After this chapter it's going to be jumping forward a bit. I have plans. Big plans. You'll see. I finally finished Death Note, and have ways for L to play into the ending. BWAHAHA! this is gonna be great.
So yea, enjoy the story.
I no own death note*
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First things first, find the kid- L thought to himself. If he was Mello, where would he run to? He knew Mello was able to hack computer systems, so getting a plane ticket would be no problem. But where would he want to run to?
Mello was angry. He wanted revenge, and he wanted to beat Near. Mello had said that Near would succeed L, but L knew Mello couldn't leave a case to rest like this. He had a plan up his sleeve. And there was one thing Mello needed that he'd never really had. Mello needed power.
America- L knew it in a instant. Mello needed a place for oppertunity, a place he could find power. He'd want a big, strong country that wouldn't be afraid to fight Kira. He'd want some place too, that he could hide.
L was relieved by this fact. Besides the fact that he knew where to start, it also meant he had time to get to Mello before he set of for America. There was one thing he'd need- a passport.
Knowing Mello, he hadn't taken any money that wasn't his own before he left Wammy's. Not that he hadn't thought of it, he just wouldn't steal from Roger. No matter how angry he was, he'd been raised better.
So L was now looking for a fourteen year old boy, who had very little money and who would be looking for work somewhere. He'd be hiding in England, not too far from Wammy's, trying to find work.
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"So L's alive... and we can't tell anyone..." Near said.
"Are you still talking to yourself Near?" Matt asked, pulling off his head phones.
"So the battle is not over," Near added, still talking to himself. Matt rolled his eyes.
"If he doesn't want us to tell anyone, then he probably doesn't plan on telling anyone himself either. I understand that. It would be a great advantage for him, if everyone thought he was dead. So the question is... will he be working through us?"
"What us? I told you, I'm not getting involved in this Kira stuff," Matt said.
"It's an interesting idea. He'd be behind the scenes the entire time. But what if Kira was to figure this out...?"
"I don't know," Matt answered, not paying attention anymore.
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L found him. He was slightly impressed on how well Mello had been hiding, but also slightly disappointed that he'd been found so easy. Still, it had taken L two days.
He found Mello easily, in a bar of all places. He'd quickly gotten himself a job as a bus boy. Not that it would last long.
L had on a bit of a disguise. He wore a baseball hat on his head and sunglasses over his eyes. He was wearing a hoodie for Wenchester University, that he'd found at the airport. It turned out that the airport was in England. He still had no idea how he'd gotten there.
He confirmed the name of the bar and hoped he'd been right, and that Mello was inside. He opened the door and his hopes were confirmed immediately.
"Fine! Here's you Goddamned fries you old drunk!" L heard a familiar voice shout. He noticed that the boy's voice had deepened a bit, but it was still unmistakenly Mello.
L should have done something sooner. Before he knew it a full out confrontation had broke out.
"Show some respect you little brat!" the bartender shouted.
"I'll show the drunkards respect when they show me some!" Mello responded.
"You want some respect!" the older man yelled, slapping Mello across the face. His head jerked to the side and his hair whipped over his face. Several people gasped. A bright red hand print appeared on Mello's left cheek. He growled at the bartender.
"You can't hit a child like that!" a woman exclaimed.
"You know what!" Mello yelled. "I QUIT! I'll get another job somewhere. Find yourself a new slave!" He knocked several glasses off the counter, shattering them. The old man grabbed Mello by the front of the apron he was wearing.
"You're gonna pay for every glass you just broke, one way or another!" the man bellowed, and Mello winced.
"I'm calling the police!" the same woman exclaimed. L waisted no more time. He rushed forward.
"STOP!" he yelled, pushing between the angry bartender and Mello.
"I have a right to discipline my employees, and I suggest you get out of my way," the man growled.
"I just heard this boy say he quit. You have no right to do anything to him anymore. In fact, I'm taking him home now," L stated simply, pushing himself more in front of Mello.
"And why should you do that?" (an oddly stated question, but you get the idea.)
"This is my younger brother. He ran away from home, and I'm here to take him back," L said. He turned to Mello. "Come on, let's go."
"No way!" Mello pulled his arm out of L's grasp. He had no idea who this guy was! Why should he go anywhere with him?
"You heard the kid! Leave him here!" The bartender grabbed L by the shoulder and swung an arm as if to punch him. L spun, ducked down and kicked the old man square in the jaw. The man went flying.
"L!" Mello gasped. He recognized L's fighting style anywhere. L gave Mello a small push and the two ran out of the bar quickly.
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"H-how are you here?" Mello asked. They were in the safety of a nearby hotel room. "Roger said you were dead!"
"I was I guess," L said thoughtfully.
"What happened?" Mello asked.
"What do you mean?"
