A/N: Quick chapter for tonight because I couldn't wait to write it! (I'm not a patient person :/)
Anyways, thank you all for sticking around, you're all incredibly lovely people! Also, once again, if any of you are having issues with actually viewing the chapters, please let me know so that I may repost them for you all. Thanks!
Enjoy!
(Mello P.O.V)
I wasn't happy with having to work alongside my mother, let alone my father and brother when they showed up. However, I had a job to do and almost having a god friend being killed thanks to laziness was not preferable at this point. I even decided not to spend any time with Matt until I'd successfully gotten background checks from everyone that would be at the show here in L.A. Misa was not going to die on my watch, and I'd make damn sure Light would be alright as well. I had to stop myself a few times from taking matters into my own hands and forgetting what L had told me to do. I had to remember that this wasn't about me.
It was about my loved ones.
Soon enough my mother arrived into the ballroom of the hotel where a small pre-party of all the models and designers. I'd been waiting there for maybe an hour or so but said nothing to her about my irritation.
We hadn't spoken much aside from the revelation day. She'd asked me why I'd faked my death, why I'd ran off and never contacted them, but I didn't answer. She had no right to pry into my business. Besides, if she didn't know why I had so much animosity towards them, then that was her fault.
She'd brought along my father and brother who were ecstatic to see me. My father knew who I was almost instantly, which I blamed on my blonde hair and bright eyes, and my brother actually had tears in his eyes. I hadn't wanted to believe it, but it looked like they missed me more than I thought they had. Still, their emotions changed nothing about how I felt about them. They were still dead to me… and I wished more than ever that I was the same to them.
Along with the three were my, apparent, younger siblings. One younger brother, and one younger sister. My sister looked to be about six years old, and my brother around twelve. My sister seemed afraid of me, but my brother was intrigued. It was almost funny how alike we looked as well. We shared the same hair, the same eyes… except he looked a bit more like our father. My sister looked almost exactly like my mother, fair skinned and bright blond hair.
My father hugged me tightly, making me growl a bit. "Son! I can't believe it! When your mother told us you were alive… I nearly…"
I pulled away, not really caring what he had to say.
'Now he feels like hugging me.' I thought bitterly. 'Where was that after my incident?'
He seemed taken aback by my hostility to him but said nothing about it. He still managed to smile at me though.
"Mihael…"
"Mello." I corrected angrily. "Mihael no longer exists."
He took a breath. "Mello, we've missed you so much. You have no idea how heartbroken we were to see you had disappeared. We thought for sure someone took you away from us again. We looked for months, YEARS, to try and find you."
"When we found your blood in the woods, though…" Emmett trailed off. "We thought… and it was just so unreal."
"But you're alive!" My father continued. "You're alive and you can come home!"
I sighed. "I'm not going back, father. And before you ask, it's because I have my own life to live. I want nothing to do with the nobility life, and I'm happy with what I've got. Now, we need to focus on this mission before anything else, so let's get started."
"But don't you want to meet your younger brother and sister?" He asked.
"Not really." I admitted. "What's the point? After this is all said and done you won't see me ever again."
"Mih… Mello." Emmett corrected himself. "They're still your family."
I scoffed. "Right, okay, whatever you say." I let the sarcasm drip from my mouth.
Emmett continued with a gesture towards my sister. "This is Emily. Your sister."
She peeked out from behind my mother's dress and gave me a quiet 'hi'.
I sighed. "Hi."
Emmett grinned. "And this…"
Before he had a chance to say his name, my younger brother hugged me happily. "My name's Arden! I'm so happy to meet you!"
After a few seconds of my waist being crushed by the kid I pushed him away slowly. I was not in the mood to be hugged by someone I barely knew. He didn't seem to take it to heart though. In fact, he was still smiling stupidly at me.
My mother chuckled. "Arden is a very… positive young man."
"You don't say," I mumbled.
Arden took my arm and cuddled it happily. "Even if you don't come live with us, you'll still keep in contact right?! Emmett is awesome and all, but I'd like to hang out with someone like you! You're a detective too! And a cop! You're just so… awesome!"
"Kiss arse." I muttered before walking away from him. "Listen, we've got to start looking for suspects now. It's not going to get any easier with this family reunion thing here, so I suggest we split up and find out what we can about some of these people."
Arden grabbed my forearm again and announced he was going with me, making Emmett smile at my utter pain.
