Ooh, two reviews already, how exciting. I didn't think anyone would have found it interesting yet. But hey, I'm not complaining. It's going to get oh-so-interesting soon though. I'm writing it on paper first, I'm going on fourteen pages now... What's that I hear? Squealy fangirls in the future? Oh yes, yes indeed.
Maybe even squealy fanboys too, I'm not one to judge, haha.
...I will shut up now.
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The building was very old. It was caving in at some parts, even. The stones had patches of unidentifiable growths here and there. It was scheduled to be demolished next month, and nobody ever went there.
Making it a perfect hiding place for Mello and the mafia members he had joined forces with.
On the inside, it was not much better... but they made due with what they had. Old furniture, which included second- or third-hand tables and chairs, and even a massive, loathsome couch that was zebra-striped and had definitely been thrown out previously with good reason. On said couch sat a few men, one of which looked to be around his late late teens or early twenties. He wore a black vest, shiny black leather pants, black leather gloves, and had shoulder-length blonde hair. Mello also wore a silver cross both around his neck and around his wrist... he was not necessarily a religious man, he just liked the aesthetic value of such a shape. He also liked chocolate.
Mello was watching the monitors. There were quite a few of them, stacked at the front of this room, and on one in particular there was movement. He focused his attention on this one. Leaning forward towards the screen, he saw the fuzzy silhouette of a man strolling outside... which was odd, seeing as the building wasn't quite on the side of the street, it was further back in an alley that nobody ever really ventures down. The figure stopped. Mello's eyes narrowed, wondering who it may be. Hoping that the person would just continue on his way.
But he didn't. The stranger began looking around, snooping... investigating? This was not good. Not at all. Mello motioned to a man nearby, a dark-skinned man with yellow dreadlocks.
"Take care of this guy."
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Matsuda turned the corner and began down the alley. It's dark back here... he thought. The faint smell of garbage emanated from the bins lining the alley, which brought up a random sentence to his mind... America smells bad.
He almost passed the building, but stopped just in time. This is it, he thought to himself, suddenly feeling very anxious. He saw windows on the side of the building a few feet away, and looked around for cameras. Finding none (for he hadn't thought to look very far up) he walked slowly to the window, trying not to make a sound. He loosened his tie and took a deep breath, ready to take a small peek... when someone much bigger than himself grabbed him and put a cloth over his mouth and nose with one swift motion. Matsuda panicked, of course, and let out his air... only to breathe back in again through what he realized was a rag soaked in chloroform. He held his breath, hoping he hadn't taken in too much, but his head was already feeling rather funny...
Remembering the distress button on his belt, Matsuda reached for it. This being multi-tasking for him, he forgot to hold his breath. His arms felt like ramen noodles and he couldn't quite control them enough to reach his belt, becoming progressively more disoriented... and in seconds everything went black.
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The man with dreadlocks entered the main room again, with Matsuda carelessly swung over his shoulder. Mello cracked a smile at the sight.
"He looks familiar. Check his coat pockets," he said, waving the hand that wasn't occupied with a chocolate bar. The man obeyed, pulling out a watch, a wallet, and a police badge. The last item was what caught the onlookers' attention. Mello jumped up off the cough and grabbed the badge, and unfolded the casing to look at the ID card. "Toss me his wallet."
The wallet also contained an ID card. A driver's license... and the name on it was different. "I'm guessing that the name on his work ID is an alias," Mello said. "This guy's name is Touta Matsuda." He paused for a few seconds, making connections in his mind. "He works for L."
The room was completely silent.
"...What do we do with him now?"
Mello grinned. "Keep him for questioning." This was actually amazing luck. He could ask for all sorts of information. Who was L. What had the Japanese task force found out about Kira and the notebooks. Where was headquarters. Of course, Mello knew that the man would not talk right away and spill all the secrets. But that was okay.
He would talk eventually.
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Uhuhu. Don't worry, Matsuda will be conscious in the next chapter, and he will meet the infamous Mello. And it will be interesting. Hm, I use that word a lot...
