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ILoveSiriusBlack4 (love the name by the way)
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Also thank you to MissB and Lighteclair13 for the comments!
Sorry for not updating in the past few weeks, truth is I've been kind of sad. I don't let that affect my writing or anything else though, so here's a new chapter! And I'm already working on the Next one! I might even upload that early; we will see how it goes with the reviews and stuff.
How to read:
Okay this chapter not only has a dream, which I also decided to do in italics, but includes a scene from the anime. Please please please please please as tempted as you are to skip it, there will be things in it which are not in the anime, I mean it's up to you but you might not know what I'm talking about later in the story.
Also I figured out I must do a disclaimer saying I don't own the story and stuff, sooooooo since I am incredibly lazy…
*poof*
L: Where am I?
Me: L! Welcome to my story! You are going to do the disclaimer for us!
L: Us? I don't see anyone else here!
Me: -_- Oh my god L, keep the smartness for when you're trying to catch Kira. Please do the disclaimer, I have cake.
L: CAKE? What kind of cake?
Me: Strawberry
L: ON IT! DarkWhispers112 does not own anything, apart from the OC Beth.
Head in the game
'Dad?' She sobbed as she walked further and further into the darkness until it completely consumed her. It was swarming, wrapping itself around her body, through each one of her fingers. The further she walked, the more isolated she became to the outside world.
'Dad? Where are you?'
She wiped the tears away but they did not stop flowing. It was hopeless. It was too late. She will never find him.
'Please… somebody. Dad… Please I-' But she never got to finish. Something distracted her.
It came rushing towards her, the bright light. Fear struck her: 'what is this?' She whispered to herself both mesmerised and terrified by the dazzling beam. But her fascination faded as quickly as it started, as she realised what it was.
'NOOOOOOOOOO' she cried as the car struck her.
I sat up in my bed with a jolt. A nightmare.
I have been unable to sleep soundly ever since I was forced to stay in the base.
I slowly got out of bed. It creaked loudly enough to wake up the dead, but I didn't care. I rubbed my eyes, the tears had been real. The need to wash them away took over so I decided to head for the only place I knew contained a sink: the bathroom.
Sleepily, I threw on my warm jacket and boots, and made my way down the hallway towards it. It was the most inconvenient bathroom ever, not only was it miles away from my room, it was also covered with grime and had a funny smell to it AND on top of everything, didn't have a lock, as already discussed with Mello. Brilliant.
Nevertheless, ignoring all those facts, I turned on the cold tap and splashed water across my face, clearing away any sleep and dry tears. I then realised I didn't bring a towel with me, so I settled for some toilet paper which lay on the counter beside the sink. After that and a quick glance in the mirror I headed for the kitchen. When I was still living with my father, I had a habit of getting up to raid the fridge for a midnight snack.
Another thing that now got on my nerves was how the kitchen was in the complete opposite direction to the bathroom. I walked back, past my room, made a left turn and I was finally there. I opened the fridge and checked it out; it didn't contain anything I would like to my disappointment. Nothing I could eat quickly anyway, only some raw veg, a bowl full of some kind of yucky fat and endless jars of tinned food.
'What are you doing up?' A voice said behind me. Mello.
My stomach turned and suddenly I became nervous. I've been staying in the base for a week now and made sure I stayed out of his way most of the time. He made my blood boil whenever I saw him. Why was I getting nervous around this guy anyway? I told myself to not get intimidated by him.
'I could ask you the same question.' I quickly closed the fridge door and turned to face him, not expecting what I was about to see AT ALL. My cheeks instantly lit up a bright red colour.
He worse nothing but pyjama bottoms: shirt was off, revealing his toned torso. I couldn't help but scan my eyes over his body, HEY, I'm a girl after all. He had impressive abs, however I concluded that I've seen better. He must have realised what I was checking him out, as he shifted uncomfortably. Feeling my cheeks heat up again from embarrassment I looked away.
'I asked you first.' He argued, making me snap out of whatever crazy daze I was in before.
'Couldn't sleep.'
'Me neither.'
'Yep.'
Silence followed. I got more and more nervous by the second, and I didn't know why.
He walked past me and opened the fridge.
'You won't find anything nice in there,' I muttered thinking out loud.
