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Chapter 2: Transition
AN: ok as the title of the chapter states this is a transition chapter. Meaning that i'm using this to set the stage for the rest of the fic. It is meant to be short. This will be the end of generalized pov, and it will go into first person in chapter 3 (or 2 if you dont count the prologue)
And dont worry, this chapter also ends the 'short' chapters. Everything from here on out will be 3,000+ words. :)
Suggested Listening: Rockstar by Nickelback
Chapter 2: Transition
The leather clad blond scowled as he took the Styrofoam cup from the woman’s hand; her fingers ever so slightly brushing against his. She smiled and batted her eyelashes making his frown deepen. "How much for the coffee?" he made sure to emphasize the word coffee so she might take the hint that he wasn’t interested; she didn’t and it irritated him.
"$2.35. But for you its on the house." she winked but pouted when he placed the money on the counter before stalking out of the coffeehouse.
"You would think they wouldn’t want to speak with a guy who has a scar on his face, instead they are all over me. What the hell is wrong with these people?" he muttered darkly as he took a sip of the dark brew.
"Place makes good coffee though." with a sigh he continued on down the crowded street before stopping before a black motorcycle and a bench.
Seating himself on the bench he hunched himself over slightly and pulled the hood of his jacket to cover most of his face. Cold biting wind crept harshly through the layers of leather like he wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing on that cloudy October day. It had been colder than usual the entire month signaling an early winter and an probably an even earlier snowfall. Another breath of air escaped his parted lips and formed into a white cloud of heat that fell just before him.
“Why the hell does this guy have to live in New York? He couldn't have picked a warmer place?” he couldn’t remember Winchester ever being so cold. At that thought his scowl returned full force. The new case he was working on held far too many close ties with Whammys than he could ever have liked. And with L working on multiple high profile cases, after his amazing defeat of Kira years back, Mello was left with this mess. He doubted that L even knew of this considering it wasn’t a notable case at all, mostly just killings of CEO's, but it was their connections that Mello had found worrying.
It was something he had stumbled upon accidently, as he hadn’t been looking for a case at the moment, the CEO's all had dealings with Whammys at one time or another. One had sold medical supplies to Whammys for their infirmary; another had sent school supplies, and so on. Alongside the victims bodies letters were left, one letter per body. So far it added up to a Y, M, M, and W. Someone out there knew about Whammys and was flaunting it. It was too much of a coincidence for it to merely be his paranoia.
With this thought Mello was brought back to the other thing he was working on. He was looking for an underground hacker and detective who has never lost a case. Mello had never once accepted help from L or Whammys since he left it at fourteen. He always made his own way and had become a private detective, eventually getting to the point where he could afford to be a little picky with his cases as well as request ones that he found interesting.
However that didn’t mean he worked completely within the spectrum of the law. He had an assortment of contacts who were less than law abiding citizens, as well as having dealt with the mafia for a short time. And that was why he was looking for the mysterious hacker. Though it was a bit of a hassle to be back in this city...
Mello knew that he couldn’t solve this on his own with the resources he currently possessed, as they were lacking and severely limited. There was another reason however... he was looking for someone. Someone who either didn’t want to be found or was dead. He seriously hoped it wasn’t the latter, because he wasn’t sure if his heart could take it. Not after...
Mello furiously shook his head. He didn’t have time to think about that at the moment, he had a hacker to find, a case to solve and a deal to make with the hacker. With those treacherous thoughts pushed to the back of his mind the blond stood, his finished coffee going into the overflowing trash receptacle beside the bench, before he fished a pair of keys from his pocket.
With a determined glint in his eyes he mounted the motorcycle and started it, pleased with the way a few passing people flinched at the sudden sound, before taking off down the busy streets of New York.
AN: So..... We now know that Mello is working on a case and that he is looking for two someone’s. This is set around seven years after the prologue took place. Hm...... Interesting? I hope so. The next chapter should be longer, the past two needed to be short and I couldn’t combine them as I felt the flow was different between them, I'm sure you've noticed that as well? Hehehehe. Anyway, REVIEW!
