Chappy 9!
Shout out to the Guest and BB'sTwin for reviewing! Thank you so much for your support, and I hope I don't disappoint :D
Anyways, not much to say other than sorry it's a day late! R AND R Please! :D
Warning: Slightly graphic. This fic is rated mature though, so if you choose to read this, you should be prepared for graphic scenes, as they'll be happening much more in the future.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note unfortunately.
I love bikes.
~Nana's P.O.V~
"So…can you remind me exactly why I need all of this again?" I asked pointedly towards Matt. He stopped typing at his computer for a moment and looked over his shoulder towards me.
"It's just in case something goes…wrong." He replied very matter-of-factly.
I groaned inwardly and stared at the new items I adorned.
First, there was the watch. It was normal enough, and I actually really liked watches. It wasn't meant to tell time however; it was a transmitter. All I had to do was push a button on the side and then BAM! Everyone would know where I was in case some crazy shit went down. Next, there was a bra that was chain-link on the inside, in case something went awry. After that, some more came.
...like the garter belt Mello gave to me. It had some weird nano-technology inside it that made it so I couldn't be touched anywhere down 'there.' He tried to give me a matching thong that he had 'made especially' for it, but there was NO way in hell I was going to wear that. As far as I knew, it was bugged.
Matt then finished me off with a laser pen, just in case.
"Ok, well, are you guys done? I kind of just want to get whatever this is over with as soon as possible." I grumbled towards Matt. He nodded my way and then towards Mello.
"Ready, Mel's?" Matt asked. Mello smirked at this, simply nodding his head.
"Let's fucking go." He replied, cocking the gun in his hand.
Wait.
The gun in his hand?
Mello had a gun?
A FUCKING GUN!?
HELL FUCKING NO
"Why the hell do you have a gun, Mello?!" I yelled in his direction. He stared at me quizzically for a moment, his smirk falling.
It was back within the moment however, and he shoved the gun in his back pocket.
"You know, to shoot people with? Isn't that the point?" He stated, his smirk growing even larger as he realized how uncomfortable I was about it.
"Why? Are we going to be…going to be…"
"Killing people?" Matt then interrupted, his attention fully on me now.
"No. However, some of the people we…deal with are rather difficult, and it's just a safety precaution. Don't worry so much, Nana. Mel's and I are both registered users of many types of firearms, as you will be soon. It's just expected." He finished while turning back to his work.
I stared at the back of his head rather dumbfounded until I turned back to Mello, arms crossed.
"You better not point that thing anywhere towards me. Scratch that; anywhere around me." I growled at him, brow twitching.
He crossed his arms as well and just snorted at my response.
"Yeah, I don't think you'll be saying that when someone points a gun to your head, Nana." He jeered at me. It was actually the first time I had heard him say my name. Well, my alias anyways.
"Don't be a fucking baby about it is all." He then finished.
I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"Whatever jerk. Don't get pissed at me if you shoot yourself or something." I grunted. He smirked at this, dropping his arms to his sides.
Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me, my chin in his hands.
"Don't worry; I won't be the one getting shot. The assholes will be. And you know what? I'll even do you a favor and protect you from them." He quietly said, his face hovering over mine.
"Uh, no thanks. I'll figure it out myself when the time comes to it." I replied in a rather monotone voice. I waved off his advance and walked towards Matt.
"So…we going then?" I asked, leaning against the chair he sat in. I stared at the screen in front of both of us, trying to catch a peak.
He closed it quickly though, and stood up.
"Yeah, let's go. Mel's, grab the van and pull it around the corner." Matt stated very seriously.
It was going to be a long day.
"You guys do this a lot?" I asked while staring at the clock in front of me. It was nearly 9 at night and we'd be at this ALL FUCKING DAY.
I looked over at the both of them and away from the clock knowing that I was going to drive myself crazy if I continued to stare at it.
Mello was lying down in the passenger seat, his feet up on the dashboard lazily as he just polished his gun.
Matt sat normally in the driver's seat, although I could tell he was really into some game, so it was best not to bother him so much.
"It's a stakeout. Sometimes they take a fucking while. So either deal with it or get the fuck out." Mello sneered.
Ever since we left Wammy House, he'd been super jerkish to me.
And I mean more than usual.
"What the hell jammed itself up your ass?" I growled towards him from the back of the van.
Mello quickly sat up from his seat, and turned to me. A scowl was evident on his face.
Before he could say anything though, Matt shushed him and pulled out a pair of binoculars.
"There." He stated while pointing in front of us. Mello and I ignored each other for the time being and pulled out our binoculars as well.
I scanned the area to see a familiar figure in the distance; a man wearing a red hat, blue jacket, and sunglasses. He was tall; 6ft give or take. This was definitely the guy we were looking for.
