Note: Ok, this new chapter has moved my whole story to the M ratings, so I just have to accept it and go on. It's no secret, actually, that the story was to be moved here, it was coming slowly...But I have to inform you that I don't know how to write M's, I'm completely inexperienced and I don't know how to write smuts. (Oh, I'll learn, but I still don't need this here...Yet)
So, please read...and tell me what you think. Officially it's my first M...
Leather and a Gun
Mello POV
"Wake up, whore."
I opened my eyes to the sadden sound of that hard voice and something moved in me. I blinked once and I tried to focus my vision to the person that was calling me. Oh yes, he was calling me...
"What is it now?" I asked and then hissed at the foot that was hardly shoved between my ribs. Yeah, I forgot I had to be so kind to the man that had used my body like a trash can some minutes ago...
"Shut the Hell, bitch! Now, stand up before I blow your brains out!" the man yelled and I stood up shakily for the sake of my life. My lower back hurt like Hell, my frond was full of scratches and when I tried to carefully stretch my gels, a piercing pain told me that my knee was almost broken. 'Crap' I thought and grimaced as I stood on my legs despite the pain. I knew from previous times that if I said anything I would be graded with more punches.
"Now, kneel down." the man ordered with a lusty voice and I felt my blood freezing within me. Again? Again?
"Yes sir..." I whispered and the man smirked despite the fear in my voice.
I knelt down in frond of him and another pain reminded me of what that man was doing earlier inside of me. I felt some droplets of blood running down my things and I shut my eyes close. I didn't want to see that. I had done it so many times I knew the movements by heart by now.
"Uh..." the man moaned and I closed my eyes more tightly and I hoped I could use my hands to cover my ears and move my body and go away and-
Something bitter filled my mouth and stopped me from breathing. I coughed and the insides of my mouth spilled in the old carpet underneath my knees. A kick cut my coughing and threw me on the floor, trembling and shaking from disguise and fear of what was to come.
"You're a little, dirty bitch, huh? Let's see now, what else can you be useful for?" The cruel words sunk in my head each one like a knife. I felt a hand grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling. That man was pulling me now up from my head! How I wanted to scream...
"...Tsk...Completely spent..." he laughed and let me fall down on my knees again. My body couldn't support me anymore and I fell down. My eye level was same to his feet now, and I heard him mumbling something like "useless now" and then his laugh again. He knelt in front of me then and bowed his head to face me. "I'll come back in two days again..." he said with a smirk and pated my head. To me this was more like a threat than a promise. It made me shiver...
The door opened and closed, and I was left alone in the darkness. The small room was filled with that man's scent, the one of sex and sweat I was used to hate by now. It only meant more pain for me.
"...Matt..." I sniffed and curled my body so that my legs where on my chest and I hugged them with my shaky arms. My own scent disguised me: I smelled like a whore.
'...Matt...Why did I left you...?' Why did I have to pass two months of my life suffering to find out that all I needed was to be with Matt, wherever we could be together? Why did I have to give this man all I had, all I wanted Matt to have first?
On the first place, why had I joined the Mafia that night? It was the biggest mistake of my life, after leaving Matt...
-Flashback-
Two months ago
My steps had brought me to a small, underground building. A woman, obviously one working as a whore for them, had told me how to get there after laughing at me and my young age. But there I was, wasn't I?
I stepped in with a guard by my side and a weird, old smell welcomed me. The smell od death, sweat, sex and sins. My hand flied automatically to my rosary and held it tightly. The guard next to me saw my move and his lips curled in a lopsided grin. A low hum was heard from his chest, full of tattoos and piercings. "So" he said "what would a kid like you want here?" he mocked and I clenched my fist around my cross.
"Work" I said and the man grinned, scanning my body from head to toe.
"Hell yeah..." he muttered but I didn't mind it then. Big mistake, as it proved...
The tattooed man opened a low wooden door, old and smelly as everything was there, and we stepped inside, he with his head bowed and me with my eyes scanning the place.
