Hey! Here's the next chapter! I am sorry to say that my chapters might end up being farther spread. School for me starts next week and I'm gonna be studying studying studying, so I'll have less time to write. Anyway, enjoy!
April of 2011
Alva kicked down a steel door, gun in hand. There were surprised yells and the clicks of guns. "Who the Hell're you?" she heard one person yell. She kept her gun up, but had eyes only for one person. There, sitting in the middle of a velvet couch, sat Mello, eyes wide and chocolate in hand.
"Don't shoot!" he ordered the others. He shot Alva a glare that meant for her to drop her gun as well. She put it back in her pocket, keeping her gaze locked with Mello's. Anger and defiance evident on her face, relief and verging tears in her heart.
Mello stood up and began walking towards her. He looked shocked but kept his shell on in front of the other members of the LA mafia. Without a word, he grabbed her arm in a vice grip and pulled her out of the room. When they were out of the building, he let her go.
"What the Hell are you thinking, coming here?! I told you not to follow me!" he yelled in her face. She was by now tearing up.
She slapped him right across the face.
Mello's head snapped to the side, shock in his face. He looked at her again. She looked angry.
She was. She was angry, sad, heartbroken…but above all, she was relieved. She was relieved that he was alive. But forget that for now.
"Don't go acting like you even care after what you did to me! Do you really expect me to buy that bullshit?!" she yelled back at him.
If Mello were to say he felt guilty, that would've been an understatement. He wanted to reach out to Alva and hold her, tell her he was sorry and that it'd all be okay. But he wasn't stupid, and neither was Alva. Even though he means everything he wished to say, Alva would still take it as him lying to toy with her emotions. That's just how Alva worked.
Alva stood there expectantly, waiting for Mello to say something, anything. She wanted him to give her reason to take him back. But he stayed silent. Mello looked like he was contemplating something, but Alva didn't really know what to expect from him at this point.
Eventually, after what felt like hours (but was only a few minutes) of thinking, Alva started to walk away. Mello, however, grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her body against his, hugging her tightly and whispering to her.
"Alva, what I did was for your own protection. I know you probably don't believe me but just listen. You saw what kind of people were in there. I left you because I sought out the mafia for help. I don't want them knowing about you because they might try to kill you or worse." All these words he spoke to her were true. Some he wished were not true, but you can't change facts.
"Well, now they know about me. No point in leaving me now. Anyway, I was planning on seeking help from someone like them in the first place. I don't care if I'm a girl, I'll force my way in, even if I remain an associate."
Mello was lost for words. He didn't want Alva to do something like that. It was stupid. Anyway, after that little stunt back there, they'd probably kill her before she could even open her mouth.
By now, Alva had wiped away her own tears and she pulled away from his embrace. She turned around and looked him in the eye. "Mello, I want to do this. I don't care if it's dangerous. I don't want to lose you again. I don't want to wonder if you're dead or not, and I don't want my heart broken all over again. Nothing you do will change my mind, unless you were to quit. And that we both know you won't do." Her words were filled with a confidence and finality Mello had never heard her express before.
Mello had nothing to say. All of a sudden, he pulled her close to him and kissed her. He, Mello, felt vulnerable at that time. He felt as if all his defenses were gone, but also as if they were the only two in the world. It may have seemed stupid, especially in their situation and the conversation they just had, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be close to her again, and was happy to see the face he had missed dearly for the last four months.
Alva at first didn't even respond to his sudden kiss. But soon, no matter how hard she fought it, her emotions took over and she kissed back. She, too, was happy to be near him again. She wouldn't throw this chance away for the world.
Mello pulled away. "Fine…but you are never to leave my side unless I'm doing something I see as too dangerous for you," he said. Alva opened her mouth to argue but Mello cut her off. "No arguments. You may be 18, but I care too much about you to just let you do whatever."
Alva sighed. "I guess you're right…but still…I won't allow myself to become useless," she said, determined. Mello didn't know what he could do to keep her out of danger, but he had to agree.
"Well…there's no stopping you…" Mello said. He lightly kissed her and then smirked. "Time to introduce you to the guys, I guess. They'll be…surprised,"
I was kind of planning on doing a couple chapters in between when Mello leaves Alva and when Alva finds him, but I just had major writer's block when trying to figure something out.
