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Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,652
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Addiction
Chapter IV: Addiction
Mello and I flew to Los Angeles the next day after arriving at Whammy\'s House. We were at the baggage claim, with a number of mysterious men. I picked up my black leather suitcase from the revolving circular belt. "We have to make this look like a kidnapping," Mello said, as he collected his own belongings. "When we get to the base, I\'ll need to restrain you and photograph you to send to the Japanese police, where Kira is involved, like you said, right?" I opened the handle on my suitcase. "I don\'t know about this, Kira might kill me, knowing I\'m in enemy hands," I said. "And what\'s with these guys? Who are they?" Mello smirked and said confidently, "There guys are the best in the biz for my plan. Right now, I have other agents capturing the Chief Director of the Japanese Police."
"Well, what\'s the point of that?" I asked. Mello reached into his black knapsack and pulled out a very full manilla folder. "They have something I want," he said. He handed me the folder, and after just a few seconds, I knew exactly what it was. This was the Kira case file. The thing that Mello wanted was undoubtedly the "Deathnote," a notebook that alledgedly kills just by writing a name down in it. "...Deathnote?" I said. "You have to be kidding me. A silly little notebook?" "No joke," Mello said. "I thought it was crazy, but it makes sense. What else could kill thousands of people, in thousands of different locations, all at once?" I looked down at my feet again, thinking. This was crazy. How could something like this come into existance?
We left LAX, and outside was an old muscle car, and inside was a boy about Mello\'s age, wearing goggles, a striped long-sleeve shirt, and a fleece vest. "You go with Matt," Mello said. "He\'s trustworthy, don\'t worry." Mello and the goon-men got inside a black SUV, and I stepped up to Matt\'s car. I opened the door, and he looked over at me, and said, "Hey, hurry up, we gotta go, man." I got in the car and buckled myself in, and just as soon I was restrained, he floored it and took off onto the interstate. I looked around the car, and I noticed a gamecube buckled into the backseat. Matt noticed me gawking at the strange sight, and said casually, "Gotta protect my baby, m\'am."
My cell started ringing, and I immediately debated whether to answer it. I pulled it out, and saw that Misa was calling me. I let it ring, and she ended up leaving me a voicemail. I listened to the voicemail. "Hey, Xian, this is Misa," she said. "I stopped by your hotel room, and it was totally empty. I just wanna know where you are. Raito is worried too. Call me when you get this, okay?" I closed my phone. I looked over at Matt, smoking a cigarette while racing down the interstate. He seemed very locked into the road. "Can I bum one off you?" I asked, pointing at his cigarette. Matt didn\'t say anything, and just tossed me the pack. I balanced the fag between my lips and lit it with my butane lighter.
"Badass lighter," he said, looking at my lighter. "Yeah," I said. "My boyfriend gave it to me before he died. It saved his life once." Matt chortled and said, "Then why\'s he dead?" I looked at my feet and said, "Not even the most badass lighter can save you from Kira." He twitched, looking a little uncomfortable, probably feeling guilty. "I\'m sorry," he said. "Anyway, how did it save his life?" I took a long drag of my cigarette. "Someone tried to shoot him, but the lighter deflected the shot," I said, pointing out the dent in the lighter. "Cool," Matt said. "Hold on."
He took a sharp turn onto a dirt road. He stopped on the side of the road, and turned off the car. "Take off your clothes," he said simply. In shock, I responded, "Wh-what?!" Matt smirked and said, "Chillax. Here." He handed me a black garbage bag. "There\'s some other clothes in there, I\'ll step out. I won\'t peek, promise," he said, stepping out of the car, with his back leaning against the window. I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans, socks and shoes. I reached into the bag, and pulled out a silver, shiny evening gown, black pumps, and underthings. I removed my underwear and tossed my clothes into the garbage bag. I put on the new underthings and the dress, and then opened the window we tossed out the bag. "Dump your other clothes out here too," Matt said. "Why do I need to change my clothes?" I asked as I emptied my suitcase of my clothes. "We need to avoid the risk of tracking devices," he said. Then, he promptly dropped his smoldering cigarette butt onto the pile of clothes. They immediately ignited, burning all the clothes I had. Matt got back in the car and we were off again.
