Frankie

I didn't put up with Mello's mood swings for nothing, I put up with them in the pretense of getting the blond to fall for me – or at least sleep with me. I wasn't really the monogamist type. I wanted the blond under me, moaning my name, but I had to get rid of that stupid, redheaded nerd first.

It really shouldn't be that hard. Just shoot the bastard while he was asleep right? No, genius Mello had thought of that and made sure they slept in the same bed, which only made me want to put a bullet in the guy's head even more. He also made sure he was closest to the door and blocking most of Matt from view. Even if I tried, there was a good chance I would hit Mello instead.

Mello had thought of everything. He never let the redhead out of his sight, and in the rare instances he did, he was timing him. he was counting how long it took every time the guy left the room. There was no way to get to him without alerting the blond. I had managed to get a few guys to threaten him; they thought it was the whole pick on the new guy joke – yes, hardened criminals liked to laugh at the expense of a small, nerdy kid too. The boy was smart though, I'd give him that much. He managed to pick the threat out of someone else's joke and knew it was from me. It almost made me feel he was worthy of the blond trophy. Almost.

He even noticed the guys cleaning their guns while he was in the room for the threat it was. It was standard for us to do whenever there was a new recruit, but he determined the underlying meaning to it. We'd kill him if he messed with any of us, whether Mello liked it or not.

After what I saw last night though, he was going to die. He had ignored every threat, he had disregarded the fact I could kill him in ten seconds should I choose to. He had touched Mello, made him gasp and moan, after I told him not to lay a finger on the boy. And now he was going to die for it. All I needed was a window of opportunity.

How nice of Mello to give it to me too. The boy wanted to move to a different safe house with the notebook so we would be harder to trace. Such good timing he has. It would be impossible to keep and eye on Matt while he was giving orders for all of his computers and chocolate and shit to be moved. I just had to wait until he was most busy and then make my move.

Matt

We were moving. Apparently the notebook was risky to have here since we're so secluded and some Japanese man had been here with his daughter. Mello had sent the Death Note to the new…safe house I guess, by missile – where the hell he got a missile I'll never know. I don't think I'll ever want to either. But it's untraceable so he doesn't need to worry about that in the whole move.

Things have been a bit…different since my experiments. I noticed Mello more than I used to and I felt my heart flutter when he walked in the room. I don't know how he felt about what I did exactly, except that he liked it a lot, but he's been watching me more. I can always tell when it's him or Frankie. Mello's are questioning and curious stares that make me want to turn around and answer every question his genius mind may have. Frankie's are just pure evil. He was starting to remind me of a hunting tiger, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I knew he was waiting for me to be completely alone so he could do something I just didn't know what that something was. Honestly, I think I knew I just didn't want to think about it.

He was definitely being more pronounced with his threats though. Mello saw the worst of them and said nothing; I could see the tension in his shoulders while he forced himself calm though. It was there only if you knew where to look. I also noticed the increased mess in the room later, like someone had thrown everything they owned in agitation. I cleaned most of it up for him, I knew if someone didn't he'd through another tantrum and it wouldn't be as tame. Mello was different but he was still Mello.

I was having trouble sleeping tonight. It was the night before we were supposed to move. I had spent all day with Mello packing his eight tons of leather into boxes along with my small amount of clothing and handhelds. My laptop had to stay on while we moved since it was the only computer that held every scrap of information we'd collected. I had six backups but it was easier to just leave it on and carry it on the plane – or whichever vehicle we were traveling in – with me. I couldn't use most of it with out the full system connected but it was important to keep checking to be sure everything was still secure. Mello and I were a bit OCD about or computers.

I was exhausted but sleep refused to come. I could hear Mello sleeping next to me, his breathing even and soft. He looked like a girl when he slept, and I mean that in the best way possible. He was calm and quiet and I loved him even more when I saw him like this. I wished there were windows so I could see the sun reflecting off his hair, so I could stare without him knowing I was. I guess that's why I couldn't sleep, I was staring at Mello too much.

It just wasn't fair that someone could be this beautiful and still feel like they weren't good enough. If I had it my way, he would be where Near was right this moment, and I would be next to him making sure he didn't work himself to death. There'd be no Mafia, no Frankie, nothing that could hurt us until we were in control. He would be safe and I would protect him with everything I had. I could do that here sure, but I wasn't in control. I couldn't use a gun, couldn't go hand to hand with these guys. I was the type to fight with intellect, Mello was the physical fighter, it was one of the many things he was good at.

I sighed and rolled away from Mello. If I didn't sleep now I'd be tired on the trip and someone – Frankie especially – would take advantage of that. And now I could feel Frankie's eyes on me again. Why the hell was he watching through the door anyway? Didn't I lock it? The bastard picked the lock didn't he? Which means he probably saw my little experiments with Mello. Fucking jackass, can't keep his eyes to himself. At least that explained his death glares. He must be mad I can get that reaction out of Mello while he'll never even be able to touch a single hair on his head.

A smug smile made its way across my lips. I wished the bastard could have seen it, but if he saw I was awake he might try and shoot me, Mello's body blocking me be damned. I ignored him and let myself think of the slightly smaller room Mello had mentioned we would be sharing this time tomorrow, finally falling asleep.

