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Endless Waltz

Raito peeked in on the sleeping man. It had been hours that he had fought against his restraints, hours that he cried out for that blond man, hours that he begged Raito to let him go. The cries had quickly turned into threats. Threats that Mello would find him here. Threats that Mello wouldn't let this go. They came one after another but none of them bothered Raito a bit. He knew better than to believe the red head. He had a perfect watch on his dear Mello he talked so highly of.

The blond in question had ransacked his apartment looking for clues to Matt's disappearance. Raito had watched silently in awe of how strong the tiny blond man could be. He had managed to flip the couch, toss dishes at the wall and even kicked a few holes in the walls. The tantrum didn't do anything but provide humor for Raito and assure him that Mello didn't need to be anywhere near Matt with that kind of anger. He taunted the red head a lot of the time. Picked on his anti-social nature. He made fun of everything Raito had embraced about the red head. He remembered the moment he had first laid eyes on him. The moment he had fallen in love. The moment he knew he had to have him, possess him, keep him. Forever.

The heavy crimson curtains clung to the walls, draped sideways to give an pleasing view as the couples entered the dance hall. Another formal ball held by some rich somebody and Raito couldn't recall the name of to save his life. He guessed that if someone did seek him out, which he doubted, he could possibly wing it the whole time. He was of course a genius though he didn't look forward to attending events for his father when he should be doing his usual duties during the Kira case.

The request had come from no where when his father had asked for a favour. It was something that now as he looked back at he regretted saying it was okay. Now he was stuck with Misa clinging to his arm bringing far too many people near him for comfort. The less people who knew his name, the less people noticed him, the more he was able to watch from afar the better. Misa clearly had other plans if that were the case she had already requested to dance three times. He promised her at least once if she would go off and blend with everyone and she had. He'd seek her out later…maybe.

Several of the groups which had headed in he recognized as known drug lords, mafia members and good old government officials. They sure seemed to come together well supposedly having never met before. This world was filled with so much useless corruption it was sickening him. The scum grouped together and multiplied, at this point most likely even their children were going to be like them. He was the only person who could stop it. Who could bring everyone together, the first thing he would do under his rule. His utopia would be complete perfection.

From his seat he not only had the perfect view of outside into a beautiful moonless night but he could watch the door. Those entering grouped together speaking lightly to each other in brief introductions. Introductions they would use countless times each night but they would make friends for a lifetime in high places and that's all that mattered in this instance. The more people they spoke to the more they could increase their knowledge. Even Misa knew the game well enough to be talking to the Prime Ministers wife and daughter who had just arrived. He had met both before as a young child so he doubted that they remembered him at this point.

Another individual that seemed to be causing quite the commotion was a blond haired man styled perfectly in his crisp black suit. To his side a slightly uncomfortable looking gentleman whoms face was hidden behind an overly excited older man who gestured around the great hall. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out this shindig was his design and he wanted to feel special for it. The blond seemed calm and laid back but still nice enough to compliment the hall. Though at the same time he gave off the air that all of this was below him. He was here because he wanted to be not because someone made him and he was obligated like so many other people here. Raito rolled his eyes, just another one to add to the muck.

He continued to watch the group, the older man walking backwards while the small group that had assembled followed happy to oblige. The blond held his spot only for a few seconds exchanging a few words with the man he had arrived with. It actually resembled more of a tiny spat between lovers than two business partners exchanging words before one left. It ended almost as quickly as it began the blond waving the other off moving forward at abrisk pace to catch up with those waiting for him leaving his friend looking uncomfortable and out of place.

Raito almost felt a bit bad for him stand there alone. Everyone moved so fluently around him it almost made him want to help him but he didn't. Instead he watched intrigued as to what the mans next move was. It was surprising to say the least he dug into his pocket pulling out what looked like goggles. Goggles? It took a few seconds before he leisurely strolled past Raito adjusting the goggles onto his face as he went. This kid was certainly a different one to say the least. Just as something to do he decided to following him out into the outlook just to check on him.

Once he reached the outlook it look empty. There was no one looking out at the stars on the breezy winters night. There wasn't even a hushed conversation of two girls and the man certainly wasn't in sight.

"You're looking for me?" The voice drifted from the far corner hidden by two shrubs placed perfectly to create a blind spot. "Right? I saw you watching Mell- Mello and I when we came in. Do you know him?"

Raito pushed the shrubs aside glancing down at the huddled man. He could see far more about him before. His face was still hidden but now he could see it was hidden by crimson red hair lengthy enough to hide his features from the world but still appear attractive. His suit a bit different than his friend, his own of a more original brand and more noteworthy it didn't look like it had ever been worn before.

"Actually, I was looking for my date." Raito offered a false smile crossing his lips. This man was more original than he had believed. Maybe something interesting would really yield from this party after all. Even he was allowed to have his fun. "Maybe you've seen her, Misa? Really hyper and cheerful. She's a sweet girl." He forced a small laugh nearly rolling his eyes at the words.

