Disclaimer: I do not own death note, and I do not have anything against homosexuals. I'm very pro-gay... not in the sense that I want everyone to be gay, but in the sense that I'm not discriminative... I'm just digging myself a deeper hole here.


"Sorry we didn't die, Mello," the larger of the two said, "But we've got some unfinished business."

Silver gulped from behind Mello, these guys didn't exactly radiate a sense of good-will. They seemed callous and brutal.

"Even an explosion can't kill us," the smaller one said, "Although, you weren't trying to kill us, were you?" he finished taking a step toward Mello. Mello tensed and Silver clutched his jacket, staying as close to him as possible. She felt like a child.

"I see you have a guest," the larger one said. "She's pretty too," he said, arching his neck to look behind Mello.

Mello instinctively took a step backward and growled, "She's none of your business, Roy,"

"I don't know, Mello," the other one chimed in, "You owe us for trying to kill us."

"Yeah, you don't have any authority over us anymore," Roy charged.

"Leave her out of this," Mello warned again, "You are well aware of what I'm capable of."

"Really?" Skyer said, getting closer yet to Mello, "Are you armed? Because it sure doesn't look like it," he mused, "And you always were just a bundle of twigs," he said, gruffly grabbing Mello's arm, "Now what was the proper name for a bundle of twigs, Roy?"

"I believe a bundle of twigs is a faggot," Roy replied, his look sinister.

Mello's stance changed from defensive to aggressive, and Silver grabbed his hand. Mello quickly pulled away, but Roy and Skyer had already noticed. "You have feelings for this girl," Skyer said, walking over to the side to get a better look at Silver, who tried to press herself closer to Mello.

"How low," Mello scoffed, "Why are you attacking me in a Rainbow? That's got to be a new low for you guys," Mello said, appearing calm, but Silver knew that he was in a slight state of panic.

Roy scoffed and grabbed Mello's shoulder, "We have no intention of creating a ruckus inside of this establishment," he said, pushing Mello towards the back exit, "But like we said, we do have unfinished business."

"Yeah," Skyer said, grabbing Mello's other shoulder, "After you obliterated the hideout we've lost our source of income."

Silver took the opportunity that they both had their backs turned and hastily scrolled through her contacts in her phone; somebody had to be able to help them. She finally found Matt's contact and sent him a hasty text.

"Wait," Roy said, stopping, "Get the girl, Skyer. She might make negotiations… smoother," he said scarily and Silver shoved her phone into her pocket again.

Silver gulped and fought the urge to scream as Skyer grabbed her shoulder gruffly and pushed her to follow Roy and Mello. She saw him tense slightly, so she fought to remain calm. Surely Matt would be there in a minute or faster, after all the grocery store wasn't that far from their apartment.

Silver shook as she stood outside, scared out of her mind as the heavy metal object was pressed closely against her temple. She closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing while the men ranted on about the money that Mello apparently owed the two.

Silver counted the seconds as they went by, praying that Matt was just around the corner and would be there any second. Minutes went by, and she found herself doubting that he would come at all. Seven minutes had gone by. Four-hundred and twenty seconds. That had to have been enough time for him to get there… it should have only taken him thirty seconds or so. And then it dawned on her, the message didn't send. That had to be it; there was just no other explanation.

Suddenly there was a clinking sound, like loose change in a pocket, and Silver saw to her surprise that the man was taking bullets out of the revolver that had just been placed on her temple. To her horror though, he placed one bullet in the revolver and spun, taking the safety off and pressing it to her temple once more.

This time she couldn't control the wave of panic that swept through her body and accidentally let out a mangle sound that sound half like a gasp and half like a muffled scream. Mello's reaction was exactly what she had been trying to avoid: he froze and his eyes widened, Silver could tell – he was panicking, and a lot. He had stopped thinking; he was going to make a stupid mistake.

"Well where's the money," Skyer asked, pressing the gun harder against her temple and she flinched.