He dug past jars, put the bowl aside not bothered by its disgustingness and ruffled around looking for something. I watched curiously as he took a big chocolate bar out from behind all of the fridges contents. 'That's what you think.' he smirked.
I felt myself giggle, 'You hide your chocolate?'
'Around here, you have to.' He shrugged and took a bite.
'So, why don't you just keep it in your room?' I raised an eyebrow at him.
He took another bite and spoke with his mouth full 'Nowhere to put it. Well, nowhere that wouldn't be obvious.'
I felt my stomach rumble and my cheeks heat up once again. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. 'Umm… Can I… Maybe, just umm... Have a bite of that?' I proposed watching his expression change to worry. Not the kind of worry you are thinking of, the kind of worry a mother has when something is about to happen to her baby.
He thought about it for a second. 'No.' he said. I looked down at my feet and heard him add 'Sorry' sheepishly.
I frowned pretending to be extremely hurt at this. He then did something which really surprised me: he rolled his eyes, snapped off the smallest bit of chocolate I ever saw and reluctantly handed it to me. 'Fine, whatever'
'Thank you!' I smiled warmly and took it from him. Then I realised this was probably the only time he was going to be nice to me.
I put the chocolate in my mouth. The piece of chocolate was better than any of the chocolate I ate in the past; I even closed my eyes while chewing it. When I opened them, I found Mello looking at me, as if asking for my opinion, to which I responded with a thumbs up.
He looked down and smiled 'You know…' he began, 'this is the first time I've ever shared my chocolate with anyone...'
I stood there unsure of what to say. Was he being serious? I wanted to think this was a joke, I mean c'mon! 'Really?' Was all I could say.
'Yeah' he looked back up at me finishing his last piece. Well that went quickly; he sure had his way with chocolate. Suddenly his expression changed, to his usual: annoyed. 'You should get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day.'
Right.
The plan was taking action tomorrow, we were kidnapping Takimura. Suddenly, Mello scrunched up his chocolate wrapper, threw it in the bin, pushed past me, out of the kitchen and down an empty corridor. 'I'm off,' He said quietly before disappearing.
I smiled to myself, I think I got it all wrong. He's nice once you get past the whole bad boy act.
'He's here.' Rod informed the other men. 'Snyder, stay here and keep an eye on the girl,' He gestured towards me, 'Miller, Skyer and the rest follow me to where Takimura is. Mello's about to arrive.'
So he succeeded. This was lunacy. This was not happening. Okay, I knew they were the mafia. I knew they went to extreme measures to get what they want. I knew they didn't care about endangering others' lives... but this was too much. What was the worst thing of all is I could do absolutely nothing.
While everyone but Snyder left the room, I sat on the couch. I needed to think of a way to help this guy, but I couldn't do anything with Snyder in the room. Hell, I probably couldn't do anything if he wasn't in the room either. But the best I could think of, was at least trying to listen in on the interrogation. I wandered would they take him captive too? Force him to work with the mafia? Or would they simply get all the information they could out of him and then kill him?
As much as I wanted to know I couldn't do anything. So I just had to deal with waiting here for a while. Right?
If you think I'd actually do that you didn't know me very well.
I stood up and quietly made my way for the door, trying not to disturb Snyder who had a newspaper in his hands. But to no avail.
'Where do you think you're going?' he said not looking up from the paper. Dammit, I guess I was louder than I thought. I had to think fast.
'The toilet, relax I'll be back here in a jiffy.' I said.
He turned the page of his paper, 'whatever.'
He fell for it! I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I'm just that brilliant! Not.
I walked down the hall, where could they have put this guy? Then I remembered the time I was brought to the base at first they put me in… The basement! Is that where they keep all of their hostages? I thought.
Just as I was about to make my way down, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I turned around and met the face of Mello. 'What are you doing here?' He asked coldly. Wow, so much for what happened last night. I wandered did he even remember that I'm the first person he shared chocolate with? Maybe he was sleepwalking? I snickered to myself. Or maybe he was just in a permanently grumpy mood. Yeah that's probably it.
'What does it look like I'm doing? Trying to find Takimura... Is that a feather boa?'
His face was PRICELESS, however he didn't appreciate what I just said at all, and responded with a very angry 'Get back to the main room right now, I thought I told you not to snoop around for information!'
And there. There it is: the blood boiling. 'I'm hardly snooping around, I'm part of this too now. And I think I am allowed to check up on the hostages we take.' I insisted.
