Blood and Sugar

Chapter VIII: Transcend

I spent the next three weeks in a cell under constant servelliance. It had a matress, and a toilet, and that was it. I was only give a meager amount of food each day. My hands were constantly bound behind my back. I was constantly hungry, every part of me was sore. I was given no books, a television, or anything to pass the time. They had stripped me of my humanity. I was questioned for hours at a time, but I refused to tell them anything. The only thing I said was yes, the shoes were mine, no I didn't help kill L, and me shooting Yagami was self-defense.

However, one day, just before Christmas, they informed me I was temorarily being transfered to New York to be questioned by the SPK. I was sedated the whole trip, transported by private jet. I awoke, my hands and ankles bound. I opened my eyes, and there, sitting before me was Near, in a pile of toys. He has started making a city out of dice. "You're awake," he observed. "I imagine you're very hungry." I bit my lip. "Yes," I trembled. "They don't give me much to eat." Near kept stacking dice at the same pace, not taking his eyes off of them. "I imagine not. They believe you helped Kira kill L, because you were with him right before he died. Is this true?" All I could think about was food. I was ravenously hungry, my human instincts were consuming me. "Yes," I said. "But I didn't hurt him in anyway, he was my boyfriend, and I came to Japan to see him. The only thing we did was make love." Near scoffed. "Ew. On a roof?" I pulled at my ankles chain. "Yes. Can I have something to eat? Please?"

"Soon enough," he said. "You shot Soichiro Yagami several times, including a fatal shot to the neck. Correct?" I sank my head. "Yes, but he was going to write Mello's name down in the deathnote. Yagami was a brave man, I admired him, but I couldn't let him kill Mello." Near smiled coyly. "I see. But let me tell you something, Morgan. Mello might own your heart, and L might own your soul, but I will own your mind. It's only fair, I think." I looked up at him, still concentrating on his dice. "What?" I said. "I'm L's successor, therefore I should get everything he had. I'm confident that one day, you will fall in love with me like you did with L. I am everything L was," he said. "Aren't you a little young for me?" I said. "I only look small because I'm usually sitting down. I'm almost Mello's age, and he isn't too young for you, apparently."

"Now," Near continued. "You seem pretty much unarmed, so you can have restraints removed." I felt the chains moving, loosening, and falling from my wrists. A tall, blonde woman walked out from behind me. She came around to my leg, and unlocked the chain from my ankle. I moved my arms, my face clenching in pain. My body was racked with pain. My arms were stiff and sore. I placed my hands in my lap for the first in weeks. I felt weak and beaten. Near pushed a plate of sandwiches towards me. I immediately forgot the pain and engulfed my mouth with food. It tasted so good to me, even though I didn't know what kind they were or what they actually tasted like. After inhaling every crumb of food on the plate, I started to feel more alive and awake.

"I'm going to have you placed in a maximum security facility," Near said. "I think you'll find that much better." He signaled to the woman, and a man also started coming towards me. "Lidner and Gevanni will take care of you," he said. Gevanni, the man, cuffed my hands in front of my body. They placed a blindfold on my eyes, and grasped my arms, and started leading me out the door. It was refreshing to feel the air outside, even if it was just a fleeting moment. And then I heard the sound of an engine.

I fell to the ground. There were shouts, the sound of a small explosion. Then I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me into something- a car. It smelled of fine leather upholstery. The door shut and I was thrown on to the floor from the sudden velocity of the car speeding off. I pulled off my blindfold. I knew this car. I crawled back up on the seat. "Fancy meeting you here," Matt said, a cigarette perched in his lips. "Buckle up, Mello wants his package delivered in one piece." At first, I felt relieved and ecstatic to be out of prison. And then I remembered that the only reason I was in jail in the first place was because he left me. He left me. "I'm not sure I'm interested in seeing him," I said. "He kinda left me to be arrested." Matt took a long drag of his fag. "Weren't you shot?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I almost bled to death."

"Exactly," Matt said. "Thanks to him, you only almost bled to death. Think of this; if he had taken you too, there'd be nothing anyone could do for you. He didn't escape unscathed either." I helped myself to one of Matt's cigarettes. I struggled lighting it with my bound hands. "Is there any way to get these cuffs off?" I asked. Matt tossed his faintly glowing butt out the window. "I got something for that. We'll get those off when we get there." Matt turned off onto an exit towards a Motel. He pulled into the parking lot of it and parked his car in a spot right near a row of rooms. He handed me a jacket. "Put that over your hands to hide the cuffs. Let's go," he said. I stepped out of the car into the frigid December air. I started shivering uncontrollably. We headed up a case of concrete stairs, and to a dirty, beaten door. Matt knocked on it firmly. "Special delivery," he said jokingly. The locked clicked, and the door creaked upon slowly.

His face. Mello's face bore a large scar over his left eye, eating up nearly half his face, and part of his neck. His once neatly combed blonde hair was butchered and messy. I stared at him, taking it in. "Mihael," I said quietly, barely able to look at this war-torn state. "Yeah.." Matt said. "I guess that's my cue to exit...eh..seeya." Matt turned away, and started down for his car. I stepped inside the room, into the silence. The jacket fell off my hands, revealing my still cuffed wrists. Without a word, he picked up a hairpin from the table right next to the ugly motel couch. He started picking the lock on the cuffs, gently grasping my hands. My senses seemed to celebrate with the return of his touch. The cold metal fell from my hands and dropped to the floor with a metal clang. "Don't stop," I begged.

His hands slid onto my waist, his thumbs gently grazing my skin. My own hands clutched at his shoulders. Five weeks. Five weeks away from this. It felt more like five lifetimes. It felt as though I had died five times just to get to that moment. Warm lips found my own, sending my mind into a frenzy of feelings. My fingers tingled, my lips burned, and my whole body seemed to tremble. The long kiss ended with his teeth lightly nibbling my lip. I took a sharp breath, and asked, "Is this real?" Mello pressed his body against mine, and whispered into my ear, "I sure hope so." I had to ask because the whole experience seemed to transcend reality. We leaned back onto the bed, and I took in the heat of his body on mine, the weight. I grasped the sides of his head with my hands, pulling in for another smoldering kiss. His hands rubbed my shoulders intensely, and it felt so good. I moaned slightly as he started kissing my neck, with one of his hands tugging gently at my hair.

His other hand grasped the white t-shirt I had on, pulling it over my head. He tossed onto the floor, and I went to work on his shirt, pulling of and adding it to the pile. He started kissing down my neck, to my collar bone, all the down to my stomach. He pulled off the black sweatpants I was wearing, and then my underwear, tossing them away with the other articles clothing. I felt his hands on my thighs, gently parting them. He was right over me, one hand on the bed holding himself up, the other undoing his own pants. He leaned back down on me, positioning himself. I let out a shaky breath as I felt him enter me. He moved gently in and out, with his lips locked on mine. He started picking up the pace, making me pant and curl my toes. One hand was on the mattress, the other gently holding my neck. I dug my nails into his scalp and neck, increasing in intensity as he went faster. He started to groan loudly as he got closer to his climax.

I begged for more. Faster. Harder. Deeper. And he was more than happy to oblige. Soon I was barely able to breathe, also very close. He climaxed inside of me, still going until I too reached my peak. We collapsed into the covers, lying close together. "What will happen to us when we catch Kira?" Mello said thoughtfully, petting my hair. "I wanna go back to London, maybe in the countryside," I said. "We can have our own little place. Our own little corner." He gently kissed me, his arm around me, and we drifted asleep. I finally was able to dream again, in safe hands.