"We\'re not far now," Matt said. "Just a couple miles further." I looked onto the oncoming landscape, but I saw nothing but sand. After another fifteen minutes, the road utterly disappeared into the sand. He drove another a few feet, and stopped. "Weeeeeellpp," he said. "This is your stop." I looked at him, very confused, waiting for an explanation. "Bye," he just said, waiting for me to get out. "Uh," I stammered, trying to figure out the fact that there was nothing there. "Well, what d\'ya want? A goodbye kiss?" He said, irritated. "Well, you are kinda pretty," he smirked at me. I scoffed at him, and said, annoyed, "Seeya." I got out of his car, and as soon as I shut the door, he sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
I walked around the area looking for any sign of a building or something. After a few minutes, I stepped on something metal. I looked down and saw it was trap door, covered in sand. I bent down and took the handle in my hand. I opened the heavy door, and inside, was a dark staircase. Beyond that, I heard voices echoing. I started down the staircase, using my lighter to light the way, until I came into a room with several extravagant couches, and several men sitting in them. I put the lighter away, and looked around. I saw Mello sitting in a couch on the right side of the room, eating chocolate. "Hey," Mello said, causing the others to acknowledge my presence.
"What\'s with the dress? I look like a member of the mafia," I said. Mello nodded in the direction of the other men. "That\'s the point," he said. "They\'re mafia members, and I wanted you fit in." Suddenly, the goony-ness of these guys made sense. "Mello," I said. "I\'m beginning to doubt the legal integrity of your plan." The group burst into hysterical laughter, except for Mello, who just sat there, thoughtfully chewing his chocolate. "I\'d like to get into that dress," one of the guys said. "Easy there, Kal, you might make blondy mad," said one of the others. Indeed, Mello looked furious, and eyed Kal with an I-am-going-to-disembowel-you-and-eat-your-first-born look. "No really," he continued. "Come over here, baby, come sit on Santa\'s lap, he got a present for y-AUGH!" A bullet hole smoldered in the wall right about Kal\'s head. Kal\'s face was white as a sheet, and he sat completely still, petrified. Mello sat there, with a deadly KEEP-MACKING-ON-MY-WOMAN-AND-I-WILL-SERIOUSLY-BLOW-YOUR-FUCKING-BRAINS-OUT glare. I decided to tear Mello away from the dirty-minded henchman before any brain matter ends up on the antique rug.
"Mello, can I please talk to you privately?" I asked. He set the pistol down, and said, "Sure," with a little bite to his voice. We walked out of the room and into a corridor, and I rolled my eyes as I heard snickering coming from the mafia members. Mello and I stepped into a dormitory, and he shut the door behind us. "What is this place?" I asked. "This is an old base used for making exchanges. It\'s perfect for our uses," he said. "And what was up with Kal? Defensive much," I said, poking a little fun at him. Mello kicked the floor, staring down at it, and said, "Well. I just care about you. Alot. You know." I saw a little pink sprouting up in his face again. "Aww, come here," I said, opening my arms, offering a hug. He just stood there, looking into my eyes. I dropped my arms, just waiting for something to happen. "Morgan," he said quietly. "Yes..?" I answered him.
And with that, his lips crashed into mine, seeming to burn with desire and agression. His tongue tasted like chocolate, with a hint of mint mixed in. There was something strangely hypnotic about the way his gloved hand rubbed the side of my neck. The cool, rough leather seemed to make my skin burn. He pressed up against me and backed me into the wall. He broke the kiss and started kissing at my neck. "..Mello.." I cried weakly, trying to allow myself to want to stop. And then, he started grinding against me, and all willpower just melted away. "..oh..." was all I could manage to breathe out.
"Boss, we gotta situation," came the calls of one of the henchman in the hall. "Where are you?" Mello pulled away from me, much to my inner dismay. He stepped out of the door without another word. I was left reeling, begging for more. I was addicted now.
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Author\'s Note: I am so proud of this chapter, I thought Matt was perfectly in character, and I gave lots of Mello lovin\' too. He is so under-appreciated.