Mello paused for a second, trying to think, "I don't have it but,"

"Not good enough," Roy said gesturing towards Skyer.

"Wait what are you going to do?" Mello yelled back. Skyer gave a crude smile and Silver shut her eyes tightly, she could feel Skyer's finger poised over the trigger, and then he squeezed.

Click.

A tear slid down Silver's cheek, she couldn't tell if it was out of relief, panic, or the fear that she had just felt. She had honestly believed those few moments were going to be her last. She cursed inwardly, it was her fault that they were in this mess, if she'd remained calm Mello would have thought of a solution.

Suddenly there was a roaring and a screeching from outside the alleyway that the four were in and a sleek red car screamed as it skidded to a halt outside. Skyer and Roy said a few unsavory words and pointed their guns at the car.

"Show yourself!" The yelled at the car as it slowly rolled down a window. Silver's heart skipped a beat out of pure joy as she saw the familiar auburn-haired boy smile through the window, outstretching an arm with gun of his own.

"Sorry boys," He said, pausing to take aim, "But I need these two," he finished quickly shooting the two thugs in the arm. They fell down immediately and Silver looked down to see tranquilizer darts stuck in their arms.

"Horse tranquilizers," Matt said, speaking up, "Those two will be out for some time," he reflected, unlocking the doors, "And when they come to they'll be in no condition to come after us."

Silver smiled as she grabbed Mello's hand and led him to Matt's car. "Silver," he said once they were all in and heading back, "By any chance do you have an I-phone?"

"Er, yeah." She replied, digging into her pocket to take out her purple I-phone.

"Figured, had a tough time figuring out what 'hall is grog' meant. After looking at the keyboard and figuring you had autocorrect, I managed to decipher it to 'help us grocery'." He said, turning into the building where they lived.

Silver smiled sheepishly, "I was wondering what was taking you so long."

"You might want to get a new phone," he said snidely, "Or turn off auto-correct."

She grinned, "I think I should too," she finished, getting out of the car. She started walking towards the building but noticed that Mello and Matt were still in the car. She was about to call out to them when she stopped… they were talking about something important.

Silver listened carefully, trying to pick up what Matt was saying, "That was a close call," she heard him say, "Why'd you go and do that… especially today? Remember tonight," he was cut off suddenly as Mello opened the door and slammed it.

"I know," he whispered, almost to himself.


Silver lay on the couch, watching Mello. He had been watching television since they had gotten home, after the incident, but she couldn't help but notice how troubled he looked. Sure, after today anybody would have been troubled, she had almost gotten killed… but he looked especially troubled. He hadn't taken his eyes off the television, even when she had offered him something to eat. He hadn't even moved.

Suddenly he moved and took the remote, switching off the television. Silver watched as he did this, his motions almost robotic. Inhuman. Slowly, he stood up and headed for the door.

"Goodbye," he muttered, reaching for the door handle.

Silver stood up and grabbed his jacket, the one he hadn't even bothered to take off when they had gotten back. "Where are you going?" she asked him.

"Nowhere," he replied simply, reaching for the doorknob.

"No," she yelled at him, surprised by her outburst, "You can't do that. You can't just leave without an explanation, especially not after today," she yelled at him further, turning him around. "Not after everything we've been through." She finished, hitting his chest.

For a minute, he stood there unfazed. He was about to turn around and try to leave again but she stopped him, he opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he noticed the tears flowing from her eyes. He reached a single pale hand to her cheek and carefully rubbed away a tear.

"What?" She yelled at him, "I know you were going to say something, so say it!" She screamed at him, staring into his blue eyes that held an expression that she couldn't place. She hadn't ever seen it before in him, and it unnerved her. He wasn't being himself.

"My name," he said softly, looking back into her eyes, "It's," he started but stopped when she raised a hand.

"Don't," she warned, "You can tell me that when you get back, Mello," she said, choosing her words carefully, "Because you will be back."

Things were quiet for a few moments between the two, "My name," he started again but stopped when Silver hit him again.