The next day was a flurry of movement. Everyone was taking boxes to a truck Mello had had me rent for the stuff we couldn't bring on a plane, which turned out to be a lot. We had enough clothes for three days with us along with any computers we could fit in out luggage. The Death Note had been retrieved a few days ago and was waiting for us along with the Shinigami. I had to force myself not to laugh when I saw the line they made to move everything. It was like watching some race. I went to Mello's room to get the last of my stuff and laugh a bit without being threatened. That was my first mistake though. Mello couldn't go with me, he had to make sure no one broke anything since we didn't have the money to fix half the stuff we needed. He said I would be fine, that everyone was too busy to bother me. I thought the same thing, it would make sense since we had so much stuff.

But we were both so wrong. He was waiting for me. He was just behind the door when I walked in. he had a reasonable length of rope ready, it looked long enough to… tie me up. Fucking A. I at least thought he would have waited to try until we got away from here. We were blowing the place up for fuck's sake! What was he going to do? Tie me up and leave me here to wait until they blew everything up? Shit. Mello's things had already been brought up too. There was no reason for him to come back down. No one was going to find me; I was going to die…

All this ran through my head in the first five seconds after seeing Frankie step from behind the door. I knew it was right too, I could see it in his eyes. He was going to kill me. I was never going to tell Mello how I felt; I was going to die without every finding out what his answer would be. And if I wasn't with him…who would watch out for him? No one here cared, they'd let him go through with some insane plan that would end up killing him. I couldn't leave him alone…not now, not ever. He was mine god dammit! He was my everything! What was he to this thug? Nothing, nothing but a piece of ass. I wouldn't leave him alone like this.

I lunged forward, hitting Frankie in the gut with the full force of my body. It wasn't much but he hadn't been expecting it. He stumbled back before catching himself, a mean glint in his eyes. I knew I couldn't take him down, I just had to get him away from the door so I could run out and get to Mello. He wouldn't touch me then.

I pulled out the gun Mello had given me, quickly taking the safety off. It was a stupid move but I was desperate. He pulled out his gun much quicker than I had, the safety was never on his. I had better aim, he pointed it right at my head. He might not shoot there, go for the stomach instead, a bigger target, but it was a distraction to have a gun pointed at your face and he knew it.

I took calming breaths, knowing if I didn't pay close attention he would just shoot me and that would be the end. I analyzed the problem as best I could. If I could get him to circle, like in those cheesy movies, then I could be at the door. Then I just needed a distraction to get him to look the other way while I ran. There was nothing to distract him with though! Fuck my luck.

He smiled viciously, moving forward with the rope. "I don't want to shoot you Matt. I need to keep you down here, but I don't want you to die yet." He was actually happy about killing me. What the hell was wrong with these people?

"Gee thanks, that makes me feel so much better. I'll just lie down and let you tie me up then." I tried to start the circling, but he wouldn't budge and I wasn't going to get close enough to him to let him get a hand on me. He was going to tie me up, not shoot me. Not yet. I needed a way out.

"I wonder if Mello will even care when they find your body." he spoke as if commenting the weather. "He only brought you here so he could use you, you know. He doesn't really care about you at all. He had to keep you near him, had to protect you, so he could use you to catch Kira. He didn't care if you died after that."

I knew he was just trying to force me into going after him. I knew he wasn't telling the truth, but his words were cutting deep. He was answering every question that had been in the back of my mind, giving me the answers I most terrified to hear. He wasn't smart, but he knew how to read people. He knew I loved Mello.

"You're lying. Mello and I have been friends for years. He'd never use me like that. He cares about me." I was clutching at strings here, bidding my time. I couldn't die yet. Mello needed me.

His lips pulled up in a smirk. "Why would I lie about that? And if you two were such good friends, why did he leave you alone to come here? Why did he leave you for me?"

I wanted to hit. I wanted to make that fucking smirk fall from his face. I lunged forward again, hitting him in the face this time. The gun was heavier than my fist. I got enough momentum behind it that I knocked out a few teeth. He wasn't happy with that. He hit the back of my neck with his elbow sending me to the ground.

"Matty, Matty, Matty. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to fight with people bigger than you?" he spit blood near my head. I could see the hallway two feet away. All I had to do was get up and I was safe. He wouldn't shoot me. I'd be able to get Mello and everything would be OK.

I tried standing and felt a foot come down hard on my back. He pushed down hard, forcing me back onto my stomach. Something was digging into my chest. I forced my arm under me to grab it. It was Mello's rosary. He must have dropped it getting changed and didn't realize it. I clutched it close wishing I could see him again, just one last time.

Frankie was pulling me up by the back of my shirt. I slipped the rosary around my neck. I wasn't much for praying or God, but I asked anyone who was listening to let me live, just let me tell Mello I loved him.

I could feel the rope being wrapped around my wrists behind me, and my ankles. He hit the back of my head with his gun and I felt pain blossom through my skull. A thick liquid made its way down my neck and under my shirt. Great so now I wasn't just going to get blown up, I was going to bleed to death. My vision went fuzzy and I couldn't concentrate anymore.

Mello…I'm sorry…I love you…

And the blackness consumed me.

A/N: chapter 5!!! i love it! and im sorry for the cliffhanger i just had to end it there though. i love 1st person so much its so much easier. I hated writing Frankie's POV thats why its so short. being mean to Matt just isn't in me. i feel so bad for hurting him like this. i shall make it up to him though!!!

on a sad note, this might only have 1 more chapter. it depends how things go with the next one. the next one is Mello though!!! i love him almost as much as i love Matty

reviews make me happy i tells you!