To be wronged…Is nothing…unless you continue to think about it…

-Anonymous

It was two weeks after Emily had to relive her time at Wammy's.

Two weeks since she had burst out of the bathroom, crying.

Two weeks since she had even spoken to Mello.

Two hellish weeks spent trying not to look him in the eyes, trying not to come into real contact with him, trying not to even breathe the same air as him.

Those were maybe the two most agonizing, terrible weeks of her life, including the weeks following BB's arrest and her getting used to living without him guiding her through the day.

Emily now sat on her futon, typing up a couple reports on her laptop, the reports being about the psychological aspects of a killer, such as his patterns and such. She personally hated this task, as her guardian had been one and wounds that had long since scarred now were being open, fresh and bleeding, but not only because of that.

She hated it because Mello had asked her to do so.

Well, technically, Matt had asked her to do the reports, but she knew better. Matt rarely did anything on his own unless it interested him to a high degree or he had been asked- or in the case of Mello's leadership, commanded- to do something.

It was for Mello she was typing these reports and handing over a little piece of her heart, as well as her knowledge.

She grimaced to herself before she smirked as an idea entered her head- a devious thought that Mello would surely disapprove of.

She was totally going to do it, just for that reason.

Snapping her headphones on her ears, she got online and began to hack into the computer system that Matt had made and had hooked the security cameras that occupied every room in the hideout -including the one in her room- to.

She was in the system at least a minute later.

The more you disapprove, the more fun it is for me. She thought to herself, giggling as she accessed the video feed before she gasped, any mirth dropping into oblivion in that second.

A girl.

A teenaged Japanese girl, whose fear and confusion was evidenced in how her wide eyes were glancing at her surroundings quickly, how her breathing was ragged and quick and escaping from a slightly opened mouth, as well as her furrowed eyebrows, was in a cell.

Oh my Lord.

Emily knew who this girl was, whom this trapped and lonely girl was.

Sayu Yagami, the Kira suspect's little sister.

Anger burned at Emily's heart, hot rage bubbling in her throat as she realized why the girl was here.

She was here to serve only as a pawn for Mello's "brilliant plan" as Amy called it jokingly.

She glared at the screen for a moment before slamming her laptop shut, getting up so she could rip off the blanket on her own bed, stomp to the door, yank it open and storm to the hideout's kitchen for several items that would help the new prisoner.

Mello's damn reports can wait…and I hope he goes to hell because of this. She snarled to herself as she practically ran to the girl's cell, knowing that she was picking a fight with the blond haired boy who she hated at the moment, blind to the thought that she may regret her move later.

Mello stared at the video screens in the surveillance room, snapping of chocolate from the candy bar he held, thinking all the while.

He smirked as he thought, the subject of his musings being how Sayu Yagami was the perfect prisoner- and how Emily wouldn't be.

At this moment, Sayu was the prisoner every mafia leader would want- scared, alone, and powerless.

Emily, though, would be a handful if she ever was a prisoner. Heck, she wouldn't be a prisoner for long-she'd probably be able to get out of anything that faced her as a threat.

"Hey Mello, you should come look at this…" Matt called, waving Mello over to the certain monitor that the red haired boy sat in front of, as well as the boy's laptop.

Mello nearly growled as he stalked over to Matt, saying, "What the hell is it?", annoyed to the extreme.

"Someone hacked into the system…and I think it's your girlfriend." Matt replied, biting back a chuckle as Mello's glare increased, but he said nothing except, "So?"

"So…she found out about your visitor…and she doesn't look too happy about it."

Mello bit back a curse as he watched the dark haired 14-year-old open the prisoner's cell, hot food and a blanket in her hands.

"Hi. My name is Emily…Don't worry. I don't bite…unless you give me a reason. It's o.k. Sayu- I'm going to be your best friend while you're here."

"Wh-why am I h-here?"

"Oh…my selfish boss is holding you ransom until he gets the Japanese Police's Death Note."

"D-Death Note?"

"Don't worry about it. You're going to be o.k., now that I'm here. Trust me- I want to help you."

"What is she doing?" Mello snarled aloud as Emily continued to soothe Sayu.

"Looks like she found the camera…" Matt mumbled back, covering his smile as Emily on the feed said, "Watch this.", flipping the watchers off as she turned to the camera.

Mello cursed before yanking out his mobile from his pocket and hitting speed dial. Matt watched as Emily onscreen pulled out her phone as it trilled, sighing at Mello's words of "Come to the surveillance room. NOW."

"W-what was that about, Emily?"

"I'm in trouble."

"Hell yeah you are!" Mello snarled at the screen as Emily left the cell.

Emily stepped into the surveillance room minutes later, rolling her eyes as Matt exited and left her facing an extremely ticked off Mello.

"What the hell were you doing?"

"Helping the prisoner. What do you think I was doing, nimrod?"

She discovered that her insult had been the wrong words as she was slammed against the door, Mello's hands on either side of her head, caging her in. She sighed, thinking about how often she was in this position.

"Nimrod? NIMROD? Who's the real nimrod, you idiot? You were helping the prisoner! You were giving her hope! You're making things difficult for my plan!"

"I still say that you're the nimrod, Mello- I don't know about you, but I myself would want someone making things difficult for you if I was in her place." She declared in monotone, anger welling up in her chest as he scoffed at her words.

"If I was in her place, Mello, would you treat me how you're treating her? Would you treat me the same?"

That question caught him off guard, but he managed to snarl, "The very same."

"Even if you knew about my past? About my life? About what I have to offer more than being a damn hostage for your cause?"

"Why do you care, Em-?" Mello began to ask, getting cut off by the girl's declaring of, "She's just a girl, Mello! A girl with a life, a family, dreams, with innocence that we both know we lost. She doesn't deserve to be dragged out of her comfort zone just cause she was a convenient hostage so you can have whatever you damn want! Why do you only think about yourself when others who'd walk that extra mile for you surround you? It's selfish- downright selfish. It makes me sick! YOU make me sick with your superiority! I can't believe you and your stupid goal! It's wrong- absolutely wrong!"

"Like you even know what wrong means- don't you dare preach to me, girl!" Mello shouted at her, grabbing her shoulders and digging his fingers into her arms as he watched her wince and glare before she screamed back frustrated, "I can preach as much as I want, unlike you! I KNOW firsthand what wrong is! My whole life was wrong! Or did you forget about my damn scars, Mello? Did you forget how I got them? Did you forget what I've lost? You haven't lost ANYTHING in your life, except to Near! When you lose something, then you know what wrong is, Mello. But until then, YOU can't preach to me."

Mello continued to tighten his grip on her arms as she continued, "Making someone submit to your will is wrong, as is watching it happen when you can do something about it! You don't understand that at all! You're jealous, selfish, bitter and cold- and you'll never change!" Emily squirmed out of his grasp and continued to glare at him.

"You're wrong!" Mello snarled in her ear as he pulled her close enough for her to smell his breath that had a hint of chocolate on it.

She turned away from him and started to open the door before Mello forcibly shut it. Emily glanced at him and glared, saying, "Maybe I am. But looking at your face right now…and how your eyes are so cruel…I know I'm not wrong. That's why…,"She continued after successfully opening the door and stepping into the hall, "I don't care if you hurt me for helping Sayu- I'll keep helping her until she leaves. At least I'm doing something right, unlike you."

With those words, she stormed off, leaving Mello glaring at the spot she had stood, unable to come to terms with her words as he turned back to the monitors.