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Suggested Listening: The Silence (remix) by Sarah McLachlan (I so forgot about this song for a loooong time, now I'm obsessed with it again XD)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Cornered

Mello ran a hand through his hair that was still partially damp from his previous shower, one he knew he shouldn't have taken after setting up surveillance but he had needed it. He had felt dirty, grimy and overall uncomfortable.

He hadn't taken one at the apartment the day before as Matt had barely let him out the door after he'd told him what he would be doing. Matt hadn't had a problem with his mafiya work before, though Matt had scarcely knew exactly what he had been doing at any given time to stop him, so Mello found it rather annoying that he didn't want him so close when it was L.

Although Mello understood Matt's worry, it still annoyed him.

Mello had promised he'd wear the headset so Matt could talk to him whenever he wanted and keep tabs on him because there had been no way Matt was going with him. No, he'd had Matt contact Yagami and Matsuda to update them on the situation instead.

Mello hadn't wanted any police hanging around until the last possible moment, preferably after L had arrived. If L noticed anything out of the ordinary he wouldn't even get out of his car or whatever he was using as transportation to get there. That was the last thing Mello needed; having to rush from his current hiding place across the street and onto his bike for a high speed chase.

There was still nothing going on, being nearly a full day since L had gotten the information, and despite everything Mello left to the small kitchen to grab his coffee from the pot. There was something that bothered him about the entire situation.

L usually jumped on something as crucial as the false information he had gathered so it was odd to Mello that the detective hadn't done anything yet, hadn't taken any form of noticeable action. It was a little disconcerting to say the least.

Mello took the cup into his hands, dumped a bar of chocolate into it and wandered back into the living room. There was nothing worse than waiting and the entire case had been nothing but waiting and more waiting with usually disastrous results. Mello had to question if everything connected to the letter L would end that way.

Mello's gaze was locked firmly out the window though he took in the surroundings around the apartment as well. It was a cloudy day where it looked as though it might rain any second; the sky was a dark grey that cast a gloomy and depressing outlook on everything its light touched.

The buildings in the area were cracked and worn; the streets while not abandoned were filled with the weird and strange and those who no one would miss. Mello smirked. They had really lived in a shitty place until recently. Even being only a few blocks away made a lot of difference.

Mello left the reminder of the now cold coffee on the window sill and continually scanned the crowds. He wasn't sure what he would be looking for as there were so many different types of people and if L went in disguise Mello would need to be quick in recognizing him. It was too much to hope that the detective would simply waltz into the place with his slouched position and white shirt and jeans.

Nothing had ever been easy in his life and Mello didn't expect that to be either.

Matt checked in on him once, minutes maybe hours later, and though they hadn't really talked about much it had helped to pass the time in the otherwise boring watch. He wanted Matt to be there despite not wanting him in danger. Mello was conflicted by his desire to be close the redhead and the need to make sure he was safe.

Love was complicated and annoying.

Mello rested his chin on his palm, forehead nearly pressed against the glass, when something caught his eye. That man hadn't been there before. And he didn't look like he belonged there either.

He appeared to be waiting... to be... keeping watch!

"Fuck!" Mello swore and pushed himself away from the window in a hurry. No one had gone in the apartment, of that he was certain. So they had to have gone in another way but he had Matt watching the other entrance with cameras and Matt hadn't contacted him.

Was there an entrance they'd missed? But it wasn't possible; they'd lived there and knowing all possible entrances and exits had been crucial. So how the hell had L's men gotten in?

Mello was already fully dressed, minus his red jacket and sunglasses which he wouldn't need at the moment. L already knew what he looked like so everyone would already know what to look for and the hood of his jacket wasn't going to hide him.

"Matt I don't know how he slipped passed us but L is here. I'm going on radio silence, make sure you inform Yagami." he took the earpiece off and didn't care where it landed as he took the downwards steps three at a time and rushed out into the gaggle of bodies blocking his rout to the other apartment.

He let himself be swept off farther down the street and dodged into the alley behind another apartment and when he didn't see anyone watching the back entrance into the other one he immediately pulled out his gun.

L wouldn't make an oversight such as that.

But no matter, he had to go in.

The door squealed obnoxiously loud as it was forced open making Mello cringe. Sometimes he hated real life; shit like that never happened in the movies. He treaded as quietly as his boots allowed and grit his teeth at every loud sound.

Everything seemed to bounce off the walls in the eerie silence. Had that place always seemed so quiet and lifeless? Or was it a recent development...

