Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Obata and Ohba who have very similar names...In short, I don't own Death Note or it's creators.

A/N: Ah, Chapter 11! I'm very excited about this one. The plot is going to be very intense for a while and things are going to start changing, so watch out! I'll keep trying to update regularly, but I'm going on "vacation" for five weeks next Saturday. I'll still update, though. I just might be a bit more hectic. Anyway, thanks for reviewing and telling me how I did last time! Keep it up you guys!

Sharzade

Chapter 11:

The screen in front of Mello flashed a giant calligraphic "K."

"It's her."

"M, we are not far away from finding your whereabouts. You may have relocated, but rest assured we are still hot on your trail."

The synchronized voice scratched out its message to Mello. He ate his chocolate slowly, contemplating.

It had been fun messing with Naru, but now she meant business. She had become a major part of the Kira case and the SPK and was therefore now one of his most threatening enemies. He didn't bother to create a reply for her. There was no point.

A shuffling noise caught Mello's attention and he whipped his head around. Matt had skulked into the room, head hung as if he was walking to the gallows. Depression had quickly overcome him that day Naru had rejected his existence and had persisted and intensified over the past month. His melancholy state hung in the air around him like a bog.

"Matt. Stop sulking already, will you?"

Mello spun around in his chair and frowned. Matt raised his head slightly in recognition, his goggles fogged over from its damp occupants.

"Hn."

Dragging his feet over to an armchair, he sat down and wrapped his arms around his legs.

sniff sniff

"Oh for god's sake, Matt!" Mello shot out of his chair and barreled over to his moody friend. "Get a hold of yourself! It's only a girl!"

Matt reacted immediately to Mello's words and glared daggers at him.

"She was not just a girl! She was everything!"

If looks could kill, Mello would've died a rather painful death. He slowly backed away, shocked.

"S-Sorry…I ah, do you want your PSP or anything?"

"No. Nothing can console me now."

Not knowing what else he could do, Mello left the room in a bit of a hurry. Matt had turned into a weepy, useless individual who served no useful purpose of any kind. His situation was becoming hopeless.

As Mello walked down the long, dark hallway of the Mafia lair, he caught a glimpse of Matt's room through an open door.

There was paper everywhere, all over the floor and covering the furniture. Drawings of Naru had been torn up, reconstructed, and torn up again. Tidbits of poetry too gushy for Mello to even contemplate reading adorned the walls. And Matt's picture album from Wammy's house was open on his desk, Naru cut out of everything. Now her face laced every corner of his ceiling. She was all he saw at night.

This is sick…Mello thought to himself, disturbed. Matt was not only suffering from depression it would seem, but also obsession. He just couldn't make himself enter the room to investigate further, so he simply escaped to his own private quarters. He could always lose himself in his chocolate there with no one to complain about his habit.

He lay down on his bed, random half eaten chocolate bars staining the sheets. He picked one up and his mind set itself to work.

Matt was spiraling downhill, fast. Mello had never seen a boy act so…emotional before. Something had to be done immediately.

The boxes were packed and the equipment was gone. Everything was finally ready for the relocation of the SPK. Ever since that day Near discovered that Mello knew of their address, he had known that a relocation was inevitable. Unfortunately, preparing for such a thing had taken much longer than anticipated.

But today was the day everyone had been waiting for, for the last month.

The SPK was moving to Japan.

Naru, also known as K, was getting ready in her room for the big move. The past month had brought her and Near closer than ever. She loved the fact that there were absolutely no secrets between them anymore and the fact that Mello and Matt were out of her social life elated her. As Naru had listed each of the scenarios in which she had been put face to face with one or the other, or both of them, Near's analytical mind had immediately wrapped around each one and deciphered their meaning. And with the phone call Matt had made with his cell phone, Near had been able to trace the Mafia base location, only to find it deserted. No doubt they had been smart enough to evacuate immediately afterwards.

Having finished her packing, Naru collected her bags and suitcases and made her way outside. A limo was parked in the driveway waiting for her. The chauffeur, Gevanni, waited up front. She prayed that Near would be riding in the same limo as she was. Driving to the airport would be so boring without him.

She was just about to open the trunk of the limo to put her bags away when something familiar caught her eye. A pile of clothes were just laying on the side of the road to one side of the building. It appeared as if they had fallen out of her window somehow in her rush to get ready. They did look like her clothes.

Putting her bags down at the side of the vehicle, she ran around the side of the building to retrieve her belongings. She was surprised at how far back the clothes were. They had seemed so much closer from the limo…

Suddenly, a hand slammed over her mouth and pushed her against the wall. Naru found herself staring directly into the eyes of…Mello. His gun was pressed firmly to the side of her head and she struggled against him.