My mother smiled as well. "You three go together. I need to wait here for Iona. She said she had to run some errands first, then she'd meet up with us."
I sighed leading the way for me and my brothers. We'd have to mingle with a few of the designers and models, just to find out more about their intentions here. But first, I needed a drink. Nothing strong or could throw me into a drunken escapade, but just a small shot of something to get me wired a bit. Hopefully something with flavour to.
Once we'd headed to the bar I got exactly what I needed and began to walk the scene, sipping my drink every so often.
Emmett put a hand on my shoulder. "Mello… brother… tell me the real reason why you don't want to come home. I know something's wrong with you."
I growled, trying to free my hand from Arden again with little success. "You wouldn't understand. I'll tell you when this is all over. First we have to start interviewing people, and soon. We can't let anything happen tonight. I say we start with the models."
"No need to." He said happily. "Mom knows almost everyone here, and I can assure you that no model in this show has it out for anyone else. The designers are another story though." He chuckled. "But, uh, good call on the models though. There may be a few desperate enough to bed you."
I scoffed. "Women are overrated." I said as I took another sip from my drink, feeling my head go a bit fuzzy. "That's why I chose men. They're stronger, more resilient, and my Matt is the sweetest one of the flock."
I smiled a bit at what I'd said, taking a sip from my drink again. My vision was getting weird now.
Emmett's voice sounded odd now... a little funky. "Men? You mean you're… oh." He cleared his throat. "This… makes a lot of sense. Especially when Dad tried to find you an arranged wife as a kid and you flat out screamed at him to stop those plans."
I giggled a bit at his voice. "Yup! You don't know what you're missing! Especially with Mattie. Although… Near isn't that bad-looking. I suppose if Matt and I can't see eye to eye at some point, he'd do." I giggled again, downing the rest of my drink and placing the cup somewhere near me.
The room then began to start looking… awesome!
The walls turned an awesome orange, a change from the drab cream colour, and the chandelier had blue flames instead of light bulbs. The curtains were green and the floor was purple. All the humans looked the same, but their voices were warped and funny to hear from far away.
I suddenly remembered Arden was beside me and hugged him tightly.
"You're so beautiful, brother!" I said happily. I'd truly forgotten why I hated him.
Emmett took notice of this. "Mello? Are you… alright?"
I kept hugging Arden. "Emmett, why didn't you tell me he was so cuddly!? He's like a panda bear!"
He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I went to catch them. They looked dangerously close to flying away and Emmett needed his fingers.
The room began to sway back and forth and I began to sway with it. Feeling calmer than if I were on the ocean itself.
How beautiful life was right now!
(Near P.O.V)
I'd watched the whole scene unfold in front of me and I ran to catch Mello just as he fell forward. His brothers Emmett and… whoever the little one was, helped me to stand him up again. It was a good thing I came down to check on them because this was definitely not good.
When Mello looked at me he giggled. "Near! You're so handsome up close!"
He hiccupped and fell into my arms again.
I looked up at Emmett. "What happened?"
The older man looked worried. "I have no idea! One minute he was getting a drink, being serious, and the next minute he was laughing like a loony and talking about how cuddly Arden was!"
My eyes widened and I pulled Mello back to look into his eyes. Pupils dilated, and continuously smacking his mouth – possibly dry – and genuinely out of character…
"He's been drugged." I determined. "And heavily at that. We need to get him upstairs and in bed right away. Help me drag him there, Emmett. Arden, go find your mother and tell her what's going on. Tell her to see what she can find at that bar. I'll give Light and Ryuzaki a call once Mello is safe in our rooms."
The kid nodded and went looking for Amelia. Emmett took Mello by the waist and threw him over his shoulder, the blonde giggling happily.
"We should sing folk songs! The journey demands it!" He said happily.
I was more than afraid of him now. This was far from the Mello I knew so he needed to be locked up for a bit. Even more, we needed to find out who drugged him and why. Did someone know who we were? Was it the killer's doing? Was the killer trying to deter us from our mission?
This wasn't good. Not by a long shot.
A/N: I have never used drugs in my lifetime, so I have no idea how accurate any of this is for LSD... or ecstasy... or whatever drug they poisoned him with.
I'll have ot look it up and see which one came the closest.
Also, just so you're all aware, I won't be posting any chapters until this whole mess about my updates being unreadable is finished. Honestly, this is Bullshit. :(
