Don't kill yourself. Very poetic indeed, Mr. Mihael. Of course it's not like he could teleport back in time through some sort of paradox and rewrite it, and she wasn't one who usually took anything he said too seriously. That was usually the problem, actually. He'd say something and she'd take it so lightly, like his existence was a constant joke. It wasn't him in particular, though, she usually did that with almost everyone. Matt was understandable, but he could bet it has gotten her into some trouble in the past. It was different from Wammy's. There, when she first came in, she would be wary of him, of everyone really. Though most of the kids who came in were the same way. Some never lost that trait. She, however, had received a double whammy when first coming in, having met him and Matt on the very first day. About five minutes into her first day, actually. It was mainly Matt's fault, because that's just how he was with cute girls, especially cute girls who would be living right next door. He and Matt had already been living there for quite some time, same goes for his couch. It was his couch, nothing else (except the chocolate) really mattered. By the time she came he already blended into the ragged piece of furniture. The lights were always off, too, due to Matt's almost vampiric approach to sunlight. Or any kind of light that didn't emit from a TV screen, really.

She had jumped when she first realized he was there, since Matt was always visible with a halo like glow around his body from the TV that he was plugged into just as much as the controller was. He invited her inside without averting his eyes from the screen and she had came inside their domain, and jumped when he spoke up from his camouflage that was the couch. It was rather humorous, to him at least, though she seemed slightly annoyed. It faded though, and she looked at him with almost open-minded eyes, studied him, calculated, then averted back to Matt, who, like a courteous gentlemen, invited her to sit and play video games with him long into the night, and that was how it all started. Every now and then he'd take a loud bite of his chocolate bar, for no other reason then to make her jump. Then she became immune, and his fun was rui- actually, it wasn't. Never found out why. Never cared.

He glanced at the three passports sitting in his open dashboard. He had managed to get a hold of a few authentic ones through his…er, connections back in Japan. CL already had hers, of course, having business already in America. It was incredibly convenient, especially for him, though not so much for her. He questioned rather frequently if he had made the correct choice of dragging her into the whole Kira mess. He knew she didn't like to get involved in such large and extreme situations, so much so as to make headlines several times, and even get it's own TV show. Which was horrid, by the way. She normally took on small retrieval actions or assassinations, something that correlated pay with the amount of work put into it. The Kira case offered no pay, and only personal satisfaction. She usually coincided that with pay, though, so any logic involving her into the case was close to non-existent. But she was in it for the same reason any other top-ranking Wammy's kid would be; to avenge their justified, sugar-induced leader, L.

Only she had more than just L to avenge now, adding the strange events leading to the destruction of Auguste to the mix. Now it would come down to which was more personal to her; L, or Auguste. She'd only met L a few times, and Auguste had been her caretaker for about…five years now? It was only logical for her to be more solely focused on Auguste right now, but how could she? As far as he knew she didn't know anything about the strange man they had seen for a few seconds back at the old building, and said man didn't seem to be interested in a suicide pact, so there was a very, very high chance he managed to escape the building safely and soundly. However, topping it all, was the fact that someone had hotwired and stolen a car at around the same time the building exploded. He knew this from a local newspaper which did a story on the strange matter of events about three days after. CL had gone back to the scene the very next day after to take Auguste's car back, so it wasn't his. The hotwiring, of course, very well could've been a coincidence, but he still got a weird feeling about the situation.

Maybe going to Japan would be some kind of fresh start, where she could breathe for a little bit and focus more so on the Kira case. Auguste, too, had a great appreciation towards L so she felt the need to carry out her own judgment and put and end to Kira before starting on whoever it was wearing the sunglasses. She could leave everything back behind in America and… get back to it later. He knew he was thinking selfish again, but he needed her, if not just to be there, so if he had to do some convincing, he would do it. She just might hate him for a little while is all.

…,,,…

It was a Wednesday, about 9 a.m. Mello and CL were currently sitting it their (lucky them) business class seats on an airplane headed to Tokyo, Japan. How Mello had managed to get them business class seats, as well as have them sitting together, she'd never know, but she was thankful. It was a spacious airplane, with four seats in each row. She was currently occupying two seats, her back leaning on Mello and her legs bent up. She was tired, and his shoulder was a comfortable headrest. He didn't seem to mind too much, either. Though normally this would be considerably uncomfortable due to his leather addiction (not like he let her do this often, which he did) but today he didn't seem to mind much, or at all really, about whatever the hell he was wearing. Sweatpants and a gray, over sized hoodie. She herself was wearing dark sweatpants, too, and a long sleeved, gray shirt. They did sort of match, which they honestly didn't even notice until a small elderly couple back at the L.A. airport whispered about how cute the two of them were to themselves. Or at least they probably thought they were whispering. Mello didn't seem to appreciate this much but didn't say anything and only tensed up a bit. He did the same thing when she first put her head on his shoulder as a headrest so she could actually get some sleep, because, low and behold, the same small couple were sitting in the same airplane in seats about five rows behind them. He let out an almost too loud sigh, but relaxed.

