Mello was led to a dark room at what seemed to be the basement of the building. He was placed in a hard wooden chair and left. He was in that room for a long time. How long he wasn't sure; whether it was 4 hours, or 6 made no difference to him. He had a lot to think about. What he was going to do from here, whether they were going to kill him, how he could possibly manipulate the situation to work to his advantage. His cell phone buzzed a few times. It was his Wammy phone and he would discontinue it if he could. L had it so that these things went on forever, with no real service provider, only one made by Watari. They were the latest in technology at the time, invented by Watari, they ran off of no batteries and were solar powered. He remembered how excited Matt was when he got his. He was all over it. Matt. He still had a stone in his heart for what he did. Matt was his best friend, and even though he hated him sometimes, he was still one of the only people to ever see him cry. And certainly the only person he's ever cared to see cry.
Eventually , the door opened and light shone through. Someone switched on the main light and the room lit up. He turned around to see the man in the doorway, it was Ross, who else would it be? He turned around again waiting for Rod to sit opposite him, he would not give attention unless attention was given to him, that was his first plan.
"Turn around." Came the voice from behind him. He did not move.
"Come on now, turn around." He still refused to move, through his spirits were shaking. He stayed looking at the wall opposite him. There was a loud bang, and he watched as a bullet hit the wall only a few centimetres from where his head was. This was startling, but, resolved in his position, he stayed still.
"Fine then have it your way." Rod walked over and stood opposite him. "What's your name?"
"Micheal. My name is Micheal Dobton." He stated, looking now directly at Rod.
"Well," He threatened, "Micheal." He drew in a deep breath and continued on in his sentence. "You see, I'm running a very organized operation here, and you, you've kind of intruded."
"Have I?" he asked with a voice as calm as Near's.
"Yes you have. Now, I'm a fair man, see, and I don't believe you meant to. Did you mean to sneak in?"
"Well, surely I did, sir." He smiled.
"And why would you want to do a thing like that?" Rod asked, also playing the emotionless game.
"Interest Rod." He said, his smile widening, "Interest in you and your…organization."
"Oh?" Rod started with a little chuckle, "Well how cute. I love fans, but I'm afraid that I can't let you leave. Not now. You know where we are."
"Wouldn't want to leave. I'm trying to get in."
"You want in? What makes you think we need someone like you?" He laughed. "You thought you could just stroll down here and get in?"
"Yes, and I figured if I couldn't I could always kick your ass."
Rod stopped laughing. "See that's where you're wrong." He swung a hard, swift punch that hit Mello straight in the jaw. Two more followed one to the stomach and another to the groin. Rod had him off the chair and on the ground where he was being kicked and hit, and he wasn't fighting back. Even though each muscle told him to, he didn't.
"C'mon hot shot, fight me." Rod demanded sending another punch straight to the nose. Mello winced but still refused to fight, if he fought and lost, then there would be no way he could get in. "Fight me, I mean it, hit me." His anger was boiling up and was starting to take over his reason, he felt one hand move, but stopped it before a punch was formed. "Come on I mean it. Fight me, fight me." And that was it. Mello took his leg and wrapped it around Rod's waist. He squirmed, struggled and let his fists fly. He got several good punches in before he felt himself getting turned over. Rod pulled down the seat of his pants and Mello knew what was happening. He winced as he felt Rod force himself in and cried while he was rocked. When Rod finished, Mello pulled his pants up and turned face up to look at him.
"I like you. You can stay." Was all he said, before Rod turned around and left.
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He had to be Rod's personal whore for a while, perhaps around 8 months. Then he was put with the guys who were in charge of drug trafficking. He got busted on his first day out; but because it was his first offence and he was in the car the whole time, he was only sentenced to 1 year in juvenile detention. He got out in eight months for 'good behaviour' that's what everyone thought. No one else but him knew that it was because he screwed the warden. He went back to Rod at that time and was, to his surprise, welcomed back.