"He even has the same marking on his face as the photo." I noted while looking down at some of the surveillance photos we had of this man. He was dressed differently each time, likely to hide his identity wherever he was just to be safe. He forgot one thing though: the teardrop below his left eye. It was small, but it was there.
"Alright. Let's go. You remember what you have to do Nana?" Matt asked me, not taking his eyes off the culprit.
I nodded.
"And you're sure you're OK with the role you play in this?" He then asked, turning towards me for a moment.
I sighed.
"He's a serial rapist, I know Matt. I know exactly what I have to do. You guys just make sure you do what you have to do." I stated seriously.
Matt nodded his head slowly.
"Ok, head out whenever you're ready. Mel's and I will be watching from afar. When you need us, you know what to do and we'll be there." Matt stated just as seriously.
Nodding, I sighed heavily, preparing myself for my task.
I just had to lure a rapist; no big deal.
…
I opened the door to the van and hopped out, making sure to tug the already short skirt down some.
"You're trying to lure him. You gotta make yourself look like a piece of meat." Mello stated lazily while looking over towards me from the window.
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah? Well I've never played a hooker before, so what more should I do? The clothes are not enough?" I huffed.
This time Mello rolled his eyes. He opened the door to the van and walked over towards me.
I glared at him, and he sighed. "It's for the fucking mission. Calm the fuck down and just let me do what I have to do. I know what guys like him like." He grumbled.
I nodded, but didn't lessen my glare by much.
Mello grabbed the hem of my tight skirt and pulled it farther up to the point that it was just covering my ass. He then pulled the tight sleeveless top I was wearing up some as well, so that my belly button was showing.
"Pull the shirt down in the front." He then stated.
I stared at him rather incredulously.
"This isn't enough?!" I hissed at him as loud as I could.
"I could do it if you want." He noted, slightly smirking now.
"Got it." I said while pulling the already low neckline of the shirt down lower so that a good portion of the red bra I was wearing was noticeable.
"You look like a dollar hooker now. Fucking perfect." Mello stated while fully smirking my way. I shoved pass him.
"Creep." I jeered at him while stomping off as well as I could in the 6 inch heels I was wearing.
I shook my head as I got farther from them.
"I've only known these asshole for a weak and I'm already doing stupid shit for them…" I mumbled to myself.
I continued to walk in the general direction of the culprit we were trying to capture, until I noticed that he looked in my direction.
Jackpot.
He then stopped and stared at me.
Unsure of what to do, I stopped as well.
This man was a rapist, sure. But he was also a murderer who killed all the women he raped.
…and I'd be the 13th victim if I did anything stupid.
I then smiled in his general direction, looking over to my right. There was an empty alley way next to me and I motioned towards it before walking down it myself.
For a moment, all I could hear was the clacking of my heels on the alley way ground.
It wasn't long until I heard gruff breathing as well, and I turned towards the direction of it.
"You're looking fucking fine, baby." The perpetrator stated. He then walked towards me until he was so close that I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
It took everything I could muster to not back the fuck away from him. Every nerve...every cell well telling me to run from this guy. My guts were nearly wrenching themselves at the position I was in at the moment.
I swallowed down my fears as best I could, and smirked at him. "Think so?" I replied as well as I could. It must not have seemed shaky or suspicious because the guy smirked at my response and grabbed my waist.
"Yeah…and you know what? I've love it if we could…hang out for a bit baby."
His breath was putrid as it rolled onto my face, but I couldn't break now.
I slowly crossed my arms around his neck and smirked up at him as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his little friend getting excited as he rubbed himself against my upper thigh.
"Sure thing, hun. I know a hotel that we can go to and since you're so sweet I can give you a good price-"
Before I knew it, I was being slammed against a cement wall and I felt nearly all my breath fly out of me.
"No. We're going to do what I want." The man stated gruffly. I gulped down slowly and nodded, trying my hardest not to seem frightened.
And it was pretty damn hard.
"S-Sure thing. What do you have in mind?" I managed out as best I could.
The man smirked down at me and began pulling my skirt up so that he could grab the bottom of my ass.
I growled inwardly, wishing he'd try just a little higher so that the 'present' Mello gave me would shock him.
"I want your body…I want all of it." He moaned quietly.
"I want all of you…" He finished.
I nodded slowly.
"Ok, hun. No problem. Anything you want." I stated. He then glared up at me, grabbing me by the throat.
"No! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I hate it when they talk!" He suddenly screamed at me, tightening his hold around my throat.
I could feel my breath slowly waning as he clamped harder and harder.
I needed to call Mello and Matt over here…I needed to.
I peered down at my watch and went to reach for the button, but suddenly, he let go of me.