"Oh, am I bothering you?" she teased, expecting a witty retort because that was what she always received.

"Huh? No, you're… fine. I'm just… thinking." He said, to her surprise, and sharply picked his nail, almost like a nervous habit. In some aspects, though, his answer didn't surprise her; it was his honesty.

"So stop thinking for a little bit. Just a little bit. Just relax." She spoke softly, but sternly, and returned her head to his shoulder. He slumped down a bit, but though he'd never admit it her presence did seem to make him feel more comfortable. Even though they were in business class, which was surprisingly spacious, he always felt a little cramped and tied down in airplanes. Where he sat didn't matter, he'd always feel slightly claustrophobic. Probably because once you were on and it took off, you weren't getting off. There were exits, sure, and it was fine by him if somebody else wanted to try jumping out of an airplane and survive, but he wasn't willing to do that any time soon.

"I can't stand airplanes." He muttered, more to himself than anything. He wasn't expecting a response, but somehow she always managed to hear him.

"Why?" she asked inquisitively, with genuine interest, her voice groggy from lack of sleep. He really wished from time to time that maybe she didn't hear him, or simply chose to ignore him for once. It wasn't that he minded the attention, it was the exact opposite actually (not like he himself really recognized that), it just made him feel like he was running out of secrets.

"It's the food. It sucks." He lied, turning his head away from her and slumping down even more in his seat.

"Mm." she replied, before finally closing her eyes for a much needed nap. Apparently, it was a very obvious lie. She always gave short, vague answers when she knew he was lying, and it did make him feel a little bit guilty. He thought about what she had said earlier, about him thinking too much. Over-thinking could be equally devastating as not thinking at all. If you over-think everything, your plans become too complicated, things start to become too complex, and then you start to blow things out of proportion, and everything becomes stressful and much more complicated then what it actually is. Part of the reason L liked sweets so much, so he told him, was that they relaxed him and he could think easier. But you couldn't bring food on an airplane, which included chocolate. Oh well, he certainly tried. But he was feeling rather stressed lately, and sleep was much more difficult to attain than usual, even with CL there, and that usually did the trick. They were all indicators of over-thinking, and if he kept up the pattern he'd surely form a plot hole in his plans eventually. Now that he thought about it… he was pretty tired… and the seats were pretty comfortable…

…,,,…

"I remember when we were their age…" Mello woke up when he had heard an elderly woman, whose voice was vaguely familiar, mention as she passed by his seat to the front of the airplane. He blinked a few times, wondering why everything was upside down. He blinked and pulled his head up, which was for some reason hung over the edge of the first seat, and held himself up with his arms. He was also on his back, and adding even more to his confusion, was CL lying on top of him. He then realized that the elderly woman who had just passed him was the same as the one back at the airport. Apparently she and her presumed husband decided to be the last ones out to avoid the rush, and now he and CL were the last ones on the plane.

"Hey… you should really… probably wake up now." He said, nudging her. She groaned, and the arms around his waist tightened their grip- wait, since when was her arms around his waist? She then came to the sudden conclusion that he had come to just moments earlier, and sat up, feeling even more tired then before.

They hurriedly regained their posture when they noticed a rather stern looking flight attendant approaching, grabbed their bags, and left.

Once in the hotel in Japan, they didn't even bother making it to a bed before dropping their things immediately and crashing the exact same way on the couch.

..,,,..

Matt, who had come on a later flight to finish up some business back in America, smiled warmly at the sight. But he couldn't help but wonder how a guy who had never complimented anyone in his entire life could actually manage… what Mello was currently managing right now. He noticed how almost territorial he looked, even when sleeping. Tomorrow would be an interesting day, for sure. Most likely violent, but interesting.

…,,,…

Next chapter will bring back an old character, so a little foreshadowing there. I added the airplane scene because he seems like the type of guy to over-think literally everything, which might have been one of the reasons he ultimately lost. I have no idea, really, but hey, I thought it was cute.