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The entire room was dark, the walls blacker than ink, the smooth, unusual clear glass floors glowed as the light from the laptop shone on it's surface. The room, other than a single young person and one wireless laptop, was completely vacant of any sort of furniture, appliances, or equipment for work. Not even a source of light was available. The only thing that allowed you to hook up anything to electricity was the plug-in at the side of the room. Not even that was being used.
"Mello," came a synethic voice from the speakers of the laptop, suprisingly loud and clear, "I'm sorry about your posistion being taken away from you, but you are still L's main successor, there's no reason to be so angry about the situation." It stopped abrubtly, and waited, as if for a response. Slowly, and almost carefully, Mello pressed his index finger down on a small button beside the keyboard, and leaned down towards the top of the lid of the laptop to speak.
"Angry isn't the word for it," the teenage boy hissed calmly, his accented voice low and thoughtful, "No, more like severely pissed off. I work my ass off for this posistion, dammit, we nearly had a lead on something to do with the investigation before L came back as some freak after being experimented on. How can you allow him to take his posistion back so quickly, when he's been gone for, what, three years, and has no fucking idea whats going on?"
A sigh was the hesitant response, "I know, Mello, but technically, he is well aware of whats going on. You've done an excellent job of keeping in contact with the FBI, with keeping the killings monitored and figuring out where and when they'll exactly strike. But, this is L's expertise. Away for a long period of time or not, he's well aware-"
"Bullshit," the blond snapped, "Near knows more about whats going on than L does. It doesn't help that he's now fucking distracted by those freaks he brought back with him!" He released the button quickly as he stopped talking, his icy eyes flickering. There was a flash of static from the other end, before the man continued, "Brought back with him? Mello, what're you talking about?"
He froze suddenly, his gaze fixed on the black wall behind the portable computer. To tell Watari, or to keep silent?
"Nothing," Mello responded, beginning to sit up slightly. As he sat, he pulled his fur-lined hood over the back of his head and began to stand up, "It doesn't matter, I've got to go. We'll keep in touch."
He broke off the connection before he could stop him, standing up and leaving the darkened room wordlessly.
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"Where's Matt?" Mello muttered, snapping off a piece of chocolate. He was laying on the back of the couch, his arms hanging off the sides of it lazily, locks of shaggy blond hair hanging down into his blue eyes. Across the room, Near raised an eyebrow slowly at him.
"I don't know," replied the light-haired boy slowly, "Actually, I think I saw him leave to go out somewhere with Rachel. They've been gone for maybe an hour or so. Hanging out, I guess." He shrugged. Mello growled in annoyance and sat up, his eyes remaining hidden. Why in the hell was he always with that chick?
Holding back the urge to mutter something no doubt was rude, the dark-clothed teen leaned back into the couch.
"So where's L? Still hiding out with Chris, making out with her?" He shook his head, "Shame on them, shame on them."
Near said nothing, and deciding to not even continue to attempt to start up a conversation with the antisocial little pale boy, Mello moaned boredly and made his way out of the room, shuffling along down the hall and leaning against the wall.
Boredom kills.
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The sound of the front doors opening cautiously echoed throughout the vacant mainroom, then closed more sharply as whoever came in realized no one was there. Mello sighed and quickly flew down the staircase and whipped around a few corners, making his way to the mainroom to see who it was, probably Matt and Rachel, the blond thought dryly.
Only a step or two away from another corner, his mind filled with his own thoughts and completely unaware of his surroundings, Mello obviously didn't notice the book, laying cover-side up, in the middle of the hallway. In seconds, he tripped, swaying around the corner, though to his suprise, he ran into someone, fell with someone, and, to his utter suprise, fell ontop of someone.
That someone wasn't his friend Matt, who, if this was the person who fell on top of him, he'd likely just throw him off to the side of the hallway and walk off. If it was Near or L, no doubt would there be a bit of coarse language and just a bit of unrestrained violence. Yet, who he was now practically on top of, he froze and did neither. He didn't even speak.
Rachel.
Her violet eyes gaze up at him, just as bewildered, confused, and no doubt suprised as he is. "Uh, hi," she breathes, blinking slightly. A wave of nervousness slides over him then, and he finds he can do nothing but shrug, look away, and mutter a brief, "Sorry." To his suprise, the slender girl merely smiles, amused, and doesn't snap at him.
"..Is Matt around?"
"Yep. He's in the mainroom."
"Ah. Sounds like you two had a whole lot of fun wherever the hell you went."
"Sure."
He smirks.
She smirks.
Then,
"Hey Mello?"
"Yeah?"
"...You can get off me now."
His clear gaze flashes slightly, and he grins nervously and rolls away from her, leaning up against the wall of the hallway as he stands up. Rachel gracefully gets to her feet, turning around sharply to face him.
There was a brief silence, before Mello's ill-temper returned and he turned his vivid blue gaze back to Rachel, who narrowed an eye, preparing to get some sort of sarcastic remark or rude comment. She was already used to Mello and how he behaved.
"Maybe you should get back to your boyfriend," the blond snapped coolly, his thumb inside the pocket of his jeans, while the rest of his hand rested on the surface of the shaded black fabric. "He wouldn't want you to be away for too long, let alone, with me." He turned away, rolling his eyes, though Rachel swore she caught a glimpse of something else there.
"Oh, shut up, you jerk."
"Bitch."
"Jackass."
"Skank."
"Man-whore!"
"Asshole!"
"Ooh," Rachel placed a hand on her hip, "That one cut me deep."
"Ugh!"
