ALL YOU HAVE

Chapter Four:

Reunited

A.N. So, I don't know how updates will be, because either this weekend or next weekend (I'm still trying to figure it out, because plans are being made, and I'm getting confused), I'm going up to my grandparent's place for the summer. I'll be taking my laptop with me, but I don't know how much I'll be on it.

I sighed as soon as we reached the LA branch hideout. This one was the most run-down, and in my opinion, it's pretty damn obvious it's a mafia hideout. I mean, how difficult would it be to disguise the place!?

...Fucking men. Can't use their brains for anything.

"What?" Dimitri asked, making me realize that I had said that out loud.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, "just thinking out loud."

Heaving my weight against the door, I forced it open before walking inside. There wasn't any point in closing it, because Dimitri still had to get inside, and I knew he'd close it.

It was only a few steps before I found myself looking down the barrel of a gun.

"I mean you no harm," I said calmly. "I have business here."

"What is it?" the one holding the gun asked. I recognized the voice.

"Jack Neylon, I'm surprised you don't remember me," I said. "After all, you were the one who greeted me upon my last visit."

"Who the hell are you?" Jack asked.

Smirking, I decided to lower my hood. "Now do you remember me?"

Nodding, Jack lowered his gun and walked in the opposite direction. I followed him through cement hallways, into a room furnished with a few couches, a table, a large rug, a crystal chandelier, and a few computers.

"Boss," Jack said, "the Crimson Butterfly is here."

A large man turned around to face me. This man was Rod Ross; my father's greatest rival. Things weren't quite as bad between us, but I don't trust him, and I know he doesn't trust me much.

"What're you doing here?" he asked. "I didn't think that the check-in was this soon."

"It's not," I replied. "I have business that needs to be taken care of. Also, I believe you have a new addition, am I right?"

Rod nodded. "Mello, the big boss is here for ya," he said. From the far end of the room, someone stood up. He wore leather pants, a leather vest, and had blonde hair cut in a somewhat girly way.

Yup, this was definitely my brother.

"Follow me," I said, hiding the excitement in my voice. I sure was right though; the years have changed him a lot, too. He still has the same hair and eye color (no shit), haircut, and still wears all black, but that's it. Everything else about him is different.

As I started walking to a room far enough away for my liking, I could hear footsteps behind me, signalling that Mihael and Dimitri were following me.

"Dimitri, wait out here," I said, opening the door. He nodded, and stood by the door when Mihael and I were inside.

"So, what does the 'Crimson Butterfly' want with me?" my brother asked.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Mihael," I said, hoping that using his real name would be enough to make him realize who I was.

"Anya!?" Mihael hissed. Laughing slightly, I nodded. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I'll explain the first part later," I said. "As for how I found you... On our birthday, I got a call from someone who calls himself Matt. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about."

"Yeah, he was my roommate at Wammy's."

"Well he had called me, saying that you ran away a couple weeks beforehand. About a week later, Misha noticed that the LA branch had a new member, so he brought up the file for me to see. And then, even though you weren't using your real name, I could tell it was you."

Mihael just sighed. "Listen," he said, "thanks to Kira, there's something you really shouldn't do. Unless it's just the two of us, and you're completely certain that there are no cameras or wire taps, you have to make sure you call me Mello. Just as I won't call you Anya. It's too risky, and even a single slip-up could cost us our lives."

"I'm well aware of the risk," I retorted. "I've been hiding from Kira ever since he started killing Russians. Also, call me Alexis. I'll use that as my alias. By the way, who's death was it that caused you to leave Wammy's House?"

I watched as he tensed visibly. "I'm surprised Matt told you that much," he said. "If you must ask, it was L's."

This time it was my turn to be in shock. I knew full well who L was, and with him dead, that only made Kira an even bigger threat. "That explains why Kira's been more active lately," I said. "The only thing stopping him is out of the way."

"Not quite," Mihael said. "There's still me, Near, and the rest of Wammy's House to go through first."

"And me," I said. "Like hell I'm letting Kira be in charge."

"You're just afraid of dying," Mihael joked.

"Fuck off," I retorted. "I'm not afraid of dying, I just have some deaths to avenge first."

A.N. Yes, I know, still a somewhat short chapter. However, in my quest to make this story slow down a bit, some chapters must be shorter.

Overall, tell me how I did though. I don't feel like I did the best job at keeping Mello in character, to be honest.

I don't really know what to add in this note, but at the same time, I don't want to get rid of it. And so, I'm just gonna say random things.

For my Major Science Test today, we had 50 minutes to write the test. At the end of the first 20, I had finished my test and checked it roughly 5 times. So, I just spent the next half hour writing the lyrics for Coffin, Knives and Pens, Perfect Weapon, and The Mortician's Daughter on the back of the last page.

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