A.N
I now have a joint account with Moonlight and Music under the name M-M's and cigarettes. Go look.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Matt
"M, we have a job for you." I sighed, turning around in my office to chair to face the glowing laptop screen. I thought I turned the damn thing off for the night. Apparently I was wrong.
"I'm not working tonight Rod, fuck off." I told him calmly, jamming a cigarette into my mouth and lighting the tip, taking a grateful drag as nicotine released itself into my system.
"I don't care. You need to meet him, he needs the names of the New York members and we can't risk sending them through a fucking computer so get off your lazy fucking ass and get down to the corner of tenth. Now!" Rod snapped, disconnecting the call. My laptop screen flashed back to the picture of Mario chasing Peach. I sighed, stubbing out half the cigarette that I had yet to finish and grabbed my furry jacket stepping out into the warm Californian air.
I moved to America a few years after Mello left. For the first few weeks I hoped he would come back but as time dragged on it became clear that he wouldn't. It still didn't stop me staring out the arched windows down at the gravel driveway, just in case. But to no avail. I tracked him to the U.S.A but then the blonde disappeared into the unwashed masses. With nowhere else to turn I resorted to using my hacking skills for the only thing I knew. The mafia. It wasn't all bad, one look at what I could do and they hired me on the spot, the only initiation being shooting some subordinate in the head.
The gun felt warm in my hand after, my face flecked with blood. Pushing my googles from my face I tossed the gun at Rod's feet, using my sleeve to dab away the spots of scarlet liquid on my skin.
I got hired though.
Walking down the street, I leaned against the puce coloured post, the lettering clearly stating 'Tenth street'. Sticking another cigarette in my mouth, I turned lazily at the tap on my shoulder.
"Yeah?" I yawned without turning around.
"Don't 'yeah' me you little bitch." A cold voice snapped. "Turn the fuck around you nerdy ass gamer."
I bit back a growl, fingers clenching in my leather gloves as I turned around to face the arrogant prick who decided to talk to me in such a demeaning way.
And I bit back a gasp, eyes wide.
"I believe hello would be nice." Mello smirked, crossing his arms across his leather clad chest. Leather. All over. He had allowed his hair to grow out, slightly shaggier than usual but the same smirk still graced his face as he lent against the wall, almost laughing at my dumbfounded expression.
"Yeah...hi..." I gasped weakly. He rolled his eyes, diving his hand into his leather pants and removed a bar of chocolate, slitting it open and breaking it off with a snap.
"You grew up hot Mattie." He grinned, pulling my goggles forwards slightly, letting them snap back into my mess of crimson hair. "Still, I was meaning to call...I got busy." He indicated to his form fitting attire. "So, those names?" He asked innocently, blue eyes widening as he stretched his hand out for the paper. I growled, clipping his head.
"You cannot disappear for four years then expect everything to go back to normal Mello." I snapped, folding my arms across my chest, doing my best to keep the glower on my face.
"...So no names?"
"No. You can at least buy me coffee first." I grumbled, stubbing the cigarette out on the post. It was going to be a long day.