"What this kid wants here?" a hard voice asked and my eyes turned to that direction. I gasped as I was suddenly staring at the most intimidating man I'd ever met. Tall, muscular, with long dark brown hair and a pair of piercing grey eyes, his arms crossed on his broad chest...
"I need the job." I said, and I was secretly happy my voice didn't sound shaky from my fear.
The man (well he was the leader of the Mafia...) dragged his gaze up and down my body and face. He was examining me, I didn't know what for. He seemed to enjoy my sight. And then he stopped at my eyes. Now the test, the difficult part... If I lose there, I would be kicked out. I froze my eyes and made them seem empty of all emotion as I glared back at him with all the force I had. I saw a light of annoyance and another one of surprise pass quickly from his face, then acceptance.
"Hah. The boy has guts." he finally said and everybody relaxed in the small room. Now that I had some time, I pointed three other men there, all holding guns by the side of the Mafia Boss.
"So, what do I do now?" I asked, hoping to be given something. I had no time to lose, and I had already lost four days to get to Japan after stealing some money the day I run away from Wammy's. Guilt? No, no such word in my dictionary...
"Now...now, boy, you'll work for us." the Boss smirked and the men followed. The one next to me, the guard, gave me another lopsided grin like before. The Boss nodded to him and ordered him to take me to a room 'at the back', as he said. I should have know better than to follow him in that damn room, but I was so sure I 'd been given work to do, and I so needed money...All these made me arrogant and impatient.
So when the man man (I later learnt that his name was Carlos) led me to that room and offered me a seat at the old couch placed in the middle of the room and a cup of beer to celebrate my entering the Mafia, I happy accepted the treat and believed I'd be soon working by his side as a partner.
But the next day found me tied on that couch with ropes, a gag in my mouth and Carlos pounding in me with a rhythm that soon made me bleed and scream from pain and fear...
That changed my mind for sure...
-End of flashback-
'Sometimes...sometimes I really how I had followed Near, no matter how ugly it seemed then...It'd be better than this now...Anything would be better than this...'.
I placed my hands on the dirty carpet and pushed my body up as gentler as I could, but the pain was too much. I brushed my hand against the skin of my bruised thighs and then brought it close to my face. Blood was staining it and I hissed in pain. I was bleeding again. "After two months?" I whispered in fear and tried to wipe my hand on the carpet as better as I could.
Two months..almost every day the same, and not always with the same person. But only men. Men filled with hormones and anger that didn't know how to hold back. Men that wanted just to come inside the broken body of a teen screaming beneath them. It made them happy like this... Hard, rough and quick...
Some tears slipped from my eyes and I wiped them away with my blood-soaked hand. Great, I'd have blood now on my face along with the dirt and sweat...
"...Matt..."
Matt had my first kiss...I wanted him to have everything of me, him and no one else. Matt belonged to me and I belonged to him. But now...Now I had nothing to give to him, supposing I would survive to see him ever again.
'No! I have to see him again! I have to, I have to see Matt again! Even if this means I'll die trying, I have to try!' . I clenched my fists and stared at the rosary huging from my neck. They had allowed me to keep that on, thinking it was sexy to fuck some religious kid.
My anger almost blinded me at the thought. What had they done to me? Where was I? Who was I? Matt would be ashamed for me...
"Damn it! I have to do something!" I whispered and sat up despite the hard pain. Somewhere there would be a pair of jeans right? And a blouse, hopefully. I had to get dressed and clean myself, and then I would see what I could do. When I entered the Mafia I had a plan, right? I had a plan! I wanted to be the leader of the Mafia myself, right? Yes, that's right.
"Think Mello, think!" I pushed myself to act. I moved my legs, one step after the other. "Walk!" My knee folded and I fell down.
"Damn it!" I hissed and bit my lower lip. I tasted my own blood on my tongue. "Stand up!" I ordered myself again and I pushed my body up. I tried not to stand on my sore, almost broken leg. I almost fell again, but the nearest wall saved me this time.
"That's it, keep going...keep going damn it..." I felt dazed. God, when was the last time they had given me food? Days ago, maybe more...