Mello and I flew to Los Angeles the next day after arriving at Whammy\'s House. We were at the baggage claim, with a number of mysterious men. I picked up my black leather suitcase from the revolving circular belt. "We have to make this look like a kidnapping," Mello said, as he collected his own belongings. "When we get to the base, I\'ll need to restrain you and photograph you to send to the Japanese police, where Kira is involved, like you said, right?" I opened the handle on my suitcase. "I don\'t know about this, Kira might kill me, knowing I\'m in enemy hands," I said. "And what\'s with these guys? Who are they?" Mello smirked and said confidently, "There guys are the best in the biz for my plan. Right now, I have other agents capturing the Chief Director of the Japanese Police."
"Well, what\'s the point of that?" I asked. Mello reached into his black knapsack and pulled out a very full manilla folder. "They have something I want," he said. He handed me the folder, and after just a few seconds, I knew exactly what it was. This was the Kira case file. The thing that Mello wanted was undoubtedly the "Deathnote," a notebook that alledgedly kills just by writing a name down in it. "...Deathnote?" I said. "You have to be kidding me. A silly little notebook?" "No joke," Mello said. "I thought it was crazy, but it makes sense. What else could kill thousands of people, in thousands of different locations, all at once?" I looked down at my feet again, thinking. This was crazy. How could something like this come into existance?
We left LAX, and outside was an old muscle car, and inside was a boy about Mello\'s age, wearing goggles, a striped long-sleeve shirt, and a fleece vest. "You go with Matt," Mello said. "He\'s trustworthy, don\'t worry." Mello and the goon-men got inside a black SUV, and I stepped up to Matt\'s car. I opened the door, and he looked over at me, and said, "Hey, hurry up, we gotta go, man." I got in the car and buckled myself in, and just as soon I was restrained, he floored it and took off onto the interstate. I looked around the car, and I noticed a gamecube buckled into the backseat. Matt noticed me gawking at the strange sight, and said casually, "Gotta protect my baby, m\'am."
My cell started ringing, and I immediately debated whether to answer it. I pulled it out, and saw that Misa was calling me. I let it ring, and she ended up leaving me a voicemail. I listened to the voicemail. "Hey, Xian, this is Misa," she said. "I stopped by your hotel room, and it was totally empty. I just wanna know where you are. Raito is worried too. Call me when you get this, okay?" I closed my phone. I looked over at Matt, smoking a cigarette while racing down the interstate. He seemed very locked into the road. "Can I bum one off you?" I asked, pointing at his cigarette. Matt didn\'t say anything, and just tossed me the pack. I balanced the fag between my lips and lit it with my butane lighter.
"Badass lighter," he said, looking at my lighter. "Yeah," I said. "My boyfriend gave it to me before he died. It saved his life once." Matt chortled and said, "Then why\'s he dead?" I looked at my feet and said, "Not even the most badass lighter can save you from Kira." He twitched, looking a little uncomfortable, probably feeling guilty. "I\'m sorry," he said. "Anyway, how did it save his life?" I took a long drag of my cigarette. "Someone tried to shoot him, but the lighter deflected the shot," I said, pointing out the dent in the lighter. "Cool," Matt said. "Hold on."
He took a sharp turn onto a dirt road. He stopped on the side of the road, and turned off the car. "Take off your clothes," he said simply. In shock, I responded, "Wh-what?!" Matt smirked and said, "Chillax. Here." He handed me a black garbage bag. "There\'s some other clothes in there, I\'ll step out. I won\'t peek, promise," he said, stepping out of the car, with his back leaning against the window. I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans, socks and shoes. I reached into the bag, and pulled out a silver, shiny evening gown, black pumps, and underthings. I removed my underwear and tossed my clothes into the garbage bag. I put on the new underthings and the dress, and then opened the window we tossed out the bag. "Dump your other clothes out here too," Matt said. "Why do I need to change my clothes?" I asked as I emptied my suitcase of my clothes. "We need to avoid the risk of tracking devices," he said. Then, he promptly dropped his smoldering cigarette butt onto the pile of clothes. They immediately ignited, burning all the clothes I had. Matt got back in the car and we were off again.