"Stop moving around so much!" Mello whispered furiously, barring his teeth at her. He dragged her over to a motorcycle parked at the back of the building, Naru resisted with all her might. She contemplated biting his hand for a moment, but decided to refrain from angering the man with the lethal weapon.

Mello pulled out a pair of long handcuffs from his pocket and chained himself to Naru before forcing her onto the motorcycle. He immediately rode off, gathering speed before she could try to protest again. Now that the gun wasn't pointing at her head, she screamed bloody murder. Too bad she was riding on a speeding motorcycle at the time, or someone might've thought she was actually in trouble.

"Shut up!" Mello yelled over the noise at her. His hair was hitting her in the face repeatedly as the rode, getting in Naru's eyes and mouth. She spat it out angrily.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get me off of this thing!" She banged her fists against his back in frustration but ceased the moment she found herself toppling backwards off the bike. Her hands snatched at the back of his jacket for dear life.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to get off." He mocked. Naru snarled into his jacket and desperately tried to think of a way to get off the bike. It was going to be quite unlikely she would succeed, unfortunately, since they were handcuffed together.

"Take off the handcuffs! I won't try anything!" She lied, desperately. Mello only laughed.

"What? No way! I went through all this trouble to kidnap you. There's no way I'm letting you get the chance to escape!"

The bike made a sharp turn onto the highway and Naru struggled to stay upright without getting a better hold on him. To her relief, the bike righted itself before she had to take such drastic measures. The noise level slowly increased till all chance of conversation ceased. The bike was increasing speed and she had no desire to fall to her untimely death, so she reluctantly put her hands around his waist. She sighed, preparing for the long ride ahead.

Something shook her awake and she growled in protest. Her whole body was suddenly thrust forward and she fell onto her stomach. Before she knew what was happening, she found herself being dragged across the ground by her wrist.

"Smmtomph fit!" She mumbled, eating dirt.

"Are you awake yet? Come on! Don't make me get out my gun again!" Mello's voice. Her head shot up and she scampered backwards in fright, not making any distance with the chain.

"You!" She accused, remembering, "You kidnapped me!"

"It would appear that way! Now get moving!" Mello tugged on the chain again and she stumbled forward.

"No!" He stopped dead in his tracks, his back to her, and slowly turned his head.

"What did you say?"

"I said no…" her voice cracked as she saw the expression on his face. He looked like he wanted to kill her. She didn't have time to think much on this, however, because he had stared to charge towards her.

It was all she could do just to keep away from him. He was the bull and she was the only red he could see. To her horror, she lost her footing before she had made it three feet and fell flat on her face.

Something heavy pushed down on her back – Mello's boot, most likely. Craning her neck around, she found herself staring down the barrel of Mello's gun.

"Don't mess with me." He threatened, face crazed. "Now get up before I have to use this thing!"

Naru slowly sat up, face frozen with a mix of shock and fear. He really meant business.

"God, you are so slow!" He complained. "What do I have to do to get you to move? Carry you?!"

That really got Naru moving. The last thing she wanted was this crazed lunatic picking her up and dragging her off to only god knows where. Not as if she really had a choice about the latter…she stood up with inhuman speed and scowled.

"Finally." Mello turned and started to walk again, Naru unwillingly trailing behind, cursing the person who had invented handcuffs and guns.

Wearily, she glanced up at the building Mello was dragging her off to. It was a fair size, perhaps four or five stories, but the walls were dilapidated and the metal trimmings were rusty. It was the perfect sort of building that a Hollywood producer would love to use in his latest horror movie. As they neared closer, Naru could make out the grime oozing from between some cracks and the filth that covered every inch of the building. The smell of it all made her want to vomit.

Mello punched some numbers into the security box outside the cracked glass door before leading her into the building. Once inside, the building seemed much worse than from a few seconds ago. Metal pipes ran along the walls and ceilings, occasionally dripping a thick, muddy sludge onto the dirty floor. One of the pipes dripped onto Naru's head and she shivered with revulsion. She didn't even want to think about what was seeping into her hair just then.

Finally, Mello stopped in front of a random door along the hallway. Strange etch marks had been made across the length of it, spelling out obscene things. To her relief, he removed the handcuff from her wrist.

"You better not try anything…" he warned her, reaching inside his jacket as if to get his gun out again, an empty threat. "Go inside. Don't just stand there."

She hesitated before doing as she was told and entered the unknown room. Mello locked the door behind her and she gulped. Looking around wasn't doing much good. The room was pretty dark save for one dim light in the corner…a light from what appeared to be some sort of game console. Matt, the boy who had betrayed her and destroyed their friendship was sitting less than four feet away from her.

She was now officially in hell.