Author's Note= If there are any mistakes, it's because I was to lazy to wait for my beta to finish beta-ing it and edited it myself... wait doesn't that make me not-lazy? Ah, well, who cares. But ya, sorry It's late, it was a bitch to type up... And for Rin, the awkward moment should be in the next chapter.
Author's Note= Edit, I'm now replacing this with the version that my Beta reader… Beta'd…. And the 4th chapter is being written! ^.^
~Mello's POV~
I let out an aggravated sigh as I leaned back against the zebra striped couch. I had only managed to manually match the DNA of the semen as Matt's. Whammy's had deleted his file, but I already had a printed out copy, therefore leaving me to match the markers myself. That didn't change the fact that it was Matt's DNA. That only brings one question.
Why was hacker Matt's jizz sprayed across the side of the bath tub?
My eyes widened as I came to a conclusion. I sat bolt upright.
"Got something, Mello?" Rod asked. He was lounging around. Snyder, Paul, and a few other guys from the gang were also in the room.
Say, this table is about the height of the tub, is it not? I eyed the table before standing up. I motioned to one of the whores in the room, and as she was slinking towards me, trying to be seductive, I stopped and dismissed her.
"Not your type, Mello?" Snyder snickered; I knew what he was implying.
With a smile full of fake innocence and eyes filled with malice, I spoke in a sickly sweet voice. "Snyder, do me a favor?" I paused to blink at his expression; pure horror. "Take off your pants and bend over the table."
"What? Hell n-"
"Do it." Rod was grinning; he always enjoyed watching my plans unfold. Apparently I was entertaining, not that I minded. Reluctantly, Snyder shed his pants, and standing in only his boxers, he bent over the table.
"I meant all of it. So that means boxers off," I stated icily. Everyone knew I was gay, but they wouldn't dare say anything, the cowards.
Shooting me what was supposed to be a death glare, I nearly laughed, but refrained from doing so. I just grinned instead. Standing on his knees, Snyder pulled down his boxers, revealing his junk.
I really... really, really, really did not need to see that (Even though I sort of asked for it...).
Snyder is now leaning over the table and looking like he just ate a lemon. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
His question mildly surprised me. That is, before I burst out laughing. Did he actually think I'd fuck his ugly ass? Leaning down near his face, I tell him and the rest of the guys the truth and The Plan. Yes, The Plan.
"You, Snyder, have just proved my theory," grinning and patting his back, I stand up straight and pull a chocolate bar out of the bowl; my bowl.
"Explain it to us, Mello." Rod said, shifting his position and preparing for a story.
"I think Matt is the Bl00derz' whore. I found semen on the side of the bath tub in his apartment. It matched his DNA. Also the note Snyder and Paul found says that they didn't know that Matt could hack. Not to mention it said that the 'Boss likes exotic colors' which makes sense." When I was finished, they all seemed to understand ... but you never know...
Snyder snorted, "And how do you fucking expect us to get him?"
"There are two things. First, I was about to tell you how. And second," I smirked, "you can pull your pants up any time now, that is unless you enjoy that position." At the last comment, he bolted upright and pulled his boxers up, then stood up and put his pants back on. Rod made a motion for me to finish.
"We need to buy him."
"Who in the fuck do you think is going to pay for him?" Snyder, still bitter from my comment (seriously get over it dipshit), hissed.
Rod Ross having enough humor to make a joke (and save himself money, I wonder if he planned that?) decided. "You will Snyder." A crooked grin was etched on his features. "How much would you pay for a red whore, Mello?"
"We should take more than necessary… say, around five grand." At the amount I suggested, Snyder's eyes widened and Rod burst out laughing.
"You'll have it tomorrow, Snyder," I sneered. "That's when we'll move."
"W-why so soon?" Snyder stuttered.
"The Bl00derz now know of his hacking talents. I don't want them to try and make him use them," I paused, taking another bite of my chocolate. "Plus, if they learn how well he can hack, the price will be higher. I'm going to bed now." Turning my eyes to Snyder's face, I glared; burning holes into his soul (because I'm just that epic, get fucking over it). "If you don't have the money by tomorrow at eleven p.m. you're going to wish that you were ten feet under."
I didn't wait to see if my threat had sunk in. I turned on my heel, and headed towards my room.
Once in the safety in my room, I headed to the attached bathroom. There was no mirror in the small room. Stripping off my leather I hopped into the shower, I sighed, feeling the far too hot water washing over my now red skin. For some reason I've always enjoyed hot water burning my body.