"How did you die?" Mello started, asking very quietly as if it might be a sensitive topic.
"My heart stopped. I think I was killed by Kira," L stated.
"You think?"
"I cannot be completely certain. Eighty-seven percent,"
"And so if you died... then how?"
"I don't know," L said. Both were silent for a while, staring from the ceiling to the floor to the wall. Neither young genius knew exactly what to say. L noticed that Mello's hands were constantly moving nervously. He also noticed that he didn't have a chocolate bar in his hand. L smiled slightly and pulled something out of his hoodie pocket. He'd taken off his glasses and hat, but kept the sweat shirt. It was comfy.
"Here," he handed Mello the dark chocolate hershey bar, and the boy smiled happily, tearing into the wrapper.
"Matt called me," L said.
"Oh?" Mello stopped chewing for a second and glanced at L from the corner of his eye. What was L thinking? Was he mad that Mello had run away? Was he going to take him back?
"It was the first thing that happened after I realized I was alive. I think they might be connected, but I'm not sure yet. 46%." L said. Mello didn't say anything.
"You're angry with me, aren't you Mello?"he asked.
"Why didn't you choose?" Mello asked.
"I couldn't,"
"Bull shit,"
"Mello, the only way to beat Kira is with both you and Near,"
"No way!" Mello yelled, jumping to his feet. "There's no way I'm working with that albino freak! We've been rivals forever!"
"You don't have to, Mello. Not yet," L said, trying to calm Mello down. Mello stopped and glared at him.
"You just said..." Mello sneered.
"I am not done fighting Kira. But I will need both yours and Near's help."
"I'm not helping Near,"
"I am not asking you to help Near. I am asking you to help me," L explained calmly, but sternly, setting a gentle hand on Mello's shoulder.
Mello nodded. "I want to help you," he said.
"So, when do you leave for America?" L asked slyly. Mello's eyes grew. L knew! He sighed. No use denying it- his older brother could read him like a book.
"I was going to as soon as I got enough money... for a passport," Mello said.
"I assume you have ways to get a ticket?"
"Of course,"
"How much do you need for the passport?" L asked.
"You can't be serious..." Mello said, a smile spreading across his face.
"Here's how it will work. I will pay for your pass port to America. You in turn will work on the Kira investigation with me, doing all you can from America. You will keep this with you at all times, and we will speak every day. If I do not hear from you for twenty-four hours, I will come find you.
"I understand that you want independence, but this is the best I can do for you right now. Also, let me see your rosary," L requested. Mello raised an eyebrow at the strange request, but slid his rosary off his neck, handing it gently to L.
L layed it on the table. He took a screw driver from his pocket, and split one of the beads in half. Mello gasped slightly, not wanting L to destroy it. The bead was hollow.
L took out a small plastic bag that contained a single black square. The square was only slightly bigger than a grain of rice. He placed the square gently in the bead and snapped it back together with a tiny bottle of glue.
"There," L whispered, pleased as he handed the rosary back to Mello. "You never take that rosary off, which is why I placed a tracking device in it. If for some reason I cannot reach you, I will still be able to find you. It is only for emergancies, and I hope I never have to use it. If it comes to a point that you cannot wear it- such as if you are caught, then swallow the bead."
"I understand. Thank you, L," Mello said happily.
"I'll see you off to the airport tomorrow," L said.
"You don't have to do that," Mello chuckled.
"I want to," L insisted. "But for now, it's late. You should get some rest."
"What about you?" Mello asked, already pulling back the covers and climbing in. He was exhausted. The last time he'd slept had been at Wammy's, except for five minutes in an ally, but that didn't count.
"I have some business to take care of. I won't be far," L reassured.
Mello yawned, burrying his face in a pillow. "Goodnight, L," he said.
"Goodnight," L pulled the blankets up over Mello's shoulders as of instinct. Just as if Mello was still the five year old boy who'd run to him with a nightmare.
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"I've made many promises," L said, talking to himself up on the roof. The moon was out full, and the stars were shining brightly. He closed his eyes and listened carefully. It was nearly midnight, so it should happen soon.
"I promised Watari long ago that I would take care of those boys," he said to himself.
"I also swore to bring Kira to justice, even if it took my own life," he continued, opening his eyes and staring up at the stars. "It would be easier if only I could remember, but no matter. I will find Kira."
L was chewing thoughtfully on the tip of his thumb. "Another promise, it seems. Or maybe just a renewed one. I am in debt now, aren't I?" L realized that he wasn't only talking to himself, but also to the unseen being. Whatever god or substance that had brought him back. Just another thing to work for- he'd been brought back for this reason.
"There shall be peace soon." And he heard the familiar clock tower, that he'd listened to every night when he was a kid at Wammy's, chime twelve. It was a small comfort to him.