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Annals of Fear II	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 5803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fenian was on the 'phone when they entered.    They were damp from the drizzle and Mello was slightly breathless, as he had carried Matt on his back up the slope.    "Ok, Century, but where are you right now?"   Fenian barked, in English, for Deontic was beside him and she had no Welsh.   He listened and rolled his eyes.   "And has this anything at all to do with the fucking case?"

Mello and Matt slipped into seats at the table, with Hal beside Mello snacking on crisps and giving him a quizzical look.   Mello asked her, quietly, "Has he put in an official complaint about Mail?"

"He didn't need to. I saw it all with my own eyes."

Across the room, Fenian pulled the 'phone from his ear to give it a disdainful look, then he listened again.   "Century, and I say this as someone who has always told you the fucking truth, you are thinking with your balls.    If you want my advice, put the jailbait back on the train to her Mammy and Daddy, then get your arse back down here."   He listened with a scowl to what Century was saying to him.

Mello took the opportunity to whisper, "And are you going to do anything with what you saw, Hal?"

Fenian snapped, "Well to Hell with you and your cariad anwyl after you.   I've had e-fucking-nough of..." A pause.   Deontic was pawing his arm, after the 'phone.   Fenian turned away, so she couldn't get it.    Kiana emerged from the kitchen with mugs on a tray. She hesitated when she saw Mello and Matt, but carried on coming anyway.   Fenian affected a harsh mock Welsh accent, "Come by here, is it?"   He dragged out the 'yerr' sound of 'here' far more than was strictly necessary.   "Boyo?"

"Hal?" Mello prompted.

"I haven't decided what to do yet, Mello."   She dipped into the packet for another crisp.   "Sorry."

"Fine!"   Fenian barked. "See you in five."    He broke the connection and exchanged glances with Deontic.   "He's on his way back. He was in a pub."

Deontic nodded. "Is he here courting or running this case?"

"Bit of both." Fenian replied, already en route to the table to claim his mug of tea.   Kiana stood beside him, an arm around his back, already sipping hers.    She had handed a coffee to Hal, but not met Mello's eyes, when he looked at her.   "Sniff of a fucking skirt and she's got him by the fucking balls.   They've been shoe shopping and looking around the castle."

Deontic sat down, annoyed, "What is the point of us all being here?"   Another thought struck her.   "Does she know who we are?"   No-one knew.

"First girlfriend?"   Mello asked, wryly, soliciting a frown from Fenian.    "How old is she?"

It was Hal who replied. "Sixteen."

"That's legal."

"Only just."   Hal started leafing through the take-away menus piled up on the table before her. No-one was fooled.   The air practically crackled between the two couples and she was keenly aware of it.   "But is it morally right?   Her parents don't know that she's here."

Mello smiled with forced bonhomie and lightness.   "That so? Where do they think she is?"

"With a girlfriend and her family."

"Fucking great."   Fenian contributed. "Now we're going to have an enraged father with a shotgun hunting us down."   He watched Deontic take a menu.   "Pass one over here please?    I wasn't hungry until you pair started."    The menus were distributed around the table, but they were just a distraction.   No-one was really reading them.

It took twenty minutes for a car's engine to be heard outside.   They all looked up, their stares widening in surprise as Century hurried in alone.   "Give me a tenner, is it?   Forgot to get any more out down in Aber and the old taxi waiting outside."    Fenian slammed down his menu, but Mello and Matt both smirked.   Mello rose from his seat and strode across, his hand already extracting a wallet from his back pocket.   "I owe you, Mello. Ta."   Century opened the door on a night that had taken a turn for the worse.   Rain was coming down in sheets now, bouncing off the cab and track.   Mello caught his second glimpse of Siân, perched on the backseat, chatting away to the driver.   Mello held the door open, while Century took her hand, then used his own coat to shield her from the weather. "Ta, Mello."    Century gushed, as soon as they were in the door and it was closed behind them.    He shook the rain from his hair and looked across at Fenian.   "Ok, keep your hair on. I'm here.   Everyone, this is Siân."

Mello caught Siân's eye and smiled at her, with a polite incline of his head.   Her brown eyes grew huge at the sight of him.   She gasped out, "Dewi!"   Her gaze grazing over his scar.   Then she caught Century's arm and tottered along with him, her small legs, on platform heels, struggling to keep up with his long stride.   "Iestyn, slow it down!"

"Iestyn?"   asked Deontic, her tone an accusation.

Century flushed, but it was Siân who responded.   "Oh don't mind that! It's just a pet name between us." She took in all of the watchful faces.   "I know it all.   He's told me.   It's alright."   Beside her, Century was blushing deeply, yet trying to look impassively blank.   Siân didn't notice.   She was too busy misinterpreting Deontic's look of horror.   "Don't get me wrong.   Interesting, it is, I thought, and I told him so.   Like a celebrity story.   Something Madonna and Guy or Angelina and Brad would do and very exciting to be part of it too!"