I coughed a shine with the corned of my eye and instantly moved there. Something long and shiny was thrown in the corner of the room, and when I got closer I saw it was pants. Leather pants. No way. No fuckin' way!
But, on the other hand, staying bear naked for that man to come again? 'Fuck yes' and I picked the piece of clothing from the dirty floor. Tough, clingy leather...
"Now...bathroom..." I mumbled and bit my lips again so as not to cry out. The pressure on my knee was unbearable. But, if I remembered well, there was a small bathroom on the other side of the room. They were bringing me there to pee before and after their "actions".
"Yes. Bathroom." I said again and took a deep breath. One step, then another. One step, then another... I was close. One more step and-
"Gotcha!" I whispered and opened the door. The small bathroom was smelly like the whole underground building, no better than my room, but I hoped there was water in there. A plan was already starting to form in my mind, blurry and with no focus, but I could work with the details after I was clean and fresh. As fresh as I could be in a place like this, anyway...
"Hell, it's cold..." I hissed again as the frozen water fell on my bruised skin and scratched face. It hurt a lot, but as the time passed I could feel a numb feeling spreading over my body, and I decided that feeling nothing is better than feeling everything of that pain.
There was no soap, so I just worked with my hands and the cold water to clean my body and hair as better as I could. My hands caressed the pulsating skin of my back and butt and wiped the blood away. The skin was hot under my touch and I gritted my teeth in anger. I hoped it would heal after some time.
When my hand touched my knee I scowled. No, it wasn't completely broken if I knew some anatomy, but if I pushed it harder than this touch it would break...and send me kneel again. I wouldn't kneel from now on...Really, who was I all this time? Not Mello, I believe. I had become a doll in their hands, a puppy they used to set their anger and needs on.
"Not anymore..." I promised and closed my eyes as I had done so many times before. But now I did what I really wanted to have done: I prayed to God and Hail Mary for help...With the cross, wet from the water, in my hand and with Matt's picture clear in my mind I used the same words my mother used to pray with when we were together.
Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiae,(Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy,)
vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.(our life, our sweetness and our hope)
Ad te clamamus
exsules filii Evae,(To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve;)
ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle.(to thee do we send up our sighs,
Mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.)
My mind failed me...
'Mother, I wish I could pray like you could, I wish I could sing like you used to sing to me to sleep... 'That prayer was meant to give me strength, but I felt so weak I couldn't think.
'Wake up, Mello.' I yelled to myself and turned the water off. I was freezing.
"Damn..." I choked and grabbed a towel near the bathtub. It was filthy, and maybe before many years it was white and soft, but now it was almost black from the mug and sweat. "Nothing better than this, I suppose..." and I wiped my body quicly and as less as I could.
Protectively stepping out of the tub, I recollected the leather pants from the floor. 'Leather...All right...' I thought and slipped my legs in. I thought it would stick to my wet body, but surprisingly it didn't. It clung on my legs like it was meant for me. The shiny leather was wrapped around my thighs like a second skin, and I felt it suited me. But that was the last thing I cared about.
I was ready to step out of the bathroom when another glimpse caught my sight. I turned and my eyes me a mirror. My eyes glared back from the other side and I smirked. My hair had grown a little and was now caressing my shoulders, blond and straight. Bangs were falling in my eyes, empty holes on my face, dark blue and deep like doors to Hell.
The thought made me smirk. I was...well, scary. 'That's why they don't want to face me while doing their things to me, huh? They're afraid of my eyes...' I thought, and the plan was eventually clear in my mind.
"Oh yeah...welcome to Hell..." I muttered and turned my back to my reflection in the old, dirty mirror. It was time for me to become who I was meant to be.
...
Two days later
Carlos came in with a confident smile on his lips and called my name loudly, believing I was hiding in some dark, dirty corner of the room. What he didn't expect was dressed in leather teen right in frond of him, smiling viciously at his face. He stepped back and I throw him a look that would have made even me back, and I took a step forward.
"Hello Carlos. Long time no see..." I smiled and I saw his fear shining in his eyes. That's why he always took me with my back turned to him... What a coward.