And dont worry, this chapter also ends the 'short' chapters. Everything from here on out will be 3,000+ words. :)
Suggested Listening: Rockstar by Nickelback
Chapter 2: Transition
The leather clad blond scowled as he took the Styrofoam cup from the woman’s hand; her fingers ever so slightly brushing against his. She smiled and batted her eyelashes making his frown deepen. "How much for the coffee?" he made sure to emphasize the word coffee so she might take the hint that he wasn’t interested; she didn’t and it irritated him.
"$2.35. But for you its on the house." she winked but pouted when he placed the money on the counter before stalking out of the coffeehouse.
"You would think they wouldn’t want to speak with a guy who has a scar on his face, instead they are all over me. What the hell is wrong with these people?" he muttered darkly as he took a sip of the dark brew.
"Place makes good coffee though." with a sigh he continued on down the crowded street before stopping before a black motorcycle and a bench.
Seating himself on the bench he hunched himself over slightly and pulled the hood of his jacket to cover most of his face. Cold biting wind crept harshly through the layers of leather like he wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing on that cloudy October day. It had been colder than usual the entire month signaling an early winter and an probably an even earlier snowfall. Another breath of air escaped his parted lips and formed into a white cloud of heat that fell just before him.
“Why the hell does this guy have to live in New York? He couldn't have picked a warmer place?” he couldn’t remember Winchester ever being so cold. At that thought his scowl returned full force. The new case he was working on held far too many close ties with Whammys than he could ever have liked. And with L working on multiple high profile cases, after his amazing defeat of Kira years back, Mello was left with this mess. He doubted that L even knew of this considering it wasn’t a notable case at all, mostly just killings of CEO's, but it was their connections that Mello had found worrying.
It was something he had stumbled upon accidently, as he hadn’t been looking for a case at the moment, the CEO's all had dealings with Whammys at one time or another. One had sold medical supplies to Whammys for their infirmary; another had sent school supplies, and so on. Alongside the victims bodies letters were left, one letter per body. So far it added up to a Y, M, M, and W. Someone out there knew about Whammys and was flaunting it. It was too much of a coincidence for it to merely be his paranoia.
With this thought Mello was brought back to the other thing he was working on. He was looking for an underground hacker and detective who has never lost a case. Mello had never once accepted help from L or Whammys since he left it at fourteen. He always made his own way and had become a private detective, eventually getting to the point where he could afford to be a little picky with his cases as well as request ones that he found interesting.
However that didn’t mean he worked completely within the spectrum of the law. He had an assortment of contacts who were less than law abiding citizens, as well as having dealt with the mafia for a short time. And that was why he was looking for the mysterious hacker. Though it was a bit of a hassle to be back in this city...
Mello knew that he couldn’t solve this on his own with the resources he currently possessed, as they were lacking and severely limited. There was another reason however... he was looking for someone. Someone who either didn’t want to be found or was dead. He seriously hoped it wasn’t the latter, because he wasn’t sure if his heart could take it. Not after...
Mello furiously shook his head. He didn’t have time to think about that at the moment, he had a hacker to find, a case to solve and a deal to make with the hacker. With those treacherous thoughts pushed to the back of his mind the blond stood, his finished coffee going into the overflowing trash receptacle beside the bench, before he fished a pair of keys from his pocket.
With a determined glint in his eyes he mounted the motorcycle and started it, pleased with the way a few passing people flinched at the sudden sound, before taking off down the busy streets of New York.
AN: So..... We now know that Mello is working on a case and that he is looking for two someone’s. This is set around seven years after the prologue took place. Hm...... Interesting? I hope so. The next chapter should be longer, the past two needed to be short and I couldn’t combine them as I felt the flow was different between them, I'm sure you've noticed that as well? Hehehehe. Anyway, REVIEW!