Mello: The Lost Guardian Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning to Mello gently shaking me awake. Gently? Yeah, right. No, he really just jabbed me in the arm. There was nothing gentle about it.

"Whaaaat?" I murmured, drowsily.

"Mello and I are going back to LA," Matt told me. "Come with us!"

"This is Matt's stupid idea, not mine!" Mello rudely informed me.

"When are you leaving?" I inquired.

"We board the plane at 2:45 this afternoon."

"Lemme pack!" I said, jumping off of the couch enthusiastically.

I went into my room and tugged my suitcase out of my closet. I began to pile it with clothes and such. After I had thrown my possessions into my suitcase, I called Near to inform him that I was leaving. I didn't want him to think that I had gotten to close with Kira and had been killed by him or anything. Near agreed that It'll be a good opportunity to catch up with Mello and Matt and that I was wise to call him. I told him I'd check in with him regularly. He didn't say anything. I said my farewells, and hung up.

I had one more thing to pack. Or things. I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out my Desert Eagle pistol. I loaded it and stuck it in my belt. I then reached under my bed and took out two .50 caliber pistols along with several boxes of bullets. I packed them in my suitcase, along with my twin katanas and my dagger. I sheathed the katanas and put them in an oversized gym bag. I strapped the dagger to my belt and covered it with my shirt. I sighed. We'd have to find a way to sneak around the airport security. I didn't know what excuse I was going to come up with to avoid security. Mello and Matt had no idea that I was a trained assassin. Near was the first person to hire me. He hired me to head the security of the SPK building. I grinned. They'd flip out whenever I told them. But, for now, they were to be left clueless.

We boarded the plane with no trouble at all. I had secretly set off a smoke bomb. The airport security officers had rushed right to the source, leaving their posts with me free to board the plane with my deadly weapons. Mello and Matt had no clue of what really happened. I pretended to be just as confused, and shielded my eyes as I trudged through the smoke.

The plane wasn't as crowded as I had thought it would be. I collapsed in my seat, the one in between Mello and Matt. Mello sat by the aisle and Matt by the window. I wasn't very happy about being in the middle. Mello was a good friend, but he got on my nerves often. Matt didn't bother me much, the beeping from his video games did. Lucky for him, he brought headphones this time. The flight was going to be a long five hours, so I settled myself to sleep.

I woke up to the announcement that we would be landing shortly. My head rested on Mello's shoulder. I jerked it up.

"It' about time you woke up!" he yelled.

I didn't know what to say. Mello just kept rambling on about my nap on his shoulder. He was really started to piss me off.

"You'd best be glad you didn't drool on me 'cause I wouldn't have hesitated to kill you. You're really-"

Mello continued to drabble on. I was really pissed by then. Without thinking, I raised my fist and socked him right in the jaw. The force was so great, he was knocked into the aisle.

Oh, crap. I thought. I didn't mean to hit him that hard; just hard enough. I hope his jaw isn't broken. I'd be the victim if he could no longer eat his chocolate.

Mello rubbed his jaw. He got up, scowling and sat back in his seat. Matt didn't even notice that anything happened.

We unboarded the plane. Matt's car was waiting for us a couple of blocks away. This time, I let Mello sit in the front. I'd gotten shotgun the last time, and I had punched him in the face. But that was the only reason!

Matt drove us to their small apartment. I was a bit dusty and run down. Okay, it was bad, but not completely terrible. A little cleaning and paint would make it look great.

"Careful, Mello," Matt teased, glancing at my thoughtful expression. "She's gonna destroy our cozy quarters!"

I laughed.

"Maybe some flowered wallpaper here.." I said, jokingly. He didn't laugh, but I knew he didn't take me seriously. He knew I hated flowered wallpaper as much as he did. I never really was into that sort of thing.

"So…" I started, throwing myself onto the ragged couch. "Where do I sleep?"

Their expressions clearly showed that they hadn't yet thought of anything.

Matt appeared to be deep in thought. "Mello's room!"

I punched him in the head.

"NO WAY!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Then sleep in Matt's room!" Mello cried. "I wouldn't share with you, anyways!"

It was his turned to get hit in the head…for the second time that day. They both suddenly started arguing. No matter how loud I yelled, I couldn't make them stop. Finally, I reached into the back of my jeans and took out one of the twin 50 caliber pistols and shot it into the air. They both looked at me.

"Wh-wha-what the HELL?" the both yelled in unison. "Where'd you get that?"

I whipped out my katanas from my suit case, my dagger (which was strapped to my thigh but reachable through the hole I cut in all of my right pockets)and the rest of my guns along with the numerous smoke bombs. They looked as if a cactus had just told them they were gay.

"Well?" I demanded.

They were both like o.O … OMG!

I sighed.

"I'm a highly trained assassin." I told them.

They busted out laughing…at least until I shot my Desert Eagle only inches away from them. They shut up and let me explain that Roger had allowed me martial arts lessons and the years of training I had went through.

I put my weapons away, except the dagger. I thought I'd have some fun.

"Now…" I started. "Where do I sleep?" I queried, waving the dagger around.

They didn't answer.

"First suggestion wins…" I said tauntingly.

Matt was quick on the draw. "Mello's room!"

I scowled, but then smiled. I just wanted the arguing to cease.

"Sold!" I yelled.

Matt pointed me to Mello's room and I hauled my stuff in there.

Mello was like this o_O the whole time. I just laughed.