'Nobody cares what you think,' He rolled his eyes, then grabbed my hand and started dragging me in the other direction. I immediately began to struggle.
'Let. Go. Of. Me!' I argued while struggling to get out of his grasp. That didn't work so instead I began hitting his arm lightly, which made him even angrier.
'Oh for the love of god, FINE! You're nothing but trouble! Come with me and keep quiet. If you say a word, I'll throw you out.'
I shrieked a happy 'Yay!' to which he responded with a 'shut up.' and followed him down the corridor.
As soon as we got to the set of stairs before the basement, Rod joined us. 'Hey, I thought she was supposed to stay in the main room?' he questioned Mello who just shrugged saying I insisted on going and that I will keep quiet. Rod nodded. It was hard to think such a big guy was following orders from an 18 year old. But then again, Mello was intimidating, even I had to admit.
We made our way down the stairs. Mello walked ahead of both of us of course taking out a chocolate bar, looking as if he owns the place. The door slid open with a loud sound and we walked in.
I remembered this room all too well. Takimura was tied up on a much more comfortable looking chair than the one I was kept on. Two other Mafiosi were in the room. We stopped walking and Mello took a loud bite of his chocolate bar, which echoed across the room for a couple of seconds before dying down.
Rod spoke first, 'Has he decided to say anything yet?'
'He told us the Japanese police had a wimp out on Kira. Looks like right now the only ones who are officially working for L are Soichiro Yagami, Kanzo Mogi and Touta Matsuda. Isn't that right?' the first mafia man addressed first us then Takimura.
Takimura, in the most broken and tired voice I've heard anyone use groaned, 'Yeah, there was also Ukita but he was killed by Kira.'
'Right, and as his top cop you didn't know this notebook even existed?' The mafia guy spat. 'Or that you had it?'
Takimura simply kept his head down and didn't reply while the guy beside him laughed, calling the police a joke. In all fairness, I had to agree with him. I mean you'd think they will tell they own boss how the investigation was going.
Mello walked up to Takimura. 'Of all the investigators on the Task Force, deputy director Yagami would be the highest ranking right?' He kept his voice plain and simple, as if he was just having a chat with the hostage.
I felt so sorry for the poor guy! I wanted to help him so much at that point! I began to walk closer to him but Rod held his arm out in front of me to stop me doing so.
Takimura shifted a little and replied with an uncomfortable 'Y-yeah.' Seriously poor guy.
Even though could only see his back, I could tell Mello took a bite of his chocolate bar. He then, dramatically, raised his finger in the air. 'My theory is that there are two notebooks out there.' He began what I could tell will be a long speech. 'One of them is within Kiras possession; the other is with the NPA.'
Hmm, maybe I underestimated him. How did he figure all of this out?
Mello made his hand into a fist and brought it down, continuing 'we're gonna take both of them.'
I couldn't take this anymore, I had to say something. 'How are you planning to do that? If it's hard to steal it from the NPA, it's gonna be even harder to steal it from Kira!'
Rod answered for him, 'Don't worry, as long as we do what Mello says there'll be no mistakes. It's been about a year and a half since he joined us and in that entire time he's never been wrong about anything.' He assured me. How could he be so sure? Never been wrong, that's bullshit! My next question was a very valid one.
'And what exactly, do you want the notebook for?' I wondered.
'Exactly my thoughts,' The second Mafiosi agreed with me, 'if he was able to bring us the head of a mafia boss that even Kira himself couldn't kill, why would he need the notebook in the first place?'
My eyes widened in shock. Did I mishear that? The head of a Mafia boss? He actually… he just…'You did WHAT?' I couldn't help but blurt out in the end. Mello ignored my question, which made me irritated.
His answer I didn't expect at all. 'It's not just the notebook I'm after, I want to eliminate my competition.' He scrunched up the leftover wrapper of his chocolate… Hey, when had he eaten that? 'I will be the best! I don't care what it takes. I'll beat Near by any means necessary.' Ooh, so this is what it's all about. Why did he care so much about being ahead of Near? Talk about an inferiority complex!
'Mello...' I started, 'You don't have to do this to beat Near.' Yeah cause Near is better anyway! I think…
'Oh yes I do. And I will kill anyone that gets in my way.' He grumbled then put the scrunched up wrapper in his pocket and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind.
