Chapter 7

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Second to None

Blonde Isn't Very Fun

Beyond Birthday POV

Mello had decided to let me stay in the guest room that opened from the door across from his and Matt's in the lounge room for the two of them. It had a B-movie gothic feel to it with a splash of kink. In other words if Hot Topic sold furniture it could be a display room. The floor was a dark cherry wood which the floor in the main room would be too without the green glow. There was an Orientalish black end table with a tall skinny red lamp that had a white shade with black curls on it on top of it. There was a painting of a pale naked woman with blood red lips and smoky eye makeup on a black daybed with a red cloth covering her like a toga in one hand and another holding a champagne flute of crimson wine dripping to the floor. There were also some bondage whips and cuffs on another wall. The bed had cuffs built in and had red and black silk sheets. I prayed hard that Mello had thought to have them washed first. Honestly what the Hell?! I couldn't see Matt willingly doing this so it must be for his high-ranking "guests". High enough that Mello must have been willing to let a prostitute or someone join them. I shuddered. Of all my crimes rape was not one of them but BDSM even if consensual was on the borderline to me.

I heard a knock at the door and I jumped then turned to open it seeing Matt with a giant trash bag which I was sure didn't have trash in it. "Sorry about the room by the way. A lot of Mello's associates are kinda... twisted. Mello needs the connections though so he was willing to have this room made. And yes I did wash the sheets because Mello probably would have forgotten."

"Thank you" I said with feeling. "What's in the bag?"

"Clothes & disguises. Hurry up and get changed into the clothes that neither you nor L would ever wear including the contacts and wig."

"Wig?!"

"We need another fake ID where you look completely different for the airport" he explained.

I opened the bag and saw a dirty blonde wig that if put on would make me look like a surfer dude. "Please tell me I don't have to play the part of a beach bum." Matt avoided eye contact. "I'm going to kill Mello for this" I said seriously meaning it.

"Hey I personally made sure the wig wasn't girly OK?" Matt huffed.

"There is a giant problem though" I said feeling like facepalming but barely resisting the urge.

"What's that?" Matt asked confused.

"Matt… on a scale of 1 to 100 how tan am I?"

"Oh shit" he squeaked. "5 if I'm being generous. Dammit I knew Mello shouldn't have planned the disguise!"

"Get me some biker wear instead. I can pull that off" I said shoving the Hawaiian shirt and *shudder* surf shorts into his arms.

"Yeah that would probably be much better" he agreed. As he left I heard him mutter "damn Mello. This is why I deserve to be Seme."

I took a look at the other items inside. Sure enough there were some long-sleeved black L-style shirts, dark normal-style jeans, and boxers in various shades of blue starting with medium going down to navy. There were also some dark gray canvas vans as well as some dark brown leather suit shoes. For non-daywear there was gray suit with a white dress shirt, a pair of black cotton pajamas, and 3 boxes of contacts: 1 emerald green presumably for my other fake ID and two L black/gray. Two sets of L clothing were in there too.

I changed in the room not daring to check what was in the bathroom yet. I heard a gasp behind me and I hurriedly finished pulling on my shirt. I turned and saw it was Matt who was gaping at the now-covered sight of the vicious red scars all along my torso and almost all the way to my neck. They went all the way down and just got worse. It was a miracle my 'man parts' survived at all but they were miraculously only scarred and could still feel -just not as much by far- and had not been damaged in shape just texture. The doctors were perplexed at that. As it is I could no longer grow pubic hair and didn't know if it was possible to get it up anymore. Not that it mattered. Just thinking of sex made me ill since I knew I would never have it now. I was hideous as evidenced by Matt who was still gaping. "They don't hurt anymore" I assured him.

He snapped his mouth closed and shook his head as if to clear it. "Mello says he has the clothes just put on the wig and contacts so follow me. He led me to a room with a photo taking area with some equipment that looked suspiciously like a stolen card maker from a DMV.

"Is that-?"

