A/N: I have an essay tonight that will be the death of me, so this chapter's going up now so I won't have to bother with it later.
Seems y'all were pretty scandalized by the conclusion of that last chapter. I have to admit I was too, when I first wrote it. Thanks to dull spork, MiaoShou, MidnightInDecember, Noxie, Twisted Artistic Genius, lul wut?, CelestialAngel, flamablechoklit, Bluemoon4Sphinx, WithABunny, and Aisu Isme for your reviews!
WithABunny won the number two chapter challenge for last week: the play was Much Ado about Nothing. No one got the other challenge. The line from Tootsie was "You slut." Heh. I guess that could be a line from a lot of other things, too. Anyway, Tootsie is an excellent movie which you should all see. On that note, Sydney Pollack, its director, just passed away, so I'm going to take a moment to sob. -sobs-
This chapter's challenge is a silly one: Which word does Matt use in this chapter (it isn't inappropriate or anything, just goofy and really, really dorky) which you should never, ever use in conversation?
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's got some pretty crazy stuff. And by crazy I don't mean "Light kissing Mello." Euch. Springing that on you guys once was difficult enough. I mean some crazy gadgets and martial arts.
Although if you like crazy, I posted a fic involving B and Light, (called Haunted) so if you like them, feel free to take a look. (end shameless self promotion)
Ta!
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7 – The Name's Bond
When Mello dropped the camera earring, Matt didn't think it was too much of a big deal. He'd still be able to hear everything that went on between Mello and Kira, and it looked as if the evening was going to be over soon.
When Mello got captured, Matt began to panic a little.
He forced himself to outwardly remain calm while running over his options. If he ran to where Yagami had taken Mello, chances were they wouldn't be there anymore. He might be able to find them, though. If there was a door…or anything…Who knew what Yagami would do to Mello now? The more time he wasted—
He had to try. As he started towards the corner where he'd last seen Yagami go, he felt someone's hand on his sleeve and turned around.
"Hiya, stranger," said Mary-Sue, looking and sounding a little tipsy. "Where you heading off to so fast?"
"Umm…" Matt thought of something which sounded reasonable. "Bathroom. I'll be back…don't wait up…"
He ran off towards the corner, ignoring Mary-Sue, who was calling "But the bathrooms are the other way, Marty!" and staggering a few steps after him. Okay, fine. So the bathrooms were the other way. It wasn't as if he planned on ever seeing her again, anyway. Let her think what she wanted.
He shook her off easily, and then ran again towards that corner. Turning around the column, he saw just what he was looking for: a door. He jiggled the handle—it wasn't locked. Cautiously, he opened it.
Matt found himself staring down a long hallway with many, many different doors. Shit. No reason to panic, though. He had prepared just for a situation like this.
He drew his sunglasses out of his breast pocket. If Mello could see him now, he'd probably laugh at him. Sunglasses indoors, Matt? What the hell? But the truth of it was, the sunglasses were a substitute for his goggles, and even Mello didn't know Matt's real reason for wearing those goggles. He'd modified them a couple of years ago, installing a super-smart computer chip, complete with GPS and a targeting device many other useful features. When he looked through the lenses, he could, by pressing tiny buttons on the side, access almost any information he wanted, play online games, check Facebook, even. And since the goggles were much too informal for a party like this, he'd transferred the chip to his sunglasses.
Putting them on, he pressed a miniscule black button on the side. The computer instantly drew up the floor plan of the building. Most of the doors in this hallway, it showed, opened up to small conference rooms, but the one on the end led to another hallway. Matt pushed another button and the diagram disappeared. Mello's GPS tracker had been in the right earring—the one which had fallen off—but it was pretty safe to say that since this hallway was deserted, Yagami and Mello probably weren't in there. Yagami would be smart enough to post some security in case Matt tried to break in.
He ran to the end of the hallway, turned the knob on the door, started to run through the new hallway, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
In the middle of the hallway stood Mary-Sue, her hands on her hips.
"I though you were looking for the bathroom," she said, much more sober, and Matt realized that she had never actually been drunk at all. "But now I find that you're running off after some other girl." She took a step toward him. "How is that supposed to make me feel, Matty? How?"
"Um," Matt said, momentarily stunned. "How'd you get back here so quickly? I didn't want you to…did you just call me Matty?"
"Yes, I did." She stepped forward again. "It's your name, isn't it, Matt? If you're looking for Mello, you've still got awhile to go before you see her—oh, wait." She put a finger to her lips. "Him, isn't it? I'm supposed to make sure you don't get to him."
"Oh, hell no." Matt took a step backwards, pressing another button on the side of his glasses. "You were working for him the entire time, weren't you? For Kira?"
Mary-Sue smiled. "Bingo, cutie. And he doesn't want you getting to your little blond boyfriend anytime soon."
"Err. In my defense, he's not actually my…" She was coming closer. Dammit. He knew he should have brought a real gun with him. He only had a stun gun; Mello had the real thing because he was the only one who would need to actually shoot someone. Now, if he could just get it out without provoking her. She couldn't have a gun. It would be impossible. In that dress? "Look, I'm sorry for abandoning you. I'll make it up to you some other time."
