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Chapter.2

Matt

March, 7th 2012

Four years. It had been that long since Kyra had seen Near or Mello. She still kept contact with Matt seeing as she needed him for his hacking skills. Where she was now, L nor Near would approve of. At eighteen Kyra now felt like everything was on her. Matt had said about a month ago that Mello needed him for something to do with Kira. That had her thinking-no knowing it also had something to do with Near. It had to.

Sitting on the ground in the shade of her new red motorcycle near an abandoned building is where she was patiently awaiting Matt. The redhead had promised to meet up with her in order to help her hack into the SPK's main system. She had to speak with Near. Just on time, a 1970 SS Chevy Camero made its way to where she was parked.. Neither one of them moved from their vehicles. Who could blame them? If you hadn't truly seen someone in a long time, would you just up and greet them? Her head was still covered by the black helmet she wore to make sure no one would see her face. Kyra had to be precautious, since Kira was now in the same country as her in America. Matt made the first move and stepped out of his car, walking slowly towards her with a gun in his waistband. Orange goggles covered the hazel green eyes Kyra had come to like and a cigarette hung from his lips. Nothing about Matt had changed, she realized with a smile on her lips as she removed her helmet. The redhead removed his goggles from his face to put on his head as her took in the sight of Kyra. She had grown out of her stalky stage and was now slim and lengthy like he, Near and Mello had turned out. Truly, it was hard to believe this pale woman was Kyra if not for her hair and eyes.

"Nice to see you, Mail." She greeted placing the helmet on her bike's seat. "I see you haven't changed almost at all." She smiled softly. Her pearly whites stood out from her pink lips. She wore, of course, a black long sleeve under a leather jacket with black shorts and knee high boots. As far as Matt knew, she looked as if she belonged in Mello's gang.

"You as well, Katarina." They both shared a short laugh that stopped as suddenly as it started. Matt came to stand three feet from her. "But you have changed a lot." She rolled her eyes.

"You ready to once again become one of the best hackers of all time?" She had a book bag on her shoulder that held her computer. Wi-Fi was everywhere here.

"Become? I've always been the best." She again rolled her eyes and handed him the bag. Nothing was in it aside from her computer and a notebook containing information for her job. Said job could get her killed every day if she wasn't careful. "Do you want to just stay here or should we go somewhere less secluded?" Kyra shook her head. Seclusion was why she picked here and another reason.

"In there." She pointed towards the building. "It's not as abandoned as it looks." She kicked up the stand on her bike and started to push it towards the building that was only a few meters away. Matt followed still holding her bag.

"Why the sudden urge to talk to Near?" She shrugged and opened the door to where she had been living recently. There were three doors, one led to a stairway, one was locked permanently, and one to the room she spent almost two months cleaning and making livable. She left her bike at the main door and went to the one she knew well. The door creaked and opened to what looked like an apartment. Matt was rather shocked at how it looked compared to the outside. "You really have a good choice in hide outs." To her it was a compliment in a weird way. She pulled him along to where a rugged couch was and he sat.

"Want anything?" She was acting casually, as if nothing was wrong and neither of them was in any danger. Matt shook his head and put out his cigarette on the dirty coffee table she had. Immediately he got to work on her computer logging into an account on some site that Kyra would rather keep a secret. She sat on the couch, put her legs on the table and watched without interest. Of all the years she'd known Matt she had seen him hack numerous times and it was something she was used to. "I'd rather you not tell Mello about this considering he is your lover." She said slyly. Matt simply ignored her comment since he had heard it many times before. Matt continued to do his thing for another hour of silence before he lit another cigarette. "You're gonna die because of those y'know." She said gnawing and drinking the only two things she usually consumed: licorice and Cherry Pepsi.

"K, you're gonna get obese from those." He didn't bother looking up as he finished typing the last thing he had to. The screen went blue with a bunch of letters and codes before going black.

"What did you do?" She screamed and grabbed the electronic from him. "Crap Matt if you ruined this I will personally kill you." She moved the mouse to find it perfectly fine.

"Shit calm down. I just hacked in like you wanted me to." He took a drag before standing and crossing his arms. "All you have to do is click on this link," he moved the mouse to where an icon was, "and then you will be able to connect to Near whenever, wherever." He took another drag. "I think a thank you is needed." She rolled her eyes.

"Thank you Matthew." He groaned and started back out the door. "Hey, you know Mello talks about you sometimes. I think he is worried that he left suddenly and didn't tell you anything. He was like what, a brother to you or something?"

She nodded. "Just like you and Near, that is why you can't tell him where I am. Bye Matt." He left with a small wave and flick of his cigarette. She could hear his car start up and him leave. Finally she'd be able to get some info. She clicked on the icon that Matt had said to and waited. It only took a minute before she could hear a voice.

"Who is this?" it demanded. She smiled and put on her headset that sat on the table after plugging it in. On her screen was a gothic looking N. How brilliant.

"Hello, Near. You may call me K."

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