"We got the kid back everybody!" Rod announced and everyone cheered. Most people there liked Mello, he was smart, and everyone knew it, and he was aggressive. These things made him a very likeable person to the other members. Jack Neylon stood up and patted him on the back.
"Good to see that juvie didn't get to you."
"Never could." He smiled. "Those assholes should have listened, I told them the cops were making their rounds."
"Yeah well they're locked away and we need a few more people to take it over." Rod said bluntly.
"I wouldn't mind-" Mello started before he was interrupted,
"-No. You're in weapons. You get your own gun and everything." Rod told him.
"Sweet. Let's do this!" Mello exclaimed.
"Hold on kid." Laughed Jack. "You've been gone, sit down first, unwind, get some play before you get to work."
"What do you mean?" asked Mello. He watched as Neylon took out a small block of cocaine and began to crush it into thin lines.
"I mean." He said, focused, "Take some time to hype up. Hender's coming back with some fresh sluts. Boss said you could have one when you get back, I can sit out tonight." He rolled up a dollar bill and handed it to him. "Here, take some of this before, you'll feel great."
Mello knew what to do, he'd seen some of the guys snort. It was only a matter of 'should he do it'. He was prone to addiction, and a drug like this could fuck him up. If he got addicted, he wouldn't be able to solve the case. But the other guys were egging him on, and right now, solving the case meant blending in with these guys. So he lined up the rolled-up bill to the table and snorted.
It took about a minute for it to work, but when it did he felt like he could do anything. His heart started racing and he started fidgeting which was weird for him because normally he wasn't the type to move around a lot.
"Man I could punch Near in the face so hard right now!"
"Who's Near? Did he screw us over on some deal?" Asked Rod, suddenly interested.
"No he just sucks." Mello said. "Or….I could run him up a building and throw him off."
"Calm down kid." Smiled Neylon and a few other members laughed.
"Calm down? How? I feel so amazing!" Mello got up and started shifting on his feet. He wanted to dance, or jump, or run around the room, but he stayed on his feet, shifting. Hender came back with two girls, one was tall, blonde with long legs and big boobs the other was a brunette with a similar stature.
"Take your pick kid." Neylon showed Mello the girls sat back.
"I want the blonde one." He said full of enthusiasm.
"Take another line before you go." Neylon advised. Mello took his rolled up bill and snorted two more lines before he took his tall blonde and went into one of the private rooms. The last time he was in one of these rooms he was just a whore. But now, he had his own girl and couldn't wait.
"Is it your first time?" she asked him taking off her shirt and straddling him on the bed.
"Yep, never fucked anyone, been fucked though, not fun. Hope this is fun." He put one of his hands on the girl's boobs and squeezed it. She let out a small moan that made his already pulsing member harder.
"Don't worry then, I got you." She unzipped his vest and kissed across his chest and licked his nipples. He was starting to get painfully hard when she un-wove his leather pants and wrapped a hand around him. She jacked him off for a little while before licking him. He tangled his fingers into her hair and let out a moan. After a while he couldn't hold himself and he let the pre cum explode out of him. She sat up and rolled up her skirt. It was a terrifying sight. Well, perhaps not terrifying, but, gross. He looked away but plunged his dick into her. It felt good there was no denying that. But underneath him was a girl, with girl parts, this is how sex happens right? A guy on top of a girl. He thought. Then why does it feel like something's missing?
After he finished with her he was wiped out. He had never been more tiered in his life. Not even pretending to enjoy sex with Rod made him this exhausted. He was still confused as to why he felt like it wasn't as good as it should have been, aside from feeling good. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that he was going to get a gun because now he was on the weapons deal. He ran down to his part of the building where he left his rug sack and got his money. He noticed a small slip of paper fall out, he picked it up, curious, and read it. 'Successor, By the time that this is being read it will be known that L has died' Oh shit. He thought. The case, how could I forget about that?! It's all I thought about in juvie! He picked it up and put it back in his bag. He couldn't forget about the case. The mafia was a cover, these men were pawns, not friends. And he was here to capture Kira, not get high and have sex.