

"You know those conversation hearts?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I like those because of its cute sayings."

"You know, it's a conspiracy that those little candy things cause cancer."

"Coming from the person who's smoking his what, sixth cigarette in the day?" she asked, smirking.

"You know I'm right," I gloated.

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am. Anyway, it's your turn," I said, returning back to the subject.

"Okay, what's your favorite candy?"

"Skittles," I said simply.

"Like as in taste the rainbow skittles?"

"Yeah. I like how they all have these cool colors and stuff. Why?" I asked cautiously.

"Those taste like cat shit," Nami snorted.

"How?"

"Trust me, I know."

"Now I'm wondering why you know what cat feces tastes like," I snickered.

"Shut up!" she said, giving me a playful shove and a bright smile.

"Well, you're the one who said it tasted like cat shit!" I argued back. I couldn't help but returning her bright smile back.

I yawned and glanced at the clock.

2:34 A.M.

"Why don't we stop somewhere for the night?" I suggested.

"That sounds nice," Nami nodded, yawning too.

I drove for a couple of miles before spotting a motel, flicking on my turning signal as I turned the car into the motel's parking lot.

We both got out of our separate sides before the force of both of us pulling made us both fall down flat on the pavement.

"Why don't I just go out your side?" Nami said, as she got back in the car, this time coming out of my side.

The motel's manager gave us a weird stare after looking at the handcuffs keeping us together before saying, "Hi."

"Um, we would like a room for the night," I said.

"Just you two?" she asked, looking at us both.

"Yes?" Nami answered hesitantly.

"I don't want to be nosy, but aren't you two a bit too young to you know…" the manager said awkwardly, eyeing the handcuffs.

A blush suddenly came over to both Nami's and my face as we realized what she meant.

"What? Me and him? No! It's not like that!" Nami spoke up, her face as red as mine.

"Yeah! We're just taking a road trip!" I interjected, coming up with a plausible story.

"Yup! Road trip! NOTHING going here!" Nami said nervously, her face turning an even brighter red.

I used my hand to cover her mouth to prevent her from saying anything else that would convince the manager not to let us stay the night. "We'll take a room please."

"That would be sixty dollars," she said, punching in on her computer. I brought out my wallet with my free hand as Nami moved my hand from her mouth, pouting from being shut up.

"Here you go," I said, handing over the money. The manager gave us the room key and we both went up to the room.

When we opened the room, we saw that it was a normal motel room. Walls, carpet, a couch, a bed…wait. What was that last one?

I stared with wide eyes at the only bed in the room.

"So…" Nami said awkwardly.

I sighed. "I'll take the couch." I told Nami, as I plopped myself on the couch, falling instantly asleep.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It was late at night, or should I say the morning, but I was still restless.

Roste wasn't my real dad. My real dad was out there, I know it, but I had no clue to who he was, and I was anxious to find him and ask him why he left my mother and I in Roste's hands.

But here I was, handcuffed to a hot red head, who was currently snoring lightly.

Wait, did I say hot?

You didn't hear me say hot. I meant…the opposite of hot! Horrid! Horrid red head. Yeah, let's go with that.

I sighed and got up. I needed to get out of here. I got up and walked to where Matt was sleeping. His face was content and was obviously in dream land. His goggles were around his neck, his red hair messed up adorably.

Did I say adorably? I meant messed up in an annoying way.

Yeah…What? Don't believe me? Well, whatever.

I wondered where he kept his car keys…

Well, I saw him them into his pockets earlier...

I sighed, rubbing my face with my free hand.

I can't believe I'm doing this…

I reached over Matt to check his pockets. Damn him and his tight ass skinny jean ass!

My hand felt around the pocket, only finding more cigarettes.

Jeez, how much does Matt smoke in a day? I really need to introduce him to something called the patch.

"And you called me a pervert."

My eyes went wide as I turned my head slowly toward Matt, seeing his bright green eyes looking at me in a confused yet amused way.

"Ah!" I yelped, falling on my butt and clutching my hand as if it had been burned. "Why are you up?"

"And miss you trying to feel me up?"

My face went red as I realized he had been awake the whole time.

"If you want my car keys, you're going to have to look harder than that. I hid it in a place, only I would go into," he winked at me, "if you catch my drift."

"You're such a pervert!" I yelled at him, getting up and stomping over to my room.

"At least I wasn't trying to feel up someone in their sleep!" Matt yelled after me as I slammed the door to the room, trying to hide my blushing face.

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LOL! This is officially the most I've written in the least amount of time. Ever.

I don't own Death Note.

But first, I have a few questions. Just curious about what you think…

-What do you think Mello meant by telling Matt that Nami was 'legal'?

-Where do you think Matt hid his car keys?

-What do you think of Skittles?

-And what did Mello mean by Matt doing a hit and run with someone from their past?

-Also: What is your favorite candy and why?

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