"Oh, sorry, honey," Mary-Sue said. "There won't be a next time. You made a big mistake."
Slowly…his hand was in his jacket, he could almost feel the gun… "What's that?" he asked.
She kicked off her shoes and charged towards him. "You don't ditch a girl who's a fourth-degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do."
DUCK, his glasses flashed, so he ducked, just in time to avoid a crescent kick to the head.
GO RIGHT. He darted to the right, momentarily out of range. Knew these things would come in handy someday, he thought. Let Mello laugh. Right now, his sunglasses were the only things keeping him safe from a martial arts mistress with an attitude.
JUMP, and he jumped to avoid a low kick which would have knocked him off his feet. She aimed a couple of punches, but with a BLOCK LEFT, BLOCK RIGHT he managed to avoid them. She kept coming at him, seeming a little more impressed each time he avoided her. Thank God for technology.
"You're better than I thought," she said, as he dodged an uppercut.
"It's part of the job description," he replied, trying his hand at throwing a punch, which she blocked easily. Of course. He wasn't that strong on his own. He should know better than to try. JUMP LEFT. "Everyone thinks Mello gets to have all the fun, being generally badass, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve, too."
"Does 'being generally badass' mean strutting around in high-heels?" Mary-Sue asked, feeling snarky.
"Oh, no," Matt said, strategically ducking again, this time to avoid a tornado kick. "You just—caught him on a bad day. I mean, you must have heard about all of those corrupt politicians who were assassinated?" BLOCK. "Totally Mello."
"Wouldn't know it by looking at him."
"Chose the wrong day to look at him, then."
Mary-Sue smiled, and Matt's glasses saw an opening. GRAB WRIST, they said, and Matt grabbed her wrist as she was pulling back from a punch. NOW FLIP OVER, they flashed. Flip over? How the hell…? FLIP HER OVER.
Matt tried. He'd never actually done something like that before, but he'd seen Mello do it, so Matt copied him and was surprised at how well it worked. Mary-Sue went flying, landing with a thunk on the cold stone floor. Matt finally drew his gun and pointed it at her. He couldn't kill her, but she didn't know that. She rubbed her head, dazed.
"What…?" she asked. "How…?"
"The name's Bond," Matt said, even though it wasn't. "Matt Bond. And you just got pwned."
He shot her, and she lay still.
"Woah." Matt had never done anything quite like that before. That was Mello's job. He felt utterly exhausted, and leaned back against a column to catch his breath. It looked so much simpler in movies. Boy, was he going to be sore tomorrow.
No. He had to find Mello. He had been wasting too much time. Drawing a deep breath, he switched the mode on his glasses and took off running again.
He must have sprinted through five or six hallways before he saw them. Security guards. And a hell of a lot of them, eight or ten. Matt was willing to bet they weren't just here on their coffee break.
He was right. They were all standing around one door, on the alert for intruders. Matt hid behind a column and looked out cautiously. After a minute or so, the door opened, and the guards shuffled aside to allow…Yagami to step out into the middle of the hallway. Matt gritted his teeth. Mello must be inside.
Yagami then did something very curious. He pulled the knob on the side of his very expensive-looking watch four times, and then leaned over and spoke into it. "Yes, yes, I've apprehended him."
He held the watch to his ear and listened. Huh, walkie-talkie watch, Matt thought. I'll have to remember that one.
"No, Teru, that won't be necessary." Yagami smirked. "I think I can handle him myself. I'd like to have a little talk with him." He listened again. "Alright. Come as soon as you can. The other one's still on the loose."
He pressed the same knob on his watch, nodded to the guards, and retreated back into the room. The guards fell into formation behind him.
Well, shit. Now what was Matt going to do? He leaned back against the column and tried to think. Even with his glasses, he couldn't take on ten well-trained security guards; he'd be no use to anyone if he was dead. He and Mello together might have been able to, but Mello was in there, and Matt was out here, and he had no backup…
Oh, wait. Yes, he did.
Matt had kept a certain number on his cell phone, just in case. Mello was going to kill him for calling, but…it would save both of their sorry asses. He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear.
"Hello," he said softly. "Yeah, it's me, M2. I know it's been awhile, but listen. M and I went to Kira's party tonight, to…you know, but there have been some complications and M's been—" He stopped and listened. "You thought we'd try something like that? Really?" He listened again. "95 percent, huh? That high? Well, look. Kira's cornered right now, and we could get to him really easily if you'd bring us some backup. Yeah, I know M wouldn't be able to kill him with you guys around, but right now the most important thing to me is getting him out of there." He listened to the response. "You knew that, too? Okay. And you're right nearby. Yeah. You can track my location through the GPS. Alright. See you then. I'll wait."
He hung up, and, anxiously, waited.
What? Who's coming? And WHY DON'T WE FIND OUT WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MELLO?
Oops.
Also, I fully support James Bond!Matt. Completely. Computer nerds ftw.
See you Friday!