The blond jerked his head back irritably, the cross and chain around his neck glinting in the faint light, and turned away wordlessly, heading past her and down the hallway. As he brushed against her, however, he shoved his shoulder in her direction purposely, pushing her into the wall. To her suprise, it wasn't too harsh, and as she turned to look after him, he flashed a teasing smirk over his shoulder. She sighed.
God, she really, really hated him.
...In a way.
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"C'mon, you haven't even been downstairs near the pool ever since Matt actually found it and everyone started using it. Why the hell don't you want to even do something as simple as swimming?"
"I don't swim."
"I'll make you swim."
"No."
"Do you want me to push you in?"
"Gah! Dammit, no. Fine, whatever. I'll go in."
After eventually persuading L, who more than obviously didn't like the idea of plunging into the depths of the pool, Chris managed to drag down the dark-haired teen to the pool area. Waves of blue shimmered in the pool, casting reflections on the walls and ceiling. The lights were ever so slightly dimmed, the room darker, yet there was enough light to be able to see perfectly.
Chris was dressed in a black two-piece that really did show off her figure, although L decided to keep that comment to himself. Dressed in a pair of black swimming shorts and a towel over his right shoulder, he threw the towel on a chair at the side of the pool and watched as Chris dove into the pool, doing some sort of front flip, and gracefully slipped into the clear water, disapearing into it's depths. He sighed lightly and walked to the edge of the pool, diving into the water without a word.
"Told you it wasn't so bad," she smirked as he came up, her blue-green eyes bright against the light saphire waves. In the water, L's hair was no longer quite as spiked, and more shaggy, hanging down into his stunning onyx eyes.
"I'm still not too fond of it," the teenage boy replied dryly, though didn't complain anymore about it. After swimming around the pool for awhile longer, Chris finally went to his side, easily pulling herself onto the ledge of the pool and out of the water. She fixed her intense gaze on L as he emerged from the water as well.
She turned away, "We'll go into the Hot tub for a bit, then. Think you can handle that? It requires no actual swimming, you just have to sit there and tolerate it." L shot her a dry look, though her amused smile only grew. He shrugged and brush past her, making his way over to the hot tub, and went into the hot water, Chris slipping in beside him. They talked for a few moments, before they caught eachother's eyes, and almost immediantly suddenly became closer, L's arm slipping behind her, their faces inches away from eachothers, their lips brushing...
Then someone, of course, has to disrupt it all.
A loud splash sounds in the pool, and immediantly the two glance up, only to see that certain someone doing laps in the pool, his reddish hair now soaked, and as Matt lifts his head for a quick in-take of air, the redhead finally manages to realize he's not alone in the pool area. He freezes, a hand slowly going to the back of his neck nervously.
"..Oops?"
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"I want you two to go and run an errand for me." L raised a hand to dismiss what both had to say as their mouths opened to protest automatically, "I don't care if you two aren't exactly the closest, to put it, you'll cooperate with eachother whether you like it or not. Are you saying you can't handle eachother for barely an hour?"
"Bad headache," Mello replies, glancing back and forth from L to Rachel briefly, "Chocolate overdose."
"I've...uh...got a cold?" Rachel put in, though the way she said it was more questionable than believable. The blond next to her shot her a look, though she ignored it, looking away and muttering something under her breath. L raised his eyebrows.
"...Right," he muttered, shaking his head slightly, "I need you two to get to the office buildings down town, number 258, and pick up a package under my name, merely 'L'. They should allow you to take it, if not, that's not too important, I can do it later," he stretched slightly, "Then, run to the nearest store and get some supplies. Please."
Mello and Rachel blinked.
"Why can't Matt do it?" Mello snapped, "Other than smoking two packs of cigarettes a fucking day, while also sitting his ass down in front of the TV and playing those gay ass videogames, he does absolutely nothing. Send him."
"Actually," L said, "Matt does do useful things around here. He's at a meeting with Watari and the director of the FBI about his weapon skills. He can't, and Near and I are working. Quit complaining and just go and do it already, it won't kill you for you two to hang out for a mere day."
"I'm not complaining," Mello says mock-cheerfully, "It's all her," the blond grins at her innocently, though she glares back at him.
"What-? I am not! I didn't even say a damn thing!"
"You made up an excuse for why you 'can't' go."
"You did too!"
"Pfft. That was no lie."
"Dammit, stop!" L growls, standing up and shoving a small piece of paper into Mello's hand. He snorts and uncrumbles the note, smoothing it out to read it. He sighs, running a hand grimly through his hair.
"I'm not paying for all of this shit," Mello hisses, "It's either you give us money to buy this crap, or I don't go. Unless.." He glances at Rachel, "You'd be oh so willing to pay for all of this?"
"I'll pass."
"Thought so."
After making L pay up a wad of cash and finally convincing himself that it wouldn't be so bad, Mello turned away wordlessly and headed towards the door. Rachel sighed and followed after him.
This will be too fun, The dark-haired teenager thought sarcastically as she followed the bad-tempered blond.
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Yeah, I know that not all of it is incredibly accurate or is completely based off the roleplay, but first, I forgot some of the events, and secondly, I needed to fill it in somehow. The next chapter will have events from the actual roleplay. Trust me. I've got it all planned out : D
There's clearly alot more Mello and Rachel in this...but Chris and L and everyone else will come in more frequently soon.
It isn't edited, I'm too tired and I wanna fucking sleep, so...just read it, try to make sense of it, and please, leave meh alone.
-- bluey*
ps; review or die
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