I really dislike homophobes. Stupid people. Sadly enough my parents are homophobes and my mom lectured me today on how I better not be a lesbian when I grow up. ='(

Wonder what she'd do if I told her I liked my best friend Cheyenne in a sexual way? *sighs*

Let's get on with the story then! I no own DN. I do own any OCs like Stacey and Sam.


Blow Me Away


Matt made his way to the second story of the five star restaurant. According to an email Silvonni had received he was scheduled for a business meeting at here at nine. That gave the dancer a whole ten minutes to get everything set up.

Scanning the second level he called over a serving girl and asked to purchase a private room overlooking the main dining hall. She eyed him up taking in the goggles and backpack now slung over his shoulder.

"Private rooms are eighty-five dollars an hour sir." She informed him and he gave her a smile after pulling his goggles around his neck.

"Charge it to my card please." He asked her softly looking into her eyes. She blushed and slipped the card into her little black folder.

"Anything else sir?" she asked. Matt didn't miss the fact that she slowly tilted her head so that silky hair fell onto her breast or the purr in her voice.

"Yeah, can I smoke in the room?" he asked.

"Of course, would you like me to bring you a lighter?" she asked. A lighter? Matt thought. Fancy.

"No thanks. I'm just meeting someone here so I won't need a table either."

"You'll want one of the business rooms then. There a call button by the door in case you need anything. Just ask for Niki." She showed him into the room and shut the door softly behind herself.

The roof was expensive looking with one whole wall made out of one-way glass. It over looked the whole dining area giving him a clear shot of wherever Silvonni and his guest chose to sit. He just had to hope they wouldn't pick a private room or things would get difficult.

Unzipping the backpack that he had transferred his weapons to, he took out the rifle and a small disk. Placing the disk to the window he turned it on and watched as it carved a two inch whole into the thick glass.

When it was done he carefully removed it and the glass before assembling the rifle and twisting the silencer into place. Pulling down the legs he placed it a little ways back from the window and placed his bag on one of the chairs in the room. Leaving his goggles around his neck he leaned against the wall alongside the window and watched the ground floor for his target.

Spotting a red buzz cut he followed the man with his gaze in order to make sure he was indeed Chester. When the man hailed down the waiter Matt looked closely and recalled what little lip reading he had. Halfway through the exchange he cursed. Silvonni had ordered a private room.


They fall in line

One at a time

Ready to play

(I can't see them anyway)

No time to lose

We've got to move

Steady your hand

(I am losing sight again)


Mello scanned the expensive restaurant with disinterest. A busty serving girl walked up to him and smiled, batting her eyes at him. Whore.

"Excuse me sir, but are you Mello?" she asked and the blonde raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why?" he asked and she flushed.

"Your party is expecting you in one of the private rooms. I'm Stacey by the way." She said with a smile before leading them to the their private room on the second floor.

When they entered the room Mello's eyes immediately went to Chester Silvonni, the man that was going to bring them a shipment of guns next week.

"Good evening Mello, I see you didn't bring any bodyguards tonight." Chester said and passed Mello a glass of amber liquid. Mello smelled it before sitting it back down. He didn't drink whiskey.

"I didn't think you were much of a threat." Mello replied and Chester laughed.

"You're right. I may sell guns but I'm not much for using them."

Mello gave him a humoring smile. "You said the shipment was going to be in by the middle of next week." He prompted and Silvonni got down to business.

"Yes, Thursday at the latest. I made sure to place asisde the best of them for you exclusively before letting others pick." Sure you did, Mello thought.

"But as I was saying I'm saving the best for you—"

"What about a 19mm Grandpower?" a new voice cut in and Mello looked up only to freeze.

Matt? "What the fuck?" he asked and his eyes widened as the brunette place the barrel of his pistol to Silvonni's head.

"They don't kick as much of the others but the impact is a lot heavier. Makes a mess." Cold blue eyes looked over at Mello.

"You might want to move or you'll get blood on your leather." Matt told him and Mello glared at him. Just what the fuck was the gamer pulling? The brunette was dressed in a waiters uniform, probably something he had gotten from the restaurant store closet.

He goes from dancing to shooting peoples brains out. What the hell? Standing up his back stiffened when Stacey also pressed a gun to his skull. Matt's eyes flickered to her and before going back to Silvonni.

"Raping people isn't nice, Chester. It hurts a lot." He pulled the gun away and aimed it at the man's leg. "Kind of like this." He said and shot Silvonni in the leg.

"But it's deeper too. It hurts on the inside." The gun traced up and over to rest against Silvonni's groin and the man whimpered. He was surprisingly quiet for someone who had just been shot in the leg.

Mello reached toward his gun but heard a click as Stacey removed the safety on hers. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I'm under orders to shoot you."

He watched her from the corner of his eye. "From who?"

"Sam. She hired Matty boy over there to take out Silvonni." The woman replied.

Mello glanced over to Matt and noticed that the brunette's gun was now under Chester's chin. Matt was fucking with him, torturing him with his own fear. It sent shivers down Mello's spine.

"Why'd she hire him if you were going to be here?" he asked and she shrugged.

"She didn't say, I'm just insurance that he does his job." Was the reply and Mello suddenly understood. Matt was going to kill Silvonni so this little slut didn't blow his brains out. He didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered.

Did the gamer honestly think he couldn't take care of himself? Plus he was interfering with mafia business and an accomplice on a attempt on Mello's life. The latter was debatable but the former was definitely not doing to roll over well.

Shifting his weight slightly to the right side of his body he waited until Stacey relaxed a little before sweeping his leg out and tripping her back. The he dropped down and grabbed her wrist before she could shoot. Bending her wrist back he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled.

Stacy gave a little shriek and kicked him in the stomach. Her gun fell from her grasp and for a moment they both glared down at the firearm.

The both froze when a shot rang out. Mello turned his head to glance at Matt and that was all Stacey needed. She lunged forward scooped up her gun, aimed and fired.


Fire your guns

It's time to run

Blow me away

(I will stay, in the mess I made)

After the fall

We'll shake it off

Show me the way


Oh no! Who'd she shoot, you ask? Well I can't tell you that. *grins evilly*