"Yes" Mello cut me off from the corner. "We stole it after Matt hacked to get us in. We also got something that, if used legally, would make official passports. It cuts down big time on the process of creating a fake ID plus it is more genuine." He gestured to the chair in front of a white background then to a leather jacket on a nearby counter. Put on the wig, contacts, and jacket then sit for the picture. We'll make your other ID after that. If you want to sleep on the plane you can put on sunglasses so you don't sleep with the contacts in."

I did as he said and soon I had two fake ID's and one fake passport. The name they had chosen for the blonde me was James Sanders. I had no idea why but I decided to grin and bear it. I spent the night in the BDSMedroom feeling uncomfortable on the slippery silk sheets so my sleep was not restful. When I got up and went to the bathroom -which was normal except for the color scheme of red and black- I got changed into some leather pants –thankfully not used- which were a bitch to get on, a black t-shirt that was form-fitted to my minimal physique, and the leather jacket which was big and made of heavy leather with random folds for non-existent pockets, folded back sleeves, and small popped collar. It didn't have a logo on the back though. I also put on some black socks and heavy steel-toed black biker boots. Add the blonde wig which was tousled to look windblown and the green contacts and even I doubted I was myself in the mirror. When I exited Mello nodded in approval and Matt's eyes turned huge.

We all got in cars and went to the airport. I had to take off my boots because of the steel toes but other than that things went fine. As soon as we got on the plane I went to the bathroom and removed the contacts and put them in the case then slipped on the shades. I sat down next to Mello. Matt had the window seat and was chewing on what seemed to be a huge wad of gum. "He can't smoke here and he can't play his games until we level off. This is why he hates flying" Mello explained then stuck his hand down his pants and retrieved a chocolate bar.

"Did you just pull that from your crotch?" I asked incredulously. He nodded and took a big bite. I fought back a gag. Several hours later Mello turned to Matt and said "go to the bathroom." Matt sighed and saved his game then turned it off and dutifully went to the bathroom area only to hurry back when the door opened to a very obese woman and a stench filled the whole cabin causing everyone to groan and cover their noses. I felt sorry for the people closest to the bathroom.

"Hey Mello I think that lady just ruined our Mile High Club idea" Matt said nervously.

I saw Mello's eyes flash then grabbed him as he was about to lunge and attack the woman. "She's not worth it" I hissed into his ear. "Besides you probably wouldn't remain a top in prison."

"She needs to pay. I have no more chocolate and thanks to her reeking crap I have no sex either!" he hissed back.

"Try mentally cursing her in foreign languages for as long as possible. It works for me."

He huffed then snarled "FINE!" causing us to get weird looks. Eventually the meals for the long airplane ride came and I got a salad and chicken. I only ate the salad because it's hard to fuck up salad unlike chicken. Mello did the same and Matt gave his salad to the both of us to share as he ate all the chicken. I was glad he was sitting next to Mello not me. No one had dared go to the bathroom since two hours ago a man tried then almost threw up opening the door.

By the time we reached Japan, Mello told us of a hideout he had found and led us to it. It was like a warehouse only it had rooms. There was only bare bones furniture so Matt set up his laptop (there were plugs indicating we weren't the first ones to live here) using a plug converter as well as a satellite for better internet access and went to order furniture with Mello's help. I took off the clothes and put on my own. I went to the bathroom connected to the room I had picked and saw the toilet was filthy. Grimacing I relieved myself then told Mello to order new bathroom things as well. I went back to my room and lay down then went to Mello and told him we needed new mattresses too. Finally I went back again and fell asleep on the bed that was so lumpy and hard I felt like I was sleeping on rocks. I woke up with the worst back ache I've ever had other than from the fire. Mello said everything would be here in 3 to 5 business days and today was Saturday. I sincerely hoped this wasn't an omen. I walked with an awkward hunch to relieve the pain from the knots in my back and saw I wasn't the only one. Thank God Matt went out and bought us all futons. What the Hell have I gotten myself into?!