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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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Lauren had just made some hot drinks, when Mello and Matt returned to their chalet.   Deontic was perched on a corner of their bed, reading, on her own laptop, from the memory stick that Matt had presented her with a couple of minutes before.   She looked up, straight at him, with something akin to respect in her tired eyes.    Matt afforded her a tiny smile.    Mello looked between them with a faint frown.   "What?"

Matt nodded towards Deontic, "Just showing her what I've been up to this morning."

Mello gave him a long, searching look, then stood beside the bed and peered at her screen.    Matt bit his lip, considering that he ought to have informed his husband before now. Mello would not be impressed that Deontic found out first.    Mello glanced up, "David Davies?"

Matt nodded, slowly, "The owner of the white Punto.   I've been having fun with him."

"Do tell." Mello smirked, straightening, passing it off as humour, though his eyes remained hard.    Across the room, Lauren returned to the kitchenette to boil the kettle again for Mello and Matt.

Matt smiled, sassily, at his husband, "I got his details off the DVLA, through his registration plates.   Traced his address from there.   Went into the National Archives, electoral roll, got the names of his missus and kid.   Did a quick search and found that Mrs Davies spends her life on Twitter and Facebook, micro-recording every time she breathes, by the look of it.   Skimmed all of her crap and got pretty much the whole story of their lives.   Got his place of work and so went in there and messed around a bit. Got his bank account details from the wages department..."

"Mail." Mello surveyed him fondly. "I don't need the whole history of how you acquired his details.   We'll take that as read. Let's go between the lines here. What have you done to the arsewipe?"

"Deleted his tax return records for the past three years and placed him in the investigation queue at her Majesty's tax office.   Ordered Chinese food from every take-away restaurant for twenty miles to be delivered this evening.   Enough from each to feed a whole party.   Paid for, in advance, from his credit card.   Added historical traffic offences to his record on the police database, then threw in a red zone offence for last night.   Placed him in the queue for a court summons." Matt lit a cigarette.   "Used his work computer to send an e-mail to his missus, confessing to attacking a woman in the castle last night.   Then altered his cache to include several Asian porn sites.   Set off the trigger for his work's computer misuse firewalls.   Came out of there and then emptied his bank account with a massive donation to Rape Crisis, before paying off his credit card.   That put him in the red. Then I used his credit card to make a £5000 donation to the Anti-Nazi League."

Mello nodded sagely, "When did you do this?"

"While you were in the shower."

"I was not in the shower that long."

Matt raised his eyebrows.   "You were in the bathroom for ages.   Then I was still doing it when you came out, but you didn't ask what I was doing.   I was in his bank at the time."

Mello stared, then look down at the shell-shocked Deontic, "Are you happy with this for starters?"   She nodded, still stunned. "Well, as long as you had fun, Mail.    I'm still going to deal with him.   Still need to find out who his friends are."

"Morien and Dion Williams, brothers, and Gary Manson."

"And have you started on them yet?"

"No." Matt replied. "Because then you sent me to get the kettle."

Mello stepped closer and Matt took the cigarette from between his own lips.   Mello cupped the back of Matt's head and kissed him.    There was a proud smile afterwards, as Mello traced a line down Matt's bruised cheek, with a finger encased in biking leather.   "Clever boy.   Well done."   He winked and kissed Matt again.   Then span around and glanced at the Malaysian woman. "Deontic, you were coming over to break my balls earlier. Has that been resolved?"

"I will veto any attempt that you make to remove Hal from office."

"Ok, that's our lines drawn in the sand."   He took a mug of hot chocolate from Lauren.   "Lauren, I want you to leave after this. I don't want you involved in this case, for the reasons that I outlined earlier."

Lauren nodded.   "Deontic doesn't know what she's doing yet."

"Then take a train."

Deontic peered around him, "Matt, thank you."

"Welcome." Matt replied.

She looked up at Mello, "I'm not going home."

Mello nodded, "Fair enough.   Mail and I are setting up a separate camp though."

"I wish you wouldn't."

"I know you do."   Mello appeared implacable.   He paced around the crowded room, but couldn't find anywhere to settle. He sipped his hot chocolate, after it had already sloshed a couple of times over the edge of his mug.   "But it's not like anyone is actually working on the case here."

Deontic removed the memory stick and closed down her laptop.   She stared at the wall beside the front door. "Is there anything that I can say to stop you leaving?"

"We're still on the case. Just not here."

Mello told her, his back against the wall.   Matt moved to stand with him, sipping tea. "We're getting our own digs.   We'll solve the case without the interference and the back-stabbing."

Deontic held herself so stiffly.   She stood, her laptop grasped in both hands flat against her chest.   She faced them. Mello, Matt and Lauren standing now in a row.   She nodded.   "Last night and," she looked to Matt, "this morning, it was all machismo. You did not go out to protect me or avenge me. You went because some rival men had dared lay hand upon one of your women.   It was to demonstrate to each other, as much as to them, that you are men yourselves.   It has no meaning."

"Fine." Mello licked his chocolate. "Then we'll let them get away with it."

Deontic's mouth folded to a slit.   Matt turned his head to look at his husband. "I'll take the machismo charge. I've got plans for the other three."

