"So…"

"Yes Rebel?"

"Yeah, hey…"

"What's up?"

"I don't know if it maybe slipped your mind…"

"What slipped my mind?"

"Oh you know…nothing, the usual."

"Which is?"

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU JOINED THE FUCKING MAFIA?!" I scream at the guys. We arrived at this underground place in the middle of the desert and then I sort of figured out the rest when all of these huge scary dudes kept calling Matt and Mello "boss".

"Sorry it never really came up I guess. Remember we're just seeing you now, and it's been a few years." Matt said.

"Yeah well…" I say lamely.

"Yeah well get off your lazy ass and come meet the guys," Mello says pulling me towards the group of wrestlers. They sat, dispersed throughout a humid room sitting on red furniture talking in big deep macho voices.

"Hey I'm not lazy, I'm highly motivated not to do anything," I say glancing towards Matt, who was fiddling away on his DS.

"If anyone's lazy it's Matt, sitting over there being useless," I say, sparking a reaction from him.

"Hey I'm not useless! I can be used as a bad example!"

Whatever floats your boat, Matt.

Mello pulled me over to the guys and introduced me.

"Men, this is Rebel, she is off limits, Antonio, and she will be staying with us and helping us retrieve the Death note. Treat her with respect or else."

Mello leans down and whispers in my ear, "Don't worry, these guys aren't half as badass as they look or claim to be."

I nod and flash a smile.

A tall man with reddish brown skin slinked over to me and gave me a Cheshire cat grin.

"Mi nombre es Antonio, tu eres muy bonita," he said while kissing the back of my hand.

"Gracias," I reply blushing.

"Hablas espanol?

"Muy poco."

"Que lastima! Hablas perfecto."

"Gracias."

"Quieres ayudate?"

"Por favor! Gracias!"

"De nada."

Mello looked angry, "Yeah, be careful about Antonio. He's a real pervert."

Next a huge tall guy with muscles the size of mountains, and scruffy red hair and a beard came up to introduce himself in a thick Irish accent.

"My name is Cleveland. You may call me Cleveland. Do not call me "you", "dog", "bomdiggity", "partner", "BFF", or "dude". Teenagers talk nowadays is just awful. I understand none of it."

"Cleveland is a big softy," Mello says, "He loves musicals, and I'm sure the guys here would love to listen to your music. Matt and I sort of broke into the headquarters while you guys were out and we took all of your stuff. It's in your room."

That's a nice surprise.

I stay quiet and listen to the others talk, trying to memorize names and faces.

The younger one, Nigel, kept sagging his pants.

And an older man with a dark leathery face was giving him a hard time about it.

"Son, pull up those pants! No one wants to see your tiny butt."
"Naw man, that's the style."

"Pull up those pants, can't you afford a belt? Bet you can't even afford a car! How are you gonna do a drive by when you're busy holding up those pants while riding your bike huh?"

"No, my man this is the style."

"Yeah, the prison style. You tryin' to be some sort of gangster boy? I get it son, I get you probably can't even afford bullets to use that gun. You can't even afford a car, you drive your girlfriend's car! You ask your mama for her keys boy?"

"No, old man you don't get it."

"Can't afford a belt, can't afford a car, heck you can't even afford pants that fit!"

Nigel turned red and stalked off out of the room.

Cleveland, seemed to not have even noticed the little incident. He was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed rocking back and forth, humming "The Sound of Music".

We all turned to look at him. He looked half insane, and half like a giant fuzzy red teddy bear that I just want to squeeze.

I turned to Mello and asked him to go plug in my iPod and put it on shuffle.

Before long, the room was filled with music.

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (A man after midnight)

Cleveland woke from his strange trance and smiled wide eyed.

He began singing along with the tune.

Nigel then came out of his room, "Hey I can hear your music."

"You're welcome," I reply.

"But hey I don't like this song," he complained, his voice sounding whiny.

"Hey, remember when I asked you for your opinion?"

He stared at me blankly.

"Yeah, me neither."

We listen to a few more songs before I decide that I need to go to bed.

Matt points to my room and I nearly jump out of my skin when I see Beyond sitting on my bed.

"Hmmm that first song was very provocative you know; a man after midnight could be a killer…"

"What the hell Uncle B," I whisper. I had forgotten about him.

"Well Shrimp, I told you that you'd see them soon, did I not? How was it?"

"Good," I reply.

"Did you know that the Task Force is freaking out?"

"I'm sure, so how are we supposed to get the Death Note from Light?"

"You will come up with something."

"Yeah, I hope."

I climb into bed and close my eyes drifting into a surprisingly peaceful sleep.

But I'm awakened by a loud pounding.

I tried to block out the noise with my pillow, but it was insistent.

Padding out of bed, half asleep I make my way to the guys.

They are all huddled in the corner of the room and the pounding is coming from the front door. "HI, MISS REBEL!" Cleveland waves at me.

"Shut up idiot!" Nigel says.

Nigel is then slapped on the back of the head by Mike.

"Shh, no talking!"

"Hey you just talked!" And before I know it, all the guys are shushing and slapping each other.

"GUYS!" I whisper.

"Oh, hey Rebel, were you sleeping?" Matt asks.

"No I was sky diving."

"Someone is at the door," Mello says, and I give him a no-duh look. "So you're supposed to answer it, not hide in a corner," I say.

Another loud pound makes the door shake and I even jump a little bit. The pounding gets even harder and louder. Until…


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