Mello's perspective again.

He is so badass ^.^

Also, I am on break now, so I will try to start updating more. But I am going on vacation, so I cannot make promises. But like I said, I will try.

-brightXblack

Disclaimer: I no own Death Note, nor Matty, nor Mello =[

I hate planes.

And this was a damn long plane ride.

London to New York, then New York to LA. By the time we arrived in California, I was thoroughly airsick. I couldn't even stomach chocolate.

I figured that once I got there, I would find myself some tough guys and become the leader, using my superior brainpower, and fists.

It wasn't as hard to find them as I thought. In fact, they sort of found me. My airsickness had gotten the better of me and I was throwing up in a dark alley, when I felt a big, hot hand land on my shoulder. Instead of screaming or struggling, like I'm sure he expected, I stood up, turned around, and gave him a huge grin.

"What the hell are you smiling at kid?"

"Me? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. My good sir, are you by any chance involved with the Mafia?"

He looked very confused. Matt tells me not to take advantage of people, but this was an exception. I sent the guy reeling backwards with a punch in the face. He held his chin and looked at me in shock.

"I suppose I will have to ask you again, sir. You obviously do not have the brain capacity to understand what I just asked." Despite my small frame, I slammed him against the brick wall behind us, gripping his collar. "Are you. In. The Mafia?"

He struggled, looking at me incredulously. "What are you, some kind of police agent or something?"

Oh the irony. If it weren't for Near, I would be a police agent. Actually, I would be The police agent.

I laughed. "Fuck no. Far from it. Now answer the question dumbass."

"Y-yeah. I'm in the M-Mafia. What…What do you want with us…?"

"Oh, I want to join. That's all."

"You can't join the Mafia just like that! You have to-"

"I'll be the judge of that."

I let him down, twisting his arms into an uncomfortable position.

"Take me to the boss."

"But the Boss won't see you! He's-"

He winced as I tightened my grip on his arms.

"Shut up and start walking."

Their hiding place turned out to be an abandoned factory. I barged into where the boss sat. The biggest office, with the most comfortable looking chair in the entire place.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked me around his cigar. "You got some nerve boy, barging in on me like thi-"

He was cut short when his face was slammed against his desk. In less than three seconds, I had him immobilized and de-armed, using his own gun to press against his ear. Since I figured the best course of action would be to scare the living shit out of him, I cocked the gun and adopted a low, whispery tone of voice, so he had to concentrate to hear me.

"Never you mind who I am. You can call me Mello."

He silently glared at me, and I pressed the point of the gun into his ear.

"Ask why I'm here."

He spoke in a monotone. "Why are you here."

"Because we can benefit each other. You need me, and you are going to help me."

His face was priceless. I decided it was time to turn up my creep-factor. I climbed over the back of his chair, never moving the gun an inch, and straddling his back. I let my breath tickle his neck as I leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Or… I could pull the trigger and do you in. Your choice. You'll be dead anyways, if you refuse my help. Kira'll get to you eventually."

That got his attention.

"Y-you're involved with Kira…?"

"Don't ask questions. Do as I say, and you will live. Mmkay?"

"Y-yes Mello. But I would prefer not to tell the rest of the men that I am taking orders from you. I-I'll tell them you're second in command? But I'll do as you say." He whimpered.

Rolling my eyes, I agreed and climbed off of him, making sure to keep the gun where it was. It was pretty… Sleek, and black and lightweight. I fired it out a window and watched the Mafia boss cringe.

"You'll have to get yourself a new gun 'boss'. This one is mine now. C'mon, lets go tell the rest of the men what's happened."

As we walked towards the office used as a common area, I could hear them laughing.

"This kid…" "Blond kid… Girl…" "Against the wall!…" "Dead by now…" "Gunshot… Stupid kid…"

Needless to say, I immensely enjoyed their faces when I walked in, the Mafia boss sulking behind me. He mumbled something about complications and being second in command.

I moved his gun, reflecting a beam of light into his face.

"I'm sorry 'boss'. What did you say?"
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Men, this…this is M-Mello. He's my s-second in command now, for c-complicated reasons. Do as he says."

He hightailed it out of the room, leaving me with seven or so tough looking men.

This was going to be fun!

"So, of course, I'll need my own room. I want a nice chair, and a good couch. Get on it."

They shifted uneasily until I began to twirl the sleek gun. They scurried from the room, and I could hear them talking about me again.

"Who the fuck…?" "Boss' face!…" "His gun…." "Scared the living daylights…" "Just a kid…" "Pretty impressive…"

I grabbed the last guy, who looked to be the youngest, after me of course. He whimpered slightly as I moved close to his ear.