It didn't seem to matter much though. He hadn't even taken a full step out of the stairwell before a gun was pointed at his head and someone grabbed at his gun. If he struggled he would be shot and if he didn't he was fucked either way.

"You came exactly as he said you would. I never doubt my money source but he was spot on." the man looked vaguely surprised and it made ice form in the pit of Mello's stomach.

Matt had told him that he only ever had one opponent he couldn't ever beat. One person that made sure he was never the best, L. When he'd made Matt hack L the redhead had apologized and Mello should have taken that warning to heart.

Because L was better than him.

Because L had hacked Matt as Matt hacked L.

It was the only explanation to everything. L had to be in their system, the reason Matt hadn't noticed them moving in and perhaps the lack of communication from Matt recently. Though from the lack of emergency signal on his phone Matt was still alright.

"L wants you alive, but I'm sure I'll still get paid if we have to kill you." the man with the gun stated. Oh they would get paid in the end. L would kill them. He wouldn't leave any loose ends, especially if they were merely hired guns.

Fuck, was all Mello could think.

Mello barred his teeth as his gun was pried from his fingers and was slipped into the waistband of the other man's trousers; he was a Japanese police officer, Mello remembered his face.

Moji? No that wasn't right...Mochi?... Mogi?

It didn't really matter though. He'd been right that L had people on the inside; Mello just hoped that Yagami hadn't been found out and the entire police force wasn't in L's pocket or he would have miscalculated far worse than he'd thought.

There was nothing more said to him and he was simply dragged back down the steps. Mello snarled as they manhandled him; he probably would have had better luck barging in through the front and would have seen them first at any rate.

He couldn't believe it had ended so quickly with no time to even fight but he would be damned if he just lay down and died. Mello still struggled slightly but stilled as they reached the bottom steps. They weren't headed back out the same way; they were taking him out the front to be paraded like some criminal being brought to justice. How fucking ironic.

Mello waited, completely on edge, as he was jostled out the front door by one man as that Mogi guy held the door open for them. Mello took that moment to knee the guy holding him in the balls and elbow him in the throat. He wriggled away from him and didn't bother looking to see if he was down for the count or following.

The entire point was to get away and he wouldn't if he stopped to look for pursuers ever few seconds. Mello ran into the small crowd in front of him and weaved between the people ignoring the grunts and annoyed gasps from the people he bumped into.

Mello dodged behind a car and nearly tripped on the hidden curb but managed to use the momentum to propel himself faster. He needed to get out of the area even though he had another gun stashed away in the lookout apartment he would be hard pressed to make it there before them.

That... and he needed to get to Matt.

Mello was tackled from behind and sent face first into the pavement; the motion was more than enough to knock the air from his lungs. He lay dazed for a half second before struggling with the weight on his back, but to no avail.

More footsteps thundered on the ground and Mello had no time to react as he was kicked in the head. Pain shot through his temple and Mello could distantly hear people shrieking and yelling in the background, probably the crowd around them.

Mello was hauled to his feet, a pair of handcuffs now firmly on his wrists; dimly Mello wondered why they hadn't just used them in the beginning. Perhaps they hadn't perceived him as a threat. It didn't really matter though, did it?

Mello was roughly shoved into the back of a car, unmarked and unassuming, and lovingly told that he would be seeing L soon so he best behave better. He scowled at them, but really, what more could he do?

I'm fucked, was all he could think angrily, completely fucked.

But it wasn't only anger that he felt. No... there was something darker in the mix as well. Something he knew he didn't have time for, especially not whilst in his captors company. And despite that Mello hung his head silently in defeat, knowing that no matter what, Matt wouldn't simply leave him to whatever L had in the works.

Mello was brought to some dingy wharf, yellow box or something, and herded into the corner furthest from the only exit. The man who he was now certain was named Mogi, left after that and Mello was left in the company of the one that had kicked him in the head. The man made no move to come any closer to him though, merely sneering and keeping his gun trained on him.

Mello's hypothesis was proven true when Matt was brought, not struggling, into the wharf hardly a half hour later by Mogi.

"You fucking idiot... you shouldn't have let them get you." he muttered as Matt staggered to his side after being shoved in his direction; Matt had a bruise on his cheek and his clothes were a little rumpled but otherwise he appeared ok.

Matt had at least put up a small amount of fight, probably only until it was mentioned that they had him already in custody and shown him some proof.

"I wasn't going to leave you here." Matt told him stubbornly, wincing as he spoke.

Mello sighed and gently brushed the forming bruise. "I know Matt... I know."

-End Cornered-

AN: So... anyone hate me yet? No? Alright...
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