'Anger issues?' I asked the mafia members, who didn't find it at all funny.
'Whatever,' Rod rolled his eyes. 'It's only a matter of time before the police give in and give us their notebook in exchange for Takimura. All we have to do is wait.'
'And what happens if the police don't? Agree for the exchange I mean. ' I asked nervously, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
Deep down I already knew anyway… 'Then we kill the hostage.' Rod smirked, and with that walked out the room. He gestured for me to follow but I froze. I couldn't let them kill him, he has done nothing wrong and he was an innocent human being and didn't deserve this! 'Don't look so worried, kid.' The second mafia man said 'they will give in most likely.'
I hung my head down sadly and exited the room.
I wasn't sure what I was doing... or why. But I wanted to know. No, more like I needed to know. It has been bothering me ever since the interrogation a couple of hours ago, that and like a million other things, but this is the one thing I could not bear not knowing.
I stopped in front of the door I was sure was Mello's and hesitantly knocked on the door.
It swung open so quickly it gave me a fright, and an irritated Mello sneered 'what the hell do you want?'
I stood there not sure what to say, to which he just rolled his eyes 'I'm in a bad mood so talk or go away.'
'Umm.. I was just wandering… you know the whole story with the head of the mafia boss? I kind of was thought, well,' I looked down at my hands. I wasn't sure why I wanted to know this so badly but it caught my interest.
'You want me to tell you the story?' he finished for me.
'Yeah,' I looked back up at him with pleading eyes. Why am I being so nice to him? 'Is this a bad time? I could come back again, it just sounded interesting.'
He shrugged then stepped aside to let me into his room. It was a little bigger, and I suppose you could say cleaner than mine. And unlike me he had a bed stand which had a red rosary on it.
I was surprised by him letting me in, especially when he closed the door but I decided not to question it in case he changed his mind. Without turning towards me, he began: 'When I first came to the mafia, I put forward this preposition: they benefit from my intelligence and I benefit from their supplies. They all laughed at me, I was just a kid. They had no idea what I was capable of. So of course the answer I received immediately was no. they even threatened to shoot me. I asked how I could prove myself.'
While listening to the story I couldn't help but stare at that rosary. It was beautiful in my opinion, I wander did he own it, or did he just find it? He turned around now and looked at me I took a seat on his bed, first unsure that it's okay but then as I realised he didn't care, finally settled.
'They said I had to bring them the head of the rival gangs' boss.' He finished.
I bounced up and down on Mello's bed with excitement. 'Wow, how did you do it? Was it dangerous? What am I saying of course it was dangerous! Oh my god tell me tell me tell me!'
I could tell Mello has had enough of me. I didn't blame him to be honest. 'That's it.' he said, 'get out!' he opened the door and gestured for me to exit.
'No, wait!' I protested. 'Why won't you tell me the rest? I want to know.'
'Too bad. It's nearly time to call your boyfriend anyway.'
My cheeks turned a bright crimson colour. My heart beat faster at the thought of Near being my boyfriend. 'Nears not my boyfriend!' I said quickly.
'Good- I mean whatever.' He exclaimed.
What? I was so confused for a moment, did he just said GOOD to Near not being my boyfriend? I heard him say it, but did he actually say it? 'What does 'good' mean anyway?'
'Get out!' He yelled again, grabbing me and shoving me out the door, he then slammed it behind me.
He was such a confusing human being. Seriously, first he wants to tell me the story, then he calls Near my boyfriend, which I had to admit I enjoyed. Then he yells at me and roughly shoves me out the door? Talk about a hormonal teenager! Thank god my years of teenage hood were much milder.
I walked to the main room where I was to call Near, and checked out the clock. Ten minutes until I was supposed to call and boy was it going to be awkward since Mello had to sit in at these phone calls.
AN: Alright a little shorter than usual, and I actually don't think it turned out that well, but I'll leave that for the readers to judge. And Near will be in the next chapter ^_^
L: So where's my cake?
Me: I didn't actually have cake mwuahahahaha *fails at evil laugh*
L: :(
Me: I do have some chocolate though, if you want that?
Mello: Chocolate? Did you say CHOCOLATE?
Me: O.o when did you get here?
Please review and favourite and follow, Mello is sharing his chocolate for the second time with those that do.
Mello: No I am not!
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