Mizu: Fu*k I overslept... bleck...
Ameko: I thought you set the phone alarm to 7:00!
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Loki: Jack... I am your father...
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fairytailasaurus: EDWIN IS AMAZING! I SHIP I SO MUCH! :D But a tiny part of myself want's Ed all to myself... BUT OH WELL! And I'm actually going at Edward for this megacon coming up! The automail arm costed about 115.00 dollars and about 215.00 dollars in total c: WORTH IT!
Nifawiwa: Why thank you Nifa! While I was writing the chapter I was thinking to myself "Near has no emotions... Near has no emotions... BUT HE ALSO HAS EMOTIONS!" It was fun :D And I don't think it was relatively hard for me... All I have to do is think of Near and Yuki in the situation and always have the voice in my head tell me "Is this what Near would do?" YAS! Yuno x Yukki is amazing! Yuno is actually my favorite character on that show. AND WHAT!? THERES AN EXTRA EPISODE!? MUST... RESIST... URGE... MUST WRITE FANFICTION FIRST! And... Not really. My family has a dog named Bella and my family wouldn't have wanted me to name her Monokuma because she's black and white (She's A Havanese) Kofuku! She's the only Dundere i'll ever love! SHE IS SO CUTE! And despite what most think I believe that Kofuku knows that Hiyori likes Yato and Yato likes Hiyori and she's so understanding of it and... UGH I LOVE HER! I hope you enjoy!
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*someone knocks on the door*
Ameko: *grabs knife* INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
Mizu: HOW DID THEY FIND US!? I KNOW I CHANGED OUR NAMES WHEN WE FLEW AWAY TO MY SECRET BASEMENT!
?: Why did you do that?
Mizu: You... How the hell did you get in here!?
Jack Frost: In tru da window!
Mizu: WE HAVE A FUCKING WINDOW!?
Ameko: WE NEVER ASKED YOU TO BE A GUEST STAR! *swings at Jack*
Jack: Hey come on! *turns Ameko into an ice cube*
Mizu: *pokes* Thank you so much...
Jack: No problem!
Mizu: On that note let's move on to the chapter!
Jack: Remember to review snowflakes!
Silence hung over the run-down hideout like a cloud, fear and determination blazing behind each of our eyes in turn.
"Guys... Please don't die..." I murmured.
Matt slipped on the Kevlar vest. "Don't worry Amaya... Just make sure that goes for you too..."
I nodded. Mello lifted a bitten bar of chocolate to his lips before hesitating and set it back on the table.
My eyes flicked to the scar donning Mello's features with guilt staining my skin.
The blonde noticed this and turned to me. "Amaya don't worry. We won't die..." I shook my head and looked down towards the floor.
"Mells... I wanted to save you from it" I confessed vaguely.
He blinked. "What?"
I clenched my fists. "I wanted to save you from the explosion. I wanted to make sure you never got your scar..."
"Amaya it's ok I don't care about the scar-" I cut him off.
"Mello you don't get it! If I couldn't save you from the explosion then how can I keep you from dying?!" Tears streamed down my face at the thought of Matt lying against his car, riddled with blood and bullets and the image of Mello's limp body hanging on the steering wheel car.
Mello stood up and pulled me into a tight, protective embrace. "Amaya. Stop thinking about that explosion and start focusing on how happy we'll be when this shit is over"
I grit my teeth and accepted being in his arms.
Matt spoke up from his broken chair. "I think I wanna go see Wammys..."
Mello and I looked over at him.
The gamer grinned. "When this is over you think we could go back there? Just for old time's sake?"
I smiled, wiping the drying tears off my skin. "I'd like that... We could go and see Linda again! I miss her..."
"Yeah, why not..." Mello complied before standing up and reaching his hand out to me.
"Let's not put this off any longer... We need to go" I swallowed the raw fear clogging my throat and gripped the leather of Mello's gloves to stand up.
With a resounding beep Matt shut off his game and set it in his back pocket. Mello squeezed my hand reassuringly before shoving the shattered door open.
Just as Mello was about to get on his bike and strap on his helmet he leaned closer to me for a kiss. I halted him with a finger on his lips.
"Promise me that you'll survive" I muttered.
The leather-clad genius gave a small smile. "I promise..."
As Mello became a tiny black spot in the distance I turned back to the redhead.
"You and I both know Mello's way too stubborn to die. He'd probably just sit there at the gates of heaven pouting like a little kid to go back and see you" I laughed half-hardheartedly at Matt trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't think I forgot about you. You aren't allowed to die either" I mentioned bossily while getting into the passenger seat of the shining red camaro.