Mello had resumed his seat.   He coughed quietly for attention.   "What precisely has he told you?   Just so we know not to repeat it."

"All adopted by hippy parents, is it?   At one of those communisms." She meant commune. "Who gave out unusual names based on whatever they were reading at the time."   She smiled fondly up at Century. "I think it's so nice.   Like River Phoenix and Leaf.   Never met a boy named Century before, but he tells me that he wishes he had a nice Welsh name.   Like what? I said, cos I could call it him and it would be a pet name.   Just between me and him, see?   Iestyn, he said. Like the one from that book."   She shrugged to dismiss the reference. "So Iestyn it is and happy he is."

There was silence all around the table.   Kiana had her eyebrows raised, in memory of some of the lies that Fenian had told her at first.   Fenian coloured slightly noticing it, but turned his attention fully on the crimson Welshman. "Well, I see that she's fully up to date. Which is more than can be said for the rest of us."   He nodded towards the teenage girl.   "And how long do we have the pleasure of the lovely Siân's company?"

"Until tomorrow."   Century mumbled, then rallied. "She's on the 3.41 train back home."

Siân pouted, "I wish I could stay longer and help with the old ghost investigation.   Love 'Most Haunted', I do."

Fenian started off towards the kitchen.   "A word please, Century."    With the grimace of a condemned man, Century followed him in there.

Mello immediately jumped up.   "May I take your coat, Siân?"   He pulled out a seat, while she was shaking off her wet, bubblegum pink coat.    He took it.   "This is very nice.   Please take a seat."

"It's Nicole Farhi!" Siân declared proudly, then lowered her voice. "Got it in the sale, I did.   £250 off her!"

Mello looked impressed. "Great find.   I'll just hang it up for you."   He took it into the kitchen, startling Fenian and Century into silence.   Hanging the coat on the hooks behind the door, he asked quietly,   "So what's happening?"

Fenian glared, "A private conversation."

Century looked from one to the other.   "Send Kiana and Matt home and I'll maybe listen more carefully to the pair of you."

Fenian hissed, "I'll be sending Kiana home and fucking going home with her!"

"Oh." Century said, wincing.

Mello glanced through the open doorway to check that Matt was sitting still with no-one bothering him.   His husband was already bent over his PSP.   Mello moved to stand with Fenian and Century.   "Nice story with the name."   He winked. "So she thinks we're all adopted siblings on a ghost hunt?"

Century nodded, "You have no idea how lucky you are.   Matt knew already.   Rest of us have to do our pulling without being able to give our names.   Fucking impossible, it is." He glanced at Fenian, then took a lollipop out of his pocket and started unwrapping it. "Fenian, stay please. I've just got the ball rolling."

"By turning up?"   Fenian glowered.

Mello smiled, "Century, you get on with wooing the lady.   I'll take over the case."

"No." Century pulled a face.   "Already been up there, see.   Deontic said you'd got the cameras and what not up.   Said you were up there, Fenian.   So I stopped by there, but you were long gone."   He stepped back at the stares of both of them, then carried on into the main hall.   "Siân, let's have that old thing from your handbag, is it?"   He held out his hand and his girlfriend paused in her recounting of the designer shops in Cheshire Oaks.   She hunted in her Radley handbag and came out with an object wrapped in a Morrisons supermarket plastic bag.   Matt stared and Deontic turned pale.    "Diolch yn fawr."   Century took it and turned.   Fenian and Mello had both followed him in.   They both stared impassively at it, but Kiana, looking on, shivered without fully knowing what was in there.   "Like I say, I got the ball rolling."   He took the witch bottle from the bag and set it on the table.

Matt rose to his feet and, with a glance at Mello, shuffled off towards the door.   Mello nodded; he skirted Century to stand at the table and called across the room.   "Good thinking, Mail.   Keep in contact and tell me if so much as a flea jumps in the place.   I'll be down with you soon enough."   Mello clasped a hand onto Century's shoulder.   "You should not have been at the house alone."

Century looked from the hand down to Mello's face. "I was with Siân."

"And a taxi driver."   Mello added, narrowing his eyes at Century.   There was a brief blast of cold air, as Matt left the building.

"No." Century replied.   "Drove up there."

"Then you can drive now."   Mello smiled.   "You didn't call for lessons, so I wondered."

Century blushed almost imperceptibly, "I used the intensive course at Wammy's House, seeing as I was there."

"And you traded in the car that we bought you, because you trust me and Mail as far as you could throw us."   Mello reached out and inspected the witch bottle carefully.

