Chapter: 5 Yearn

"Rise and shine, cupcake!"

The shackles clamped to Yukki's wrist snapped open and with barely a tug in the opposite direction, she was pulled off the couch, landing harshly onto the ground. Pain radiated up her shoulder and down her back. Yukki pushed herself up, high enough to get a glimpse of her assailant's face. Unsurprisingly, Matt's smug smirk stared down at her. She speared him with a look of exasperation before dropping her head to the ground again, black hair an inky mess splayed across the floor. "Get up. Mello wants to see you."

Yukki turned her head to peek at Matt through the ebony curtain her hair had created, "What does Mello want with me?" She asked suspiciously.

"Who knows. You have five minutes, darling." Pushing himself away from the wall, Matt walked out of the room. Yukki grunted and was in no specific rush to get up and meet the twink gang leader. She didn't care if it was Buddha himself coming down from the heavens above to grace her with his blessings. She wanted at least five more minutes of a peaceful slumber as sleep was a seductive pull on her mind-

"Pink." Matt stated loudly from the hallway and Yukki immediately grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it down over her thighs and panties where it had risen from the brute fall. "Pervers!" She shouted in her native tongue.

After washing up and fixing herself up to the best of her abilities, Yukki stood before Mello. A face of pure defiance set in place. Mello flipped a cellphone closed, ending a previous conversation before turning his full attention to the rebellious teenager. There was a moment's tense silence and everyone could feel the friction building between the two. Then Mello finally spoke, "Cuff her."

Yukki sighed audibly and with a roll of her eyes, she shoved her wrists in Matt's direction. After the metal clicked in place, Yukki turned her glare back towards Mello. "Any reason why the great and powerful, gang leader, Mello has requested my presence?"

"Sayu Yagami will be traded for the Death note in two days at Los Angeles." He spoke each word watching her every reaction.

Yukki's face lit up like a christmas tree, "Really!"

"But the decision between her life and death lies with what the Japanese task force decides to do with the notebook." Mello interrupted.

"What?" Yukki asked.

"If they say 'Yes' to the trade, she will live. If they say 'No', she will die." He clarified and the uneasiness that clawed at her throat over her best friend returned.

Yukki's expression darkened and she growled with irritation, "Why are you telling me this?"

"No reason in particular." Mello stood, turning his attention to something else, already dismissing her presence.

"Why are you telling me this?" Yukki persisted, wanting a proper answer.

Mello whipped his head back to stare at the younger girl, "If you really want to know, I was only interested in your reaction." He stated simply.

Indignation boiled inside of Yukki and she viciously snapped her head towards Mello before taking in her surroundings in one furtive glance. What was she? His freaking toy? So he could just fool around with her emotions whenever he wanted to?

Shifting her weight and giving no warning, Yukki charged into the man standing closest to her left. She rammed her shoulder into his abdominal, making him lean forwards only to collide face first with her knee. The sound of boots scuffing from behind her made Yukki quickly duck, evading a brain-crushing kick to the skull. Planting both linked hands on the floor, she aimed a kick to the other assailant's face and was satisfied when a crunch erupted from beneath her boot.

The dark-haired female wasted no time in taking in a defensive stance after her feet touched the ground and she lunged towards another gang member. If I don't take them all down now, then they'll be too many at once.

Her elbow dug deep into the man's gut and she took that chance to stomp her heel into the toe of his boot while simultaneously ripping his gun from his holster. Her heart hammered with half adrenaline and the other half anger as she brought the back of the gun up to crush his nose in.

The man faltered and stumbled backwards clutching his nose in pain and a barely concealed screech.

Yukki whipped around and all the movement in the room stopped as she held the gun at a steady, eye level with Mello. He stared back unfazed, the only indication of emotion on his face was the slightest upwards tilt of his lips. Silence accompanied with the occasional panting from all four quarrelers, including Yukki were the only sounds for the extended period.

She tried to even her breathing by taking slow deep breaths. Stray hairs that had flew around during the brawl, slowly fell back into place as she shook the strands that were slick with sweat away from her cheeks.

Yukki spoke out loud, both hands tightening around the handle of the pistol, "Anyone moves and I'll kill him." Matt brought his hand up to stop anymore oncoming attacks from his comrades and the other men stilled.

"Yukki was it?" Mello asked his smirk inching wider and wider, "You said you were raised in an orphanage. What was it called?"

Yukki narrowed her eyes, mentally cursing Matt, "That's none of your business."

"C'mon now, go ahead and share with us or I will." He answered and when it became clear that she wasn't going to reply, Mello went on. "La maison de Wammy." He said in his best french accent.

A muscle twitched in her jaw but other than that Yukki's reaction was cold.

"Or better known to us as Wammy's house, am I correct?" Mello asked.

She asked, careful to not let the surprise show in her face or voice, "How do you know that?"

"Gentlemen, I present to you Y. One out of three of the last students from the first generation of L." Yukki clicked her tongue before spearing Mello with another look. "Not to mention the youngest."

Matt didn't bother to hide the surprise he felt and neither did the rest of the Mafia. "Y?"

"Yes, from X, Y, and Z" Mello's smug eyes looked from you to his accomplice and back. "The three children that assisted L in the 'Detective Wars' bio-terror case. But if I remembered correctly, you went by the name Yearn, right?"

"How do you know that?" Yukki pressed, her irritation running deep.

"Your academic scores were above average, not to mention the fact that you skipped a grade even though clearly you were holding yourself back, not only your ability to speak multiple languages but also to read, write and comprehend them, and your knowledge of basic martial arts. If that doesn't speak Wammy's house, then I don't know what does."

Yukki was angry but for a different reason than before. This boy had dug up her entire life in the space of a couple of hours and she still knew nothing of him nor his organization. She felt violated and that only fueled the anger inside of her.

Mello took in the professional way she held the pistol and even the way her fingers trembled just the slightest against the metal. "They did teach you how to fight but-"

Mello rushed forward and in one swift move, he stood behind Yukki. His hand clamped down over hers and the cool, metal of the barrel hovered just inches away from her temple.

"They didn't teach you how to kill."

Sorry for not updating in forever my last laptop was in a tragic accident and i didn't get one until up to two months ago when exams had started but I havent forgotten about this story and promise i'll update a lot quicker now. also i was re-reading through the previous chapters and saw lots of mistakes like switching P. which is a bad habit since I write different stories in different P. and it kinda just slips. I won't be able to fix it anytime soon but i will get to it as soon as i can and if anything like that happens or anything else just tell me and i will fix it. Nice and strict crtisism is actually welcomed so REVIEW if you can and tell me what you think ^^!

-kittycloud