"No!" She yelled at him, while he grabbed her hands and pulled her to him, "No," she repeated, her voice noticeably weaker, "Names are for tombstones."

"I want you to know, Silver," he said quietly, "I trust you… I… I love you."

Silver stared up at him, unsure of what he had just said, but the look in his eyes told her that he had meant what he had said. Suddenly, she stood on her toes and kissed him. Mello widened his eyes for a second when she kissed him; it was soft and quick, completely different from their last kiss. Their last kiss had been full of passion and something he had believed to be love, but this time was different in a way he couldn't fully describe. It sort of reminded him of the way a married couple would kiss… from what he had seen in town at least. It was almost like a habit, like it would always be that way, just another fact of life – there would always be twelve months in a year, the sun would always rise and set, and they would always kiss like that. They would kiss that way every single day for the rest of their lives, simple as that.

"My name," he tried again, and this time Silver didn't stop him. She knew that it was something he wanted her to know, and some part of her understood. "It's Mihael… Mihael Keehl."

Silver stood in his arms for a second longer, before turning around and staring out of the window. "Nicole," she said carefully, "Nicole Harkin," she grimaced at the sound of her real name, remembering her father. "Promise me," she said softer this time, "Promise me you'll come back."

"I promise," she heard a soft voice say from behind her, the tone was wrong. No doubt, it was Mello's voice, but something about the tone was off… it wasn't right… was he lying? Silver shrugged it off and smiled.

"And Mello, I love -" She stopped when she turned around and saw the door ajar, but Mello was no longer standing there. She dashed down the stairs, chasing the person that she never wanted to lose, and when she finally reached the doors she burst through them, just early enough to see him speed away on his motorcycle.

"You too." She finished, burying her face in her hands, already missing him more than she ever had. She knew that she couldn't keep him from leaving… that it was the right thing to let him go, but somehow she already regretted it more than anything she ever had.


"But I'm thinking of what Sarah said, that love is watching someone die…" What Sarah Said, Death Cab for Cutie


Ah yes, a chapter is finished. I am so gloomy writing this that I fear that it took a toll on the quality…. –cries- I'm so sorry loves… so, so sorry.

Frogata x 4 – Thank you for reviewing so much! I love Mello, he has grown on me… as seen from my tears. I've done a lot of crying over the past few days due to anime… so strange. The story is beginning to come to a close… I'd estimate three or so chapters left. :( I'm depressed. I'm going to go eat something sweet.

ginger123113 – Drowning in sperm isn't my preferred way to go…. O.O, well, I'm honestly really glad that you're pretty flexible on either side, you know? I mean, Silver's pullin' a serious Twilight here, and you know how that went… there's really nothing you can do :( Thanks for complimenting the story, it means much to me! Too bad it's near its close… although, I think (I'm estimating) 32 chapters is enough :)

Deadlysweetness13 – he indeed doesn't! SHE IS AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN! Yay! –eats chocolate ice cream- I sad. I hope this update was soon… 5:30 AM central time. XD

DaughterofEternity97 – glshg;skghslkhgsklghs, I love doing that. It's how I type out my manical laughs… like: hahahahhaahgfjklsh;i[lgljhg. Keep on readin'! I hope you enjoyed… I didn't. I'm a sad writer.

deepoblivion99 – I LOVE MELLO'S BIKE. IT'S EPIC. And yes… Mello is a (not so) Sophisticated english man. I quite enjoy that. –hearts- Keep reading :)

PutTheLNearTheLightYagami – I always get sunburn on vacations :( Near says hi too… I think. I wonder what he'll do when he finds out about Silver... hmm. Near also says that he loves you.

Near: What?

Me: Don't you? I'm pretty sure that they're like your only fan.

Near: What?

Me: Don't you love them?

Near: My affections are none of your business.

Me: NEAR HAS A CRUSH!

Near: -blush-

Thank you all for reading… please review. Even if it is to flame me about Mello,

With love,

Sastars429