"We\'re not far now," Matt said. "Just a couple miles further." I looked onto the oncoming landscape, but I saw nothing but sand. After another fifteen minutes, the road utterly disappeared into the sand. He drove another a few feet, and stopped. "Weeeeeellpp," he said. "This is your stop." I looked at him, very confused, waiting for an explanation. "Bye," he just said, waiting for me to get out. "Uh," I stammered, trying to figure out the fact that there was nothing there. "Well, what d\'ya want? A goodbye kiss?" He said, irritated. "Well, you are kinda pretty," he smirked at me. I scoffed at him, and said, annoyed, "Seeya." I got out of his car, and as soon as I shut the door, he sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
I walked around the area looking for any sign of a building or something. After a few minutes, I stepped on something metal. I looked down and saw it was trap door, covered in sand. I bent down and took the handle in my hand. I opened the heavy door, and inside, was a dark staircase. Beyond that, I heard voices echoing. I started down the staircase, using my lighter to light the way, until I came into a room with several extravagant couches, and several men sitting in them. I put the lighter away, and looked around. I saw Mello sitting in a couch on the right side of the room, eating chocolate. "Hey," Mello said, causing the others to acknowledge my presence.
"What\'s with the dress? I look like a member of the mafia," I said. Mello nodded in the direction of the other men. "That\'s the point," he said. "They\'re mafia members, and I wanted you fit in." Suddenly, the goony-ness of these guys made sense. "Mello," I said. "I\'m beginning to doubt the legal integrity of your plan." The group burst into hysterical laughter, except for Mello, who just sat there, thoughtfully chewing his chocolate. "I\'d like to get into that dress," one of the guys said. "Easy there, Kal, you might make blondy mad," said one of the others. Indeed, Mello looked furious, and eyed Kal with an I-am-going-to-disembowel-you-and-eat-your-first-born look. "No really," he continued. "Come over here, baby, come sit on Santa\'s lap, he got a present for y-AUGH!" A bullet hole smoldered in the wall right about Kal\'s head. Kal\'s face was white as a sheet, and he sat completely still, petrified. Mello sat there, with a deadly KEEP-MACKING-ON-MY-WOMAN-AND-I-WILL-SERIOUSLY-BLOW-YOUR-FUCKING-BRAINS-OUT glare. I decided to tear Mello away from the dirty-minded henchman before any brain matter ends up on the antique rug.
"Mello, can I please talk to you privately?" I asked. He set the pistol down, and said, "Sure," with a little bite to his voice. We walked out of the room and into a corridor, and I rolled my eyes as I heard snickering coming from the mafia members. Mello and I stepped into a dormitory, and he shut the door behind us. "What is this place?" I asked. "This is an old base used for making exchanges. It\'s perfect for our uses," he said. "And what was up with Kal? Defensive much," I said, poking a little fun at him. Mello kicked the floor, staring down at it, and said, "Well. I just care about you. Alot. You know." I saw a little pink sprouting up in his face again. "Aww, come here," I said, opening my arms, offering a hug. He just stood there, looking into my eyes. I dropped my arms, just waiting for something to happen. "Morgan," he said quietly. "Yes..?" I answered him.
And with that, his lips crashed into mine, seeming to burn with desire and agression. His tongue tasted like chocolate, with a hint of mint mixed in. There was something strangely hypnotic about the way his gloved hand rubbed the side of my neck. The cool, rough leather seemed to make my skin burn. He pressed up against me and backed me into the wall. He broke the kiss and started kissing at my neck. "..Mello.." I cried weakly, trying to allow myself to want to stop. And then, he started grinding against me, and all willpower just melted away. "..oh..." was all I could manage to breathe out.
"Boss, we gotta situation," came the calls of one of the henchman in the hall. "Where are you?" Mello pulled away from me, much to my inner dismay. He stepped out of the door without another word. I was left reeling, begging for more. I was addicted now.
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Author\'s Note: I am so proud of this chapter, I thought Matt was perfectly in character, and I gave lots of Mello lovin\' too. He is so under-appreciated.