"It's why I killed them." He stated, hovering over me.
My eyes widened and I could feel the sweat rolling down from my brow as I attempted to breathe in as much air as possible.
"And it's why I'll kill you, you stupid fucking bitch. All you women are the same." He grumbled lowly, more to himself than me it seemed.
He then began to pace back and forth in front of me, his head in his hands.
"Whores! All of you! You think that wearing a short skirt and showing your chest can make a man do anything! And you know what? Fucking know what?" He yelled, slamming himself into me as he spoke the last part.
"It works. It fucking works. I want to do things to you, girl. You made me this way! All of you did!" He screamed frantically.
I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest, my hands becoming clammier by the minute. I quickly looked towards both ends of the alley and saw nothing; no one.
I had to call them.
And I had to call them now.
Reaching towards the watch, I pushed the button as fast as I could.
The culprit noticed though, or at least he noticed something.
"What the fuck is that?" He snarled towards me while painfully grabbing my wrist.
I flinched and instinctively tried to pull away.
However, he was much bigger and stronger than me, and it didn't work.
It actually made him quite mad.
Because the next thing I know, I'm being slammed against the wall…again.
I could feel myself begin to slump down towards the ground, but I was able to hold myself up halfway.
I held my head in my hands for a moment, as it had banged off the wall when he slammed me into it and it fucking hurt.
Somehow though, somehow I managed to smirk up at him in my frightened and pained state.
"It's a transmitter. They're coming for you now. And they'll do much worse to you than what you could ever do to me." I hissed at him.
His eyes widened for a moment before he began to glare at me hatefully.
"No one's caught me yet, bitch. I'll fucking kill you!" He nearly roared.
He began to throw himself towards me once more, hands outstretched towards my throat.
My body began to tense up, and I rolled over to the side, nearly evading him.
"So you like to run, huh?" He growled.
"I love runners. Make it more fun." He then laughed.
I stared at him, mouth agape.
"The fuck happened to you to make you this way? Your daddy touch you as a kid or something? Didn't get enough fucking happy meals?" I then heard.
It was a voice I couldn't forget.
"Mello?" I asked, suddenly feeling a hand on my waste.
He peered down at me, a frown on his face.
"Sorry we're a little late. The transmission fucked up." He said rather sincerely.
"Uh…it's fine? It must have been when he slammed me against the wall…" I managed to drawl out.
His face suddenly contorted into anger and he moved away from my side, running over towards the culprit.
From then on out, everything was a bit of a blur. I could feel myself becoming slightly light-headed from my encounter and I couldn't really make out much. All I knew was that Mello was angry, and he was surely beating the shit out the guy.
Suddenly, a gun-shot rang in the air, and it was as if all my senses were suddenly heightened.
"Mello?" I asked.
"Shit!" I heard someone growl. I then heard a loud smack, and suddenly it was quiet.
"…Mello?" I asked again. I walked over towards him to see him hovering over the culprit. There was blood; A LOT of blood.
"Is that…is he…?" I managed to mumble out.
Mello shook his head while wiping his brow, his gun in his hand.
"No. I knocked him out. Motherfucker managed to get a hold of my gun for a second though, and shot me in the fucking arm." He growled.
He then stood, holding his right arm as best he could after he pocketed his gun.
"Fuck…" He hissed.
"I've been shot multiple times before…but you never get used to the fucking pain." He managed through ragged breaths.
I nodded, unsure of how to respond.
It was quiet between the both of us for a moment before I heard the screech of wheels behind me.
I turned to see Matt's surveillance van as he pulled up towards us.
Parking the car, he hopped out, cuffs in hand.
"Nana, are you ok?" He asked frantically, giving me a one over. I nodded and turned to Mello.
"He isn't." I said softly.
Matt stared in Mello's direction, sighing.
"Jeez man, you've gotta be more careful Mel's." He mumbled. Mello simple nodded at this, and Matt walked over to the culprit, kneeling next to him.
He flipped the guy over so he could cuff him – and surprisingly – picked him up all by himself, throwing him in the backseat of the van.
Matt dusted his hands off and sighed.
"Can you still ride Mel's?" He suddenly asked.
"I'd rather just take him straight to the department for questioning. They've been trying to find this guy for a long time." He finished.
Mello nodded and fished through his pants pocket for a moment. He then pulled out a single key.
"Yeah, that's fine. You do what you have to do, and I'll take her with me back to Wammy house." He stated while taking in my dreary form as well as the still-bleeding hole in his arm.
"Ride what?" I then asked, finding my voice again. I then shivered, finally noticing how cold it was outside.
…and it didn't really help that I was wearing next to nothing.
Mello walked up to the van for a moment, and pulled something out from the front seat.