The red haired man shook his head. "Of course you were. You don't look for someone staring directly at me." He sounded almost annoyed that Raito wouldn't admit to watching him. "If you're caught, you're caught. I'm not worried about it, Mello attracts a lot of attention. I knew that when he forced me to come here with him." A small light drifted up from the dark corner. Was he playing a game? If he was it was muted. "Don't worry about it. If you're looking for him he's inside. I doubt that he'll come outside looking for me unless he thinks I'm up to something."

Once again Raito nodded, "There's not much for you to get into around here."

He shrugged, "You'd be amazed. If I really wanted to I could. I would have been better off at home than around a bunch of people who want to do something with their lives. Leave me alone with a pack of cigarettes, a computer and a few video games. I'll make something out of those, trust me." The red head shook his head mumbling something dealing with the game Raito assumed he was playing under the mess of hair. "I have no intention of talking to any of these people. Most of them are better off gone anyway."

"Mafia Members."
"Corrupt police officials."

"Dirty celebrities looking to up themselves more."

"The police chiefs son." The red head suddenly offered standing up and flashing a bright smile. Raito felt his heart flutter suddenly. It almost made him jump. "Yea, I know exactly who you are. You can't have a face like that and me not remember it." He shrugged pushing the game back into his pocket. "Raito Yagami? Amirite?"

Raito smirked, "You think so? Really?"

He nodded. "Yarly." He tapped the side of his head with his finger. "Photographic memory. I don't not remember something unless it's beaten out of me." He shrugged slightly glancing down at a cell phone.

"It's rude for you to tell me my name and not your own. Or is it that you have something to hide from the police chiefs son?" He shot back at the red head shrugged. "Is that a yes?"

"Everyone has something to hide in one way or another Mr. Yagami. My name's Matt, just Matt. Definitely not Matthew, just Matt." He placed the phone back in his pocket also. It almost made Raito want to see what else happened to be in that pocket of his. "You probably do unless you pet everything personal in your life out into the light.

The brown haired man smiled, 'It depends on who you ask actually."

"Dammit Matt, take those goggles off they're rude." The blond man was back interrupting their conversation. "It's a seven minute walk to the car do you think you can deal without them on for that long?" Mello had both his hands in his pockets looking surprisingly dashing. "Tell your friend goodbye Matty, I've done all I need for tonight."

"Matty?" Raito tested the words before smiling to himself. He glanced back just fast enough to catch the removal of the goggles and those beautifully bright, nearly florescent emerald green eyes. They flashed upward only for a few seconds before his head dropped hiding everything Raito wished to see more of. The man was beautiful, that mind. Those eyes. His face. Everything.

The red head shrugged, "It depends on who you ask actually." The man shot back strolling past him to the blond waiting for him. "Goodnight Raito Yagami. Enjoy the rest of your party." He held up a hand in goodbye. Raito couldn't help but smirk that the look Mello shot towards him before following slowly behind the man. The glance had said it all, 'mine'. They were a couple. A couple he wasn't too fond of suddenly. How unfortunate.

He had replayed that night so many times in his mind since then. Each time he became more and more fond of the redhead. He was elegant and yet reserved. There was just something about him that each time Raito thought of possessing him it sent shivers down his spine. He glanced at the calendar across the room. Matt had two weeks to calm himself and get used to his environment. If he didn't then Raito would have to be forced to do things his way. He grinned at the thought swirling the red wine in his glass. Of course his way was so much more fun.

"Raito!" Misa's voice came from the door as he sighed. "That boy is talking in his sleep. Why don't you just let him go? He doesn't want to be here. Besides if you stay here you're not being productive in that Kira case."

A snarl ripped through Raito's throat as he tossed the wine glass against the wall listening to it shatter. "Misa you're free to leave if you want. All I have to ask of you is that you keep your mouth closed." He stood jerking the door open glaring her deep in the eyes. "I won't allow anyone to come between Matt and myself. No one. Not you. Not Mello. Not God himself will come between us because I am God. I am God! I am Kira!" He released deep laughter that nearly made him shake. He didn't even notice Misa fleeing down the hallway.

"Mello I can tell you believe this is serious business." Roger took his time pouring the tea into the cup in front of himself and Mello before he continued to speak. "There as you said there is no proof that Matt was taken against his own free will. Without that there is no way that we can help you. Maybe he just wants to separate himself from you, which I must say it is about time. Anne has been striving to get you two away from each other for years. It is what is best after psychoanalyzing the both of you being around you does not do well for Matt's inferiority complex."

Mello didn't touch his tea. "Did you not hear me old man? I didn't come all the way here to hear your bullshit about how Matt ran away because he didn't. Dammit there was a phone call. Someone kidnapped Matt." He glared across the table, "And if you don't agree to help me get him back without contacting Near I'm going to go into a rage so large no one will be able to calm me down. Not Anne, not you and not even these damn Wammy house kids who are "learning" in this place." He quoted with his fingers. "So help me Roger if you want an early I'd be happy to provide you with one."

The man cleared his throat, "That as it may be if you do we will simply have you restrained."

Mello smirked, "You're going to need an army. Good luck with that."

Roger sighed, "Okay Mello. You have the help of Wammy house in retrieving Matt."

Mello nodded, "Good because if my hunch is correct we're going to need all the help we can get."

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