Deontic shook her head. "Do you not see what I'm saying?   It doesn't have to..." Her 'phone rang in her bag.   She sighed and carefully held the laptop in one hand, while fishing in her handbag for the 'phone.    She answered it.   "Century, this is bad timing."   Then she became utterly still. "Why are you there?"   Her brown eyes grew wide, fixed on Mello. "You should not be there without someone monitoring."   A short pause, then Deontic snapped, "I am not monitoring! You are telling me after the fact!"    She watched Matt wander past her, on his way upstairs.    "Is Siân with you?"   Her eyes fluttered with exasperation. "Is that wise?"   At a low command from Mello, Lauren left to be with Matt.    Mello continued watching and listening.   "I'm with Mello." She said, carefully.   Then, "No, I will not tell him that.   Because you caught me halfway through a discussion about this very subject and I am not getting involved in you doing it too."   She was managing, with moderate success, to keep the quiver from her voice. "At least wait until you have back-up.    Have you really solved the case?"

Mello's eyes widened.   He strode across and held out his hand for the 'phone.   Deontic refused to surrender it.   "Dee, give me the 'phone."

"Excuse me, Century. Just one moment."   Deontic took the 'phone from her ear.   "No, Mello. You are working alone."

He snatched the 'phone from her and retreated across the room.   "Situation, Century?"

The 'phone line crackled. It was a bad signal.   "I'm going into the manor house. The bottle is still in place.   I just need someone to watch my back on the cameras.   Is Matt up there?"

"Yes, he is."

"Good, because if I'm right, then all the pieces are in line and all I have to do is put them together.   Case solved."   Century was grinning. Mello could hear it in his voice.   "I'll update you when I'm back."

Humiliation coursed through Mello's veins.   He had been too distracted. He had taken his eye off the ball.   Deontic was watching him, silently seething.   He gripped the 'phone tightly and growled into it, "Update us now.   It is stupid to enter that building alone.   Come back here or wait on for me to join you."

"We were looking at the wrong house."   Century jeered. "We were looking at the second best."

"You are exposing Siân to this?"

Century's tone dipped, "I am showing you all what I can do.   Y gwir yn erbyn y byd."   He cut the connection.   Mello was left listening to dead air, with Deontic glowering alongside.

"You know what?" Deontic said, her voice shaking with suppressed emotion, as she prised her 'phone from his hand. "I think I will go home.   I'm here for pride, as much as the rest of you, and you are letting a good woman leave.   Hal is the best thing to happen to Wammy's House for, well, forever.   And I don't care if that wasn't perfect English."

Mello stared at her. "Does Century hate me?"

"What?"

"Does he hate me enough to take that bottle out, just to see what it would do?"   He gestured sharply towards the ceiling. "After setting up Mail to be potentially listening in?"

"I haven't got a clue, because not one of you are consistent in your minds and actions!   As long as you're in line for alpha male, you all bang your chests like gorillas and blast the rest of us."

Mello was still staring.   "Gwir.   It means truth.   Byd is world.   Yn erbyn.   Yn erbyn.   Is your laptop still switched on?"   He snapped off half a square of chocolate and held it between his teeth.   He spoke over it. "I've heard that before.   The whole phrase."   He moved suddenly, pushing past Deontic to pick up his helmet and motorbike keys.   He swallowed the chocolate. "Pek Wan, I really want to have this conversation with you. Later.   Come on."

"I'm not your puppy dog, to follow you around at your every command. I am..."

"I know. Come on." He had shoved his keys and chocolate into his pocket and zipped it up.   Now he grabbed Deontic's arm and frog-marched her out of the chalet.    Despite her protests, he half dragged, half propelled her up the stairs to the computer hub.   Every machine was loading or already on in there.   The central screen showed Century swinging down into the priest hole.   Siân stood, incongruously laughing, in her bright pink coat, above the hole in the floor.   "Mail, have you heard this phrase before? 'Y gwir yn erbyn y byd.'"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Thinking."   Matt closed his eyes. His head inclined slightly.   He opened his eyes again. "The first bit is the scribe out of Runescape."

Mello blinked. "What?"

"Gwir.   Came out with 'Mourning's End Part 3'; because it took Jagex so damn long to make the quest after part 2 that they had to add in..."

"Forget it."   Mello finally released Deontic, who was staring with horror at the sight of Century inside the priest hole.   Mello strode to the desktop computer, put down his helmet and typed the phrase into a search engine.   "It's Boudicca's battle cry." He swung around and captured Matt by his shoulders.   He stared deeply into his husband's eyes.   "I will be back."   Mello kissed him, injecting all the passion and assurance that he could muster, then danced away, snatching up his helmet in the same movement that took him to the door.

"Mello!" Matt called out.    His husband turned and Matt threw a tracking device, which Mello plucked from the air.   Matt smiled. "See you later."

Mello winked and fled.

Author's note:   I've been asked to set up a discussion forum on my website. It's still in beta mode (as I sort out the colours), but the discussion has started. The URL is: http://mrsjeevas.joharrington.co.uk/forum/viewforum.php?f=11
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