It was Fenian who responded, "Do you blame him?   After what fucking happened to me and Kiana today?"

Mello nodded slowly, "Just working out the party lines, Fenian, because if this jar is out of the yew tree, then God knows I need to know them."     He put the witch bottle down and removed his hand from Century's shoulder.    "You arrived here by taxi.   Where's your car?"

"Aber. I've been drinking."

Mello lifted a chocolate bar from his pocket and pulled back the foil.   "Perfect."   He replied, coldly.   "So you went up with no tracking device, taking with you a young lady without experience of the house.    You pulled the plug, exposing us all, then settled down to drink yourself over the limit.    All of this without even mentioning it to us here."

Century twitched very slightly, "It is my case. I am not answerable to..."

"I am relieving you of this case."   Mello snarled, icily.   His gaze was worse.   Beside him, Century stiffened bodily and shifted his body weight away from the Slav.   "Your sole task right now is to keep Ms Morgan-Jones safe and sound, until she can be returned to her parents.    Hal, I would be grateful if you would return to the chalets and sit with Mail, while he monitors the situation at the house. Fenian, I..."

"I don't take orders from you, Mello."   Fenian interjected with wry finality.

Mello snapped off a strip of chocolate.   "This isn't the time for fighting like tribal chimpanzees for alpha male status."

"Agreed." Fenian smirked.   "So Century, as project leader here, what the fuck do you want us to do now?"

Across the table, Hal stood.   She pulled her coat from the back of her chair and swung it onto her shoulders.   Her arms were pushed into the sleeves en route to the door.    She paused at the door and smiled back, "I'll be with Mail.    If and when we're ordering food, please don't forget us."   Then she stepped out into the night. Fenian frowned as the door closed behind her.   Century just looked pensive.

Kiana murmured, "Hal declares for Mello."

Deontic sighed, "Fenian, I'm interested in your findings from the house.   Can we just get that bit over with please?"   Fenian scowled at Mello, who grit his teeth.   Deontic stood, leaning on the table with rigid arms and clenched fists.   "Was there not an agreement between you not two hours ago?   Mello risked being blown up to protect you and Kiana!   Yet here you are encircling each other like," she fumbled and grasped the analogy already given, "yes! Like chimpanzees.   So very apt!   But some of us are serious investigators, so can you hurry up with the tearing each other's jaw bones off, or whatever primates do these days, to show each other who's boss!   So the rest of us can get on with the blasted case!"

Kiana nodded and walked around to take Fenian's arm. "The sooner we tell them, the sooner we can go."

"You're really going?" Century asked, more alarm than he had intended seeping into his voice.

Fenian looked from Century to Mello and back again.   "Ni allaf weithio gyda'r haliwr Slafoneg."

Century bit his lip.   "Mello can speak Welsh now." Beside him, Mello smirked.

Fenian had already blushed crimson.   "I know. I remembered thirty seconds after I said it."   They stood in awkwardness.

Mello sucked a corner of his chocolate.   He spoke mildly enough, "Then don't work with the Slavonic wanker.    Tell me what you discovered, then fuck off back to Galway."   His gaze slid sideways, enjoying the Irishman's discomfort.   "Only hurry up about it, because I don't like being separated from Mail, when we don't know what the fuck is going on."

There was a raised hand at the table.   Everyone's gaze was drawn to Siân, who cast a tentatively apologetic expression before rushing on.   "Ydy pawb yn siarad Cymraeg?"

"Nac." Century smiled at her. "Deontic a Kiana, ddim siarad..."

Deontic looked up sharply, "Deontic what?"

Mello growled, "You don't speak Welsh.   This is getting...."

Century intervened quickly, "Fenian, what were your findings?"

Fenian looked from one to the other, then sighed heavily.   He marched across to his seat and rummaged in his rucksack, pulling out an ordinance survey map.   This was spread out on the table, with its penned markings and notes.   "Just as we suspected the house is at a crossroads.   One track goes from the side of the mountain, down through the stables, through an outhouse and then down the valley.   It was once a much more substantial path, but part of it has subsided here." He jabbed a finger at the map, just west of the house.   "The path crossing it is still there.    We drive up it, then it continues along the eastern wall of the house and carries on down to the river."

"So?"   Mello poured over the map.

"So knock down the fucking stable and outhouse and the crossroads is clear."

"And?"

Fenian frowned at him. "What do you mean 'and'?"

Mello stood straight again.   "Is this still the fairy path theory?"

"Or a corpse path."

"A what?"

Fenian sneered, "Learn your fucking Celtic legends before you try to take over the fucking case, Mello."

Before Mello could retort, his 'phone rang in his pocket.   He made do with glaring at Fenian, as he fished it out and answered it. "Mail?"

In his ear, Matt spoke calmly, "It's started."
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