Once I finish my scalding shower, I towel dry my body and hair, and slip on my black sweatpants. As I walk out of my bathroom and back into my bedroom, I didn't bother with looking into the mirror, as I didn't feel like over-analyzing myself right now. I have a lot to do tomorrow...
~Dream~
I let out a strangled gasp at the scene before me.
The priest, my guardian, was dead.
I seemed to be watching the scene from somewhere else. The words 'get over it' were echoing throughout the chapel.
On the ground he lay in a pool of his own blood, a crucifix stabbed in his eye. He laid face up, that face tried to turn towards my detached body, towards Miheal.
~End~
I sat upright, a layer of cold sweat on my skin, though I hardly noticed. I turned to look at the clock. Eleven a.m., too early. I rolled over, happy that my black curtains blocked the sun so well, doing my best not to think about the dream. I counted missiles. What did you expect a Mafia boss to count? Fucking sheep? Hell no, makes me think of the fucked up albino Near.
I wonder Matt thinks of Near...
With thoughts of Matt, I drifted off to sleep.
~Second Dream~
I screamed in frustration and punched the wall. Who was Roger to take away my chocolate? And he had the fucking nerve to take my Bible! My fucking bible! I sunk to the floor, a sob escaping me.
Suddenly there was a quiet knock on the door I was leaning against. With all my rage directed towards the person at the door, I stood up and threw the door open. I was astonished when I saw what was there. On the floor just outside my door laid my bible. Not just that though, there was an untouched looking one next to it.
Looking around the hall, and after I didn't see anyone there, I snatched the bibles. I took both books back into my room. Opening the cover of the newer looking one, I saw five words.
Be strong and have faith.
~End~
I sighed, terribly unhappy with waking up. Looking over at my clock, I smile, my mood instantly lightening. It was a quarter past ten p.m. Perfect.
I stretch and let out a sound of frustration, informing everyone in the base of my awakening. I get out of bed and once look at myself in the mirror, since I didn't bother with it the night before. I saw the same blond hair, same thin shoulders, and same smooth skin. The only difference I saw was in the eyes. Instead of weary eyes, there are eyes that speak of the adrenaline rush going through me. I nearly jump to my wardrobe and throw open its black doors.
Guess what Mello gets to do today! And what might that be? Mello gets to dress like a slut!
With those happy thoughts, I pulled out some skimpy leather that I reserved for times that I felt like being a man-whore. That happens sometimes, shut up and fucking get over it. I brush my hair until it is smooth, and then apply a bit of eyeliner.
Why would our badass Mello be dressing slutty? Because I've learned that if I'm pleasing to look at, people (horny men) are more likely to take the bait.
Deeming myself sexy enough (even though I always am), I leave my small dark room, now it is nearing eleven. I take slow, deliberate steps, scanning the room with my maniac's grin. I probably look like a vampire slut on the hunt for blood.
"Got the money, Snyder?" I ask, my casual tone turning malicious at his name.
Snyder quickly nods, a look of horror on his face (most likely from my expression and clothes), and turns around to pick up a brief case before shoving it in my hands as though it were diseased.
Opening the case I find that it has more than five thousand bucks, not that I minded. Looking at the clock, it is a minute past eleven.
"Let's go." I say blankly, turning on my heels and not bothering to see if anyone's following.
~Time Skip~
We're finally in the Bl00derz base.
We showed the money and said there was a nice whore we saw and wanted. Not a complete lie; Matt wasn't bad looking after all. After following the guy we showed the money to, he said he'd lead us to the boss. Currently Rod, Paul, Snyder and I were following him, and if my information was correct, we'd be at the main room right about... now. The guy knocked on the door before opening it.
Once inside the room, which was painted a maroon color with a creamy white carpet, I couldn't help but think how shitty our base was. Then I saw him.
Matt was on the couch, curled against the gang leader, Bullet. Matt had a cigarette between his lips and a PSP in his hands. Bullet was tugging at his arm to get his attention. I watched as Matt put the game away and allowed Bullet to remove and stub out the cigarette that had previously been in between his soft- wait… what? It had been in between his lips. It was also being replaced by a newly lit one.
Matt seemed to relax against Bullet after the first drag. That is, until his eyes caught sight of me. He bolted upright, back stiff, one hand gripped his PSP, while the other mechanically went to his cigarette.
"What are you doing here?"
What a nice greeting after 6 years.