"Here." He said, throwing something dark my way. I caught whatever it was and noticed that it was his leather coat that he had brought along.
I was wondering where it went.
"Put that on and let's go. Cops are probably on their way from hearing that gunshot. We don't have a lot of fucking time."
He then started walking in the opposite direction of Matt and I.
I looked towards Matt, unsure of what to do. He just nodded in Mello's direction and gave me a slight smile.
Sighing, I followed behind Mello and quickly caught up from him.
"So how are we getting back home again?" I asked, clutching the large leather jacket around my sides as tightly as I could. It smelled musky…and like chocolate. It was definitely Mello's.
"With this." He simple replied as we turned a corner.
In front of me stood a sleek black crotch rocket.
…or a motorcycle. Whichever you preferred.
"Is that a Yamaha Royal Star Midnight Venture?" I managed to drawl out.
Everything that happened moments before was forgotten to me as I stared at the bike in awe.
…and I'm pretty sure my mouth was agape.
Mello looked over at me, holding a helmet out for me.
"You know bikes?" He asked genuinely.
I nodded and grabbed the helmet.
"I love bikes. I used to work on them when I was younger."
He nodded.
"This one's pretty fucking good. Great for long-distance." He said before putting his own helmet on.
I did the same and watched him hop up on the bike.
"Well, come on." He stated while looking over his shoulder.
I bobbed my head and sat behind him.
If Mello liked bikes that only meant one thing:
He liked to go fast.
I shivered at the thought of Mello riding like a madman, and it made my adrenaline rush more than it already was.
"Make sure you hold on tight. Wouldn't want you to fly off." Mello said. I swear I could just feel the smirk that I knew was on his face right now.
"Don't enjoy this too much, jerk." I stated, making sure to wrap my arms tightly around his waist.
"Don't worry; I will."
And with that, we were gone.
~Mello's P.O.V~
We'd been riding for about a half hour now, and were close to home. I needed to stitch this fucking wound soon, and couldn't wait to get back.
I then thought back to Nana, remembering how she had various scratches and bruises beginning to form on her pale skin.
The thought of her being hurt by that fucker really pissed me off, and I squeezed harder on the transmission.
He had no right to touch her like that, let alone fucking look at her.
Scum.
I fucking loved wiping the floor with people like him. Hell, it was my profession for god's sake.
…and Nana.
Why hadn't she called for us earlier?
I shook my head, unsure of why I was feeling the way I was, and attempted to ignore it, growling to myself.
Instead, I focused on the traffic in front of me, bobbing and weaving through it before turning into the familiar neighborhood Wammy House resided in.
She said she loved bikes.
I mentally cursed myself for thinking about her again.
But hell, if she liked bikes, she couldn't be that bad.
Shit, I fucking loved bikes. Not as much as chocolate, but they were pretty fucking up there.
I then felt something hit my back, realizing that it must have been her head.
"Hey," I began. There was no response however. She probably fell asleep.
Her tight grip around my waist didn't falter though, and this made me chuckle.
We finally made it to Wammy House and I pulled up the back alley before opening the familiar garage in the back that held all my bikes.
Stopping, I pulled the helmet from my head and through it towards the others.
I then turned towards Nana, looking down at her sleeping form.
She was breathing rather peacefully, which was quite surprising considering the day she had been through.
I figured I should let her sleep, and picked her up before heading towards Wammy House, closing the garage behind me.
It didn't take long to reach her room after getting into the house, and I finally stopped at her door.
I stared down at the sleeping form in my hands and suddenly felt myself beginning to frown.
Shit, was I going soft or something?
Sighing, I opened her bedroom door and quickly, but carefully placed her on her bed.
Before I let her go completely though, she grabbed my hand for a moment.
"I told you so, Mello." She simply said as she looked up at me through tired eyes.
"Told me what?"
"That you'd shoot yourself, idiot." She then finished, a smirk playing on her face. She then turned away from me, letting my arm drop.
...and I was suddenly more aware of the gunshot to my arm.
Almost fucking forgot. Fuck.
Taking one last look at Nana, I slowly walked out of her room, shutting the door behind me.
I shook my head as it closed and leaned against it for a moment, my hair falling in my face.
Even through the pain of the shot to my arm, I found myself letting a chuckle escape before I veered towards Matt's room so that he could clean this nasty shit up when he got back.
So that's chapter nine for you guys! I know it's a day late, but I hope it being long made up for it!
Also, there was some MelloxNana going on here, as I figured she had some time with L, why not with Mello?
Hope it wasn't too bad and that you guys enjoyed it.
Also, I apologize for any grammatical errors if there were any. I'm posting this very late and don't have much time to go over it too much.
R and R!
Until next time,
Mizuki.
