Gold & Guns

Suggested Listening: Stay Alive by Smile Empty Soul (awesome band, I suggest you listen to their stuff)

Part 9

~Stay Alive~

If asked, Mello might have admitted he had made a mistake.

He shot a few more rounds off into the wall and closed his eyes as a few of them flew back at him, missing him by inches. He shouldn't have asked the way he had... demanded...

His lips pulled back into a snarl and he kicked the wall.

Matt just didn't fucking understand!

But he couldn't expect Matt to understand when he couldn't even explain it. Why he felt angry towards everyone who set eyes on Matt that wasn't him. For the people who wanted to touch him, and probably fantasized about him. He hated them.

He hated himself more for not being able to tell Matt the reasons why he didn't want him at the club anymore.

He clenched the trigger again and again until the chamber held no more, and even then his anger wasn't abated. Throwing the gun across the room he slammed his fist against the wall.

Things had been going alright between them, amazing as he seemed to be the only one to give a shit about their friendship in the first place, until he had gone to get Matt from work and seen him on that damn stage again. Doing those things that had people tossing money up there, reaching out to touch him when he got too close to the edge.

Mello had felt rage, and something far more depressing, bubble to the surface and all he had wanted was to burn the club to the ground and maybe even dance in the ashes. He had never liked places like that before, and with Matt working there, he liked them a hell of a lot less.

He hadn't said anything to Matt as he drove them back to his apartment, Mello having driven him there earlier as he had an errand to run, and even then he had downed two bars of dark chocolate before he had even attempted to speak to the redhead.

Mello knew he wasn't the most subtle person, and he had tried to form his thoughts into acceptable words, but every time his thoughts simply drifted back to that stage and everything just spilled out resulting in a shouting match between the two of them.

He had never been good at negotiating unless it was with a gun in hand and his fist in the other persons face, so he knew he shouldn't have been surprised that his attempt in actually talking to Matt had failed so spectacularly.

"Goddamn it!" he swore. But the look on Matt's face... he would be lucky if Matt spoke to him again anytime soon. The only thing that consoled him was that he had gotten the murder notebook and testing it had gone well, ending in most of the SPK being killed. Near, sadly not included.

Mello squeezed his eyes tightly together and took a deep calming breath and repeated the latter a few more times until the anger had left him. There were things to do... things he needed to keep his mind occupied with. His troubles with Matt... had to come second.

Or so he told himself as he stalked from the room. No one dared speak or even so much as look at him in the hallways, probably having heard him shooting and not wanting to be on the receiving end of it.

He sat on the striped couch and pulled up his laptop, that had not been touched in his absence, onto the seat next to him. He briefly glanced at the shinigami on the screen, sneering at the hideous creature, before checking the rest of the cameras. There was nothing going on.

Mello looked up as something flew across the room and he instinctively caught it before it struck him in the face. It was a bar of chocolate, an expensive dark brand. Rod grinned before he turned back to the women at his side. He didn't care if his outburst had been obvious. He didn't even care that they all knew that chocolate calmed him. He unfolded the edged and instead of snapping off a piece he sucked gently on a corner, letting it hang out of the corner of his mouth.

There were so many things he needed to be thinking about, but he was too damn distracted to do so and he hated it. Everything fell back to-

"Arggg!" he stared calmly, uneasily calm, as those around him clutched at their chests and fell into heaps on the floor, groaning, before they became nothing more than lifeless corpses. He violently snapped off a piece of chocolate, no longer wanting the calming effect of the slow melting, and stared blankly at the surveillance even as he heard the blasts of them being invaded.

Kira, was all he could think.

Sidoh was still standing there straight as a statue and unmoving. Perhaps he had been a fool to have posted a shinigami as a watcher. He sprung into action and as he darted across the room he spied the notebook underneath Rods body and shouted at two subordinates to grab it as he hurried up the steps.

At that point the notebook was only a secondary concern, he was almost single minded in his need to get to the detonators. He kept on until he reached the large room illuminated only by the screens of computers. He swiftly grabbed the detonator and clicked off the screens. He had only just sat on the desk, consumed by shadows, when a figure stood in the doorway searching the room with its measly light.

He wouldn't be seen. He pressed one of the buttons and explosions rang out as the exits crumbled. "That was only the entrance, next time the entire place will go up." immediately the light shifted again and his face was illuminated.

He sat, frozen, as his name was spoken to him. They had a name and a face. It didn't matter if he hid anymore. He flicked the screens back into life and hacked out a laugh. It was Yagami again.

He really didn't want to kill him, and he told him so, but the man had left him no choice and he didn't spare it another thought as Jose rolled onto his back and peppered Yagami's back with bullets, more than enough bullets to go through all that protective gear.

He hastily shoved on the gas mask, he didn't need anyone else seeing his face, and he certainly didn't want to be without protection if he had to...

Jose was shot dead by one of the men now standing in the doorway. There was no getting out. They would shoot him if he tried anything, and the second his face was seen he was as good as dead.

He waited, for just another second, before he lifted his hand in resignation...

I'm sorry Matt

...he pressed the bottom button. The room exploded and everything became a blur.

-End Stay Alive-