But now I knew.
I took another step closer to him and his back touched the wall. He seemed panicked. "What the Hel are you doing, Mello?" he tried to make his voice steady to threaten me. Poor try, indeed...
"What do you mean? Is it so bad to welcome you after two very long days?" I asked him, the sarcasm obvious in my voice. He gulped, and I fixed my gaze on him with all the power I could master.
"Back off, whore." he told me with a shaky voice, and I laughed.
"Whore? Let's see who the whore here is, Carlos..." I hissed and grabbed his gun from his belt. Carlos pressed more into the wall in fear.
"Put this down, damn it!" he told me as he saw me playing with the trigger in awe. A black, shiny 9 m.m...What a beautiful gun...
"No...I'd rather not.." I said cutely and starched my arms. I was shorter than him being only fifteen years old and him almost twenty, but that difference didn't make it easier for him. Having the gun -his gun- I had the upper hand. And I liked it.
"Mell-"
I shot. A bullet right in the middle of his forehead was enough to make his body collapse and fall right in front of me.
My first murder...And by no means the last one.
...
Today...Four months later
"Boss..."
"What is it?"
"We've heard something new about this Kira investigation"
"Tell me"
"There's somebody called 'N' out there who's running the whole thing along with the SPK. That's all we know for now, but we're keeping contact with th-"
"That's enough for now."
"Uh...But Bos-"
"I said it's enough for now. You did good."
"Thank you, Boss."
"Off you go..."
The door closed and I smirked, snapping a piece from my chocolate. Oh I was close...I could feel I was close, and all I had to do was stretch my hand and grab the victory.
Four months. Just four months and the Japanese Mafia was something new. New guys, loyal to me and nobody else. Me, a fifteen year-old boy. Men around the age of twenty that couldn't take a second look at me without gulping, without gasping, without their hearts beating faster.
Guys who had guts. If I told them to go eat flames, they would. Because I was the Boss and they knew it. Because they would be sent flying with one word of mine. Because they would be dead if I wished...
It wasn't difficult...not at all. After you shoot once, you can do it again. The fist dozens of times are hard. After those, your hand automatically finds the trigger; your brain doesn't even register the move of your finger.
It was easy to shoot all the guards and then head to the room and take one last look at the so called Mafia Boss before I planted a bullet in his skull. He had screamed soundlessly and he had collapsed on his couch, trapping the whore he was riding underneath him.
I let the poor girl recollect her clothes and go. I swear she had sent me a thankful glare before exiting the small, smelly place. Sparing a second look at the bloody figure on the couch, I had saved that girl...She was around my age, maybe a year or so older than me. Blonde...She reminded me myself...
And then the Mafia needed new guys. Soon none of the elder members were left, and new guys started to come, one by one or together. Some young, some older, but all with the same purpose: money, death and girls... I didn't mind the reason; I just needed something to start with. And those guys were the best I could get. Really...
Oh, and I? My team, my Mafia might have been the most energetic team in Japan the first three and a half months, but the Boss is never left unknown. To the underground world I was M, thought my minions never dared to call me this. For them I was The Boos. Something like The Godfather, but more young and even more willing to act. I had a motivation, after all...
Now, sitting at my bright new leather couch, dressed in mat leather pants and a leather vest, I was calculating the days. One hundred twenty six...
'Not bad...M did it well this time...'
Some jobs at banks, some pressure by the gentle caress of an icy gun on your temple and everything would work just fine!
"This new one, though...It won't be easy..." . SPK huh? I had to have expected them to co-operate with the government. And of course there was that mysterious guy running the whole investigation like in every shitty film I knew so far. The shady guy that was the link to everything, the source of every info, the leader.
Something like what L used to be some months ago.
But...Hell, it was obvious...
"...N?" I huffed and stared at the melting chocolate between my fingers. " You haven't change a bit...Near."
...All right, this is it(a little short, maybe, but oh well...^^). Did you like it? Oh, give me something to think about while I write my next little chapter! W-W Pleeeease?
'Till my next chap
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