Chapter 8: Mello's Return

Sup guys! Here is a new chapter for you! It took a little to publish this one and the last, but as soon as I was ready to start writing again, the site decided that it wouldn't let me upload.

Finally, I've been able to get somewhere in this story, hope you enjoy it!

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Time skip: 4 Months

It was a Saturday when Val nagged Gunner, Finch, Rowan, Remi and Lawliet to come to the park down the street.

"Please, I have soccer trials in 3 days, and I haven't practiced at all. Besides, we can't go swimming again, it's too cold now, please, please, please come!?" She went around poking everyone in the shoulder.

Lawliet brushed her off.

"Please, for someone of your intellect, your immaturity does not cease to surprise me."

"Oh please, you could have summed that up in 2 words; piss off." She replied.

Gunner stood up.

"I'll go, I'm going to the trials too, so I probably should practice."

"Ok, then if you're going, I may as well." Remi replied.

All 6 of them walked off to the park, Val kicking the ball around the entire way there. Once they reached the park they formed a little circle and passed it between each other.

"Hey Lawliet, did you go much sport before you came to Australia?" Rowan asked.

"Well, I participated in a few tennis competitions, but apart from that, I never liked physical activity all that match. I only did so because one of my caretakers said that some exercise was needed for my lifestyle," Lawliet received and passed the ball to Finch.

The short blond, (Finch,) gave the ball a good thwack to Val, or rather, in her direction. The ball went soaring over her head and way past her.

"I'll get it!" She yelled as she started running after it.

Lawliet had been settling in well over the past 4 months. He had become close friends with his roommates and Val, and had been succeeding in school. On top of all that, he had even picked up learning the guitar. All had been going well.

Lawliet looked up too see where Val was. She had been gone for an oddly elongated length of time now.

VAL'S P.O.V.

The ball had kept on running downhill, away from her. Oh god, this is taking for bloody ever, oh there it is.

The ball had rolled under a park bench, where a young man, no boy, roughly her own age and stopped it. He turned around, his arms stretched over the back of the chair. He had a blonde bob and fringe, which she thought was an odd combination for someone of his age and style. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of tight grey shorts.

She may or may not have been staring at him for a little too long.

"Hey, if this your?" He pointed down to the ball.

"Um, yeah," She said and she jogged towards him.

He picked it up and threw it to her.

"Thanks for that."

"No problem."

Val started walking away with the ball. The posture, style, that skinny, scrawny physique. Something was triggered in her mind. I swear that I've seen him before. That hair, that face, I know him from somewhere…Where, when?

She turned around to face him.

"Sorry if this is annoying to you, but have we met before?" She asked, tilting her head to the side to make herself seem kinder to this somewhat threatening teenager.

"Not that I remember, what's your name?"

"Valeria. You?"

"Mihael."

"Oh, ok never mind." Val turned around and started walking off. The it clicked.

I know this person, from Spain, he was in Spain, when I was younger, but I didn't know him as Mihael, no it was something else.

"Did you ever happen to go by the name Mello?"

The boy looked started, for a second, no a fraction of a second. He knew it, she knew it!

"Yeah, I Spain, like, 9 years ago! Back in Spain. For about a year, you lived in our neighbourhood. Our family helped you out a lot."

"No, I'm part Spanish, but I've never been to Spain. Sorry." He turned around trying to avoid the situation."

Valeria was a smart girl. Although maths and science may have not been her greatest subjects, the visual arts, musical, but also logic and creativity were her strong points.

"¿Qué tan bien hablas español." She asked.

"Sóló sé un poco." He replied.

"How old are you?" She turned around and stood right in front of him.

"I turn 14 last month."

I swear this was the same person, but it couldn't be. He would be in his what, almost 30 now. He couldn't be, could he?

"Sorry, never mind, you're not him." Val picked up the ball and started walking off. Half way up the hill, the other boys came running down looking for her.

"What the hell Val, what were you doing?" Finch stuck his arms out to his sides.

"Shut up, you look like a 3-year-old having a tanty." She replied. "I was just talking to that guy over there." She point slightly behind her.

LAWLIET'S P.O.V.

It was Mello. The boy Valeria had spoken to, was none other than Mello himself.

He managed to get himself killed? What other explanation is there? Mello should be 25 now.

He's in the exact same scenario as myself. Hopefully I can go unnoticed by him.

Lawliet felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around.

There was Vesta standing there, looking over at Mello, then to him.

"This is a bit of a tricky scenario, isn't it? You aren't meant to meet someone else who came back if you did so yourself." She whispered into his ear. "I'm going to have to talk to Mello, I mean, what's his name, Mihael later as well, otherwise, who knows what he might say."

Valeria continued.

"He seemed nice enough, a little rude, though. Hey Lawliet, are you ok? Helloooo?"

She waved a hand in front of his face. Whist he was listening to Vesta, he had zoned out of the conversation.

I have to stop doing that, people will begin to suspect something peculiar about me.

"Yes, Val, I heard you."