"I have a special job for you though. I want you to go out… And bring back all the chocolate you can carry. And none of that Hershey's crap! Get me the real shit."

They were quick, I admit it. But it was a good idea to keep them wary, if not afraid, of me. They carried the couch and chair into the second-biggest office in the building, looking worried as I glared at them.

"Took you long enough. Where the fuck's my chocolate?"

"Right here Mello! S-sir." He scurried forward and dropped about six bags of Ghirardelli dark chocolate on the desk that had come with the office. I let out a low purr of satisfaction, unwrapping the candy bar. They all stood in front of me, staring like idiots.

"You can go now!"

Being in the Mafia gave me seemingly endless resources. I got paid damn well, along with a limitless supply of chocolate. We were working to find the identity of Kira, and how he killed, before Near could. I was in charge of a whole network of hackers, thugs and con men. I took to wearing leather. It was another level of intimidation, and I looked damn sexy in it.

But I wasn't happy. Not even close. I wanted Matt. It had been almost a month since I'd left Wammy's. I was worried that he hated me for leaving him, or that he hadn't found the note, or he couldn't figure out the clue. I told all the Mafia members to be on the lookout for a boy my age, red hair, stripes, and probably orange goggles. Everyday, I would ask them if they'd found him. They never did. I would swear, and break things, and shoot inanimate objects (or feet, in one case, but that was kind of an accident.)

Whenever I was in town, I would see someone with red hair or wearing stripes, and start going up to them. But it was never him.

After about four months of this, I had a total meltdown, got insanely drunk, shot several feet (on purpose), thought about shooting my own, and finally resigned myself to the fact that he wasn't going to show up.

Of course, fate just loves proving me wrong. In this case though, I didn't mind one bit. I cursed colorfully at myself for not giving up sooner. The first time I went into town after that, I saw him. It took three hours of tailing, listening and watching until I finally believed it was him.

So, I did what any normal kid who had just found his long-lost-gay-lover/best friend would do.

I tackled him in the middle of the busiest sidewalk in LA.

"MATTYYYYYYYYY!"

"M-Mels?"

I'll bet we got a lot of funny looks, lying on the sidewalk together, but I was too busy kissing him to care. I had my Matty back, and he didn't seem to hate me, judging by the fact that he had me in a death grip and was sobbing against my shoulder. I was pretty teary eyed myself. I could only make out a few of his words in between out sobs.

"…thought I lost you! …can't believe… missed you like crazy… Mello…"

"Shhh, Matty, it's okay. Don't cry, we're together now. Everything is going to be alright."

I stood up, pulling me with him. He looked at me from underneath that shaggy red hair, being pretty much the most adorable, fuckable creature in the universe.

He also knows me too well.

"Bad Mello, having sex in public is illegal."

"…So…?"

He blushed (SO goddamn cute). "I-it's also… It's n-not…"

"Silly Matty. You're so fucking cute when you stutter. I'm not gonna make you do it in public. C'mon though, I have a…place."

I decided, as I began to lead him back to the factory, that we would have to get ourselves an apartment. While my office wasn't terrible, it'd be nice to be alone with Matt. But for now, it'd do perfectly well.

As we walked in, I issued orders, all the while dragging Matt to my office/bedroom.
"Nobody bother us, and if you do, I will personally shoot your feet. Repeatedly."

My couch was not the preferable place for this to happen, but it was better than the cement floor.

Curling up in his lap, I sighed.

"I guess… I guess I have some explaining to do. Matty, I didn't want to leave you. I love you, I do! It broke my heart, and there isn't-"

I was cut off by Matt's lips (a very effective way of quieting me up, I might add)

"Shut up Mels. I get it, I really do. I know you had to do this. If anyone has explaining to do, it's me. I took forever finding you, and I'm really, really sorry. It was-" It was his turn to be cut off. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at him.

"You shut up. Don't apologize. All that matters is that we're together now."

He smiled his adorable little crooked smile. I couldn't resist kissing him again, and this time, neither of us pulled away (thank god). He rubbed his hands up and down my back, while I tangled my hands in his thick red hair. It was just like the first time we kissed, only not in a tree.

He lay down on the couch, pulling me along with him. I changed my position so that I was straddling him. I had missed this so much.

I had missed him.

Needless to say, I'm sure, we were up all night.

Hooray, Matty and Mels are together again! ^.^

Oh my Lord, now we can finally get this started, if you catch my drift (if not, translation: I can start writing more fun scenes like this one.).