I was feeling soppy and romantic when I wrote this chapter, so forgive it's cheesiness. I've been watching CSI: Miami and David Caruso is just so sexy and amazing that I fall in love whenever I see him *birds chirp and harps play in the background* Yeah :L I hope you enjoy the next chapter, things are moving quickly! The next chapter will probably have a lemon in it and it will be my first Heterosexual lemon, so forgive it if it's awful. Read, Review, enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, the anime or manga, or any of the character's mentioned here except for Hissori.

Chapter 2

"Hissori! We need refills of Beer and in the Casino someone's started a fight, go get them thrown out!"
Ever since I'd started working (and living) with the Mafia, my life had been exceptionally busy. This weekend I was being offered the night off as it were. I wasn't allowed to leave the building (Mello and anyone connected to him were being watched and could be arrested or killed and Rod Ross didn't trust anybody to leave and come back clean.) So we were all allowed to go and explore the busy Casino's, under the pretence of a big party Ross was holding for all the rich folk of the city. This took suspicion away from us, after all anyone doing anything illegal or anti-Kira wouldn't be throwing a huge party like this one.

Sitting down next to Mello, I sighed after taking the weight off my feet, I felt like I'd walked up three mountains since I'd started walking here, but the weight loss and confidence rise in me was noticeable. You couldn't be part of the Mafia and be a pushover.
"Done for the day?" Mello questioned, smiling at me.
"Yeah and I'm so glad! I can't wait for the party tonight." I grinned back. Mello might have a look that scared people off but underneath he was a big softy. I'd come to view him as a best friend/brother really. We hung out together, feeling like the outcasts of the group, although Mello got preferential treatment from Ross for being very intelligent and saving the gang from Kira. I needed to earn my place, but I was working my way up and learning quickly.
"Me too. It's so nice that nobody has a real picture of me or knows my name. I can enjoy myself in this building!" He stretched and grabbed another chocolate bar from the table. A minute never went by when the guy didn't have one of his favourite chocolate bars in his mouth. He was lucky the Mafia could afford so many and that he had a high metabolism. I could eat a lot but there was a point where I would just start getting bigger if I wasn't careful! Luckily I preferred healthy snacks anyway. There were plenty of foods that tasted as delicious as candy, without the high calorie count. Glancing at the clock, I saw we had about 2 hours before the party was due to start. I got up and headed to my room. Time to start getting ready.

After a long shower and half an hour spent drying my hair, I put on my clothes. A really short strapless black mini dress with a green top half around my chest and black strappy 6 inch heels with a large bow across the front. My jewellery was simple, small diamonds in the second holes in my ears, with silver hoops in the first and a little silver necklace that had a crystal heart on it. I had French manicured my nails and was applying pale blush and foundation on my face, with green glitter liquid eyeliner on my eyelids just above my lashes, thick black mascara to make my lashes curly and black eyeliner. I was using a pale lip-gloss that had little glitter pieces in, that sparkled when they hit the light and I left my hair down and curled it in big, loose curls, so it looked bouncy. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I left my things hidden in my room. Carrying a bag around would annoy me all night and the staff knew I worked here, so I didn't need to pay for anything. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my room, well aware that everyone else would be partying right now.

Coming to the top of the grand staircase from our suite into the main casino, I paused and peered around the corner. Good, nobody was looking. I may have cared about what I looked like; it didn't mean I wanted everyone to watch me. Trying not to fall over or draw attention to myself, I made my way down the stairs, only to have a large spotlight shine down on me.
"Here she is the newest addition to our staff here, Miss Hissori Sinclair!" Ah. Apparently Ross wanted everybody to know exactly who I was. Smiling, I carried on walking down the stairs, a lot of people nodding appreciatively at me. Ross was smirking, obviously pleased that I hadn't caused a fuss or came down in something plain. Most of the men from the gang were watching my every move. This dress was a bit too short really. Mello was half hidden behind a plant pot, chewing a bar of chocolate and smiling encouragingly at me, as if to say I was doing the right thing at the moment. I scanned the crowd for another familiar face and saw Jack watching me, almost like the goons from the gang, but with a different look in his eyes. Like he was amazed by me, instead of wanting to see up my skirt. I blushed and smiled, like I usually did around him, and made my way over to Mello.
"What do you reckon?" I asked, twirling to show off. He grinned back at me.
"You scrub up well, Kitten." He'd been calling me that ever since I'd worn my 'Neko's are better in bed' t-shirt on my first day. He said it obviously meant I was secretly a cat and wouldn't stop calling me Kitten (though he kicked anybody else's ass who said it without my permission).
"You… you look… absolutely stunning, Hissori." Jack's smooth voice said from behind me. I turned around to face him, certain that all my blood was rushing to my head.
"Thank you. You look wonderful too!" I smiled, sincere in my compliment. He had a suit on, but he'd ditched the tie and waistcoat. It made him look a lot younger and more relaxed that way. Mello was grinning like a Cheshire cat behind us (and he called me Kitten!)
"I'll leave you alone." He wandered off, getting mixed up in the crowd (a little difficult, since he was the only one in leather). I felt a little nervous at that point. The only time I'd been alone with Jack before was at my interview and I had definitely felt interested in him. But I hadn't made any moves, instead avoiding him a little, being sure he didn't return my feelings.
"So, why haven't we talked more?" He questioned. Had he noticed I had been running away? He wouldn't… unless he was deliberately looking out for me. I felt awful then.
"I'm really sorry; I've been so busy I guess. I'll try and stop more often." I smiled. He laughed a little.
"I thought I had offended you in some way. I hope you don't think I'm being pushy, distracting you from Mello." His tone turned a little sour then. Was he jealous?
"No of course not! Mello's just my friend, really. He's the only person I talk to here at the moment. But of course, you're going to change that." I joked a little. His smile instantly brightened.
"Oh, that's good! I was, well, I thought I was stealing you from your boyfriend for a moment." We laughed together. Why had I been avoiding him? This felt so natural, so easy.

Jack spent the rest of the evening shoeing me how to use the different tables in the casino, teaching me the games. I even won a few times, Jack complimenting me and telling me I was a natural. Truthfully, I don't think either of us spoke to anybody else. We were too wrapped up in each other, telling each other about our lives, catching up on what we'd been working on. Jack confided in me that gaining the eyes had been a huge misfortune for him, since his life had been cut in half now and he hated having to read people's names out, knowing they were going to die. He also told me he hated his real name and had chosen Jack Neylon long before he'd joined the Mafia, after running away from home.
It was getting late and Ross had said he had a fireworks display for everyone outside. Laughing, Jack and I ran up to his room in the Mafia suite instead, since the fireworks could be seen clearly from his balcony. Gazing up into the night sky, the flashes of colour illuminating Las Vegas, I smiled. I felt completely happy here. I felt safe too. Far away from Kira. It was as if he couldn't hurt me here. Watching the different lights I whispered, "Its so beautiful."
"Yes, you are." Jack's reply was cheesy, but it made me stop and stare at him. I'd been ignoring him so much, thinking he couldn't possibly have any interest in me, when in fact it was the opposite. He wasn't proud of his history or of the things he'd done, but nobody could say they were perfect. I knew I wasn't. And unlike the rest of the gang, he wasn't in this because he enjoyed it or was addicted to anything. Leaning closer to him I made my decision.
Like a marriage vow, for better or worse, I pulled his face close to mine and closing my eyes, kissed him.

END OF CHAPTER 2.

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