Matt smirked and closed the door to the car, taking off towards the destination of Kiyomi Takada.
Matt lifted a cigarette to his lips, taking a long hit as we drove up to the sound of cameras and flashing lights. The redhead took a deep breath before flooring the pedal and speeding towards the crowd. I gripped the side of the door as the car skid. Matt pointed the smoke gun at the crowd and fired the shot without hesitation.
I glued my eyesight to the rear view mirror in vain, unable to see Mello's black bike anywhere in the smoke.
"Good luck Mells..." I muttered as the red camaro became pursued by more then four cars at once.
I caught a look of the fleeting, blurred black glimpses when I caught a look behind, the sudden terror of the vehicles made my heart pound in my ears.
"Thank you Grand Theft Auto!" Matt shouted to himself. As he was driving I leaned back behind the seat, rummaging around the (possibly) not loaded shotguns and other random equipment for the bulletproof helmet. My body ripped with pulled muscles as one side of my chest was shoved into the seating and the other slamming against the door as Matt drove into a sharp turn.
My cobalt pools burned their cyan flames as I shoveled down the pain and kept on searching. Finally, after a few more painful crashes, I secured my grip on the underside of the red helmet.
"MATT!" I shouted over the noise of cars and skidding tires.
The sky had turned black and my vision became a shaky blurring of colors as I bashed my head against the side of Matt's seat.
"Amaya!? You alright?" He called with concern, unable to turn away from the sight of the street.
"Fine!" I replied hastily before gripping the cigarette in Matt's mouth and chucking it to the backseat.
The gamer growled irritably as I got the heavy protection over the dark strands of crimson, him unable to see for a short period of time.
My pulse was skyrocketing as we drove down a familiar street...
"MATT GET THE HELMET ON NOW!" I screamed.
Matt nodded and took his hands off the wheels for me.
I directed the car straight towards the area of death as I heard the small satisfying sound of the helmet securing onto Matt's head.
The moment that Matt took the steering wheel and I dove to my seat and tried to stay out of view. My organs seemingly jumped to my chest as Matt roughly skid the car sideways and I bashed my head against the car dashboard. I could feel a cut above my right eye slit open and streaks of crimson slightly blur my eyesight.
"Amaya?" He whispered in fear.
I nodded. "Just a scratch... I've had worse..." I gave a pain-concealing smile.
I peeked up above to see the windshield and was faced with a horrific sight. More then ten different cars were all stationed around the red car menacingly.
The suit and tie men all raised their pistols at the car.
Matt looked at me, hidden from their sight, and flashed me a grin...
...before stepping outside.
"Hey cmon, Gimme a break! Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry around such big guns?" Matt's hands were raised in surrender as he stepped into the street on the side of his car.
"You got me. I'm a part of the whole kidnapping incident. That means you'll have alot of questions to ask... You wouldn't shoot-"
And the guns went off.
I screamed painfully, covered by the ear-splitting noise of the gunshots. My blood-curling scream was derived into the seats to muffle to noise of loss and fear.
I sobbed to myself as blood-mixed tears, stained by the blood of my cut that by now had stained the side of my face, streamed down my face.
Throwing my own safety to the wolves I looked over the windshield to see Matt's bloodstained vest and a prominent sight of two bullets close to each other on his shoulder and lower arm.
The cars drove away in pursuit of Mello and I immediately flung myself out onto the street, not caring about the hundreds of eyes trained on me.
My sobs racked my body as I pulled the crimson sight of Matt into the car and speeding away.
"M-MaAAATT!" I wailed in agony but refusing to stop the car. I looked down at the directions I made myself to find the church Mello would be at and turning to the wheel.
As I drove I pulled Matt's body closer to mine and started shaking it desperately.
"OH GOD MATT! PLEASE WAKE UP!" I bawled.
And then. Right there. My heart stopped.
"A...maya..." Matt muttered weakly.
"M-Matt?" I whimpered in hope.
I ripped off the damaged helmet and threw it into an unknown corner of the backseat to examine Matt with tearful eyes.
His face was left unhurt but blood still seeped out of the wound in his arm. Against his will I ripped off his goggles to see that his emerald green eyes that shone like a field of grass took on a playful gleam.
"Wow... Y'know... Mello's gonna kill me... when he sees that cut..." I let out a few breaths of laughter as Matt flashed his signature grin.
My relief that spread through the veins and blood like a cool splash of water after spending a year in the desert all but drifted away as I realized that I was almost there.
I was almost at the church.
Mello was about to die...
-End of Chapter 57-
