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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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Mello and Matt's chalet door opened and the two stepped out.    Dressed for warmth, there was no question that there were firearms hidden beneath their clothing.    Mello's gaze fixed on Century, across the green, beside his Mini, and he smiled.   The couple carried bags.   An amalgamation of their own provisions and some of Fenian's.   They were ready for all that they could be, including going underground.    Lauren rested her hand on Century's arm.   He stood, ineffectively holding jump leads, after having tried to work out how to open the bonnet of the Camaro.    That fact wasn't lost on Matt, who stared.

"So," Mello drawled, as he approached, "it wasn't a panic attack.   It was a bid to get to your vehicle before we were ready to get to ours."   A slow smile drew upon his face, his eyes were fixed fondly on Century.   "I listened to 'Sunburn' by Muse.   Mail found it on YouTube.   Is that how you feel?"

Century tried to glare, but his movements were too jittery.   "Stop reading so much into things.   A fucking song, it is, by a group I like.   I don't analyse Nightwish songs for insight into you."

Mello gave an easy laugh.   "And that's the difference between us."    He and Matt dropped their bags into the boot of the Camaro. "Here are the hard facts, Century.   You did well. You did brilliantly and witnesses saw that.    Stepping back now isn't losing.   In many ways it's winning."

Matt opened his driver's side door, battling the strong wind to do so.   He experimentally turned his key in the ignition and his car sparked into life.   "Win!"   He reached under the dashboard, then shut the door before the elements took it from his hand.   He strolled around the front of the Camaro and held his hand out for the jump leads. Century stared in horror.   Matt frowned. "I could always use my own."

Mello clarified. "We're getting you running, so you can do the hospital run with Fenian and Kiana.   Is that ok with you?"

"I want to come up to the manor with you."   Century replied, emphatically.   Beside him, Lauren grimaced an apologetic look at Mello.    "I want to close the case."

Lauren interjected, "Mello, he never got his chance at Kira.   He never got to make his name.   If he can get this under his belt, then he'll feel more like L's successor."

"Cer i...."

"I know."   Mello winked. "It's obvious."    Chocolate rose in his hand to his mouth.   "But he's exactly wrong.   He's already done his part.    Kira wasn't defeated by any of us alone.   It was the collective brainpower and strategy of L, myself, Mail and Near.    Ask Near."   He took a hearty bite of his chocolate, while Matt pulled the jump-leads from Century's hands.   With minimal resistance, Century let him have them.   "And this is precisely what's happening here.    Your historical input has let us contextualise what we're dealing with.    Fenian's geological input and subterranean adventures have given us somewhere to focus upon.   Without your knowledge, those caverns would still be in the realms of mystery.   We would be a lot further behind."

Matt called out, "Pop your bonnet or open your door, so I can do it."    He already had the leads attached to his own car's battery.   There was an awkward moment, until Mello held up Century's car keys.    Matt grinned.   Century snatched at them.   "It's probably under the steering wheel.   Little lever."

"Fucking know, don't I?" Century turned, but his Mini's door was already unlocked.   He'd picked the lock.    He leaned in, fumbling for an age under the dashboard, until the bonnet finally leapt upwards an inch, with a loud click.   While Matt worked, Century turned on Mello.   "And what is it you're doing up by there?    Blowing up buildings, is it? Because that's what it sounded like in there.   18th century buildings gone for fucking fairy paths.    A standing stone, that could be neolithic!   Even if it's Bronze Age, there's still four or five thousand years of history there. Welsh history!   That you come by here, destroying for a quick fix on a case, is it?"

Mello shrugged.   "CADW in person?"   He savoured the square of chocolate in his mouth.   "Whatever is necessary.   I gave you the case.   Up at the manor house, I handed it to you on a plate and you ran away."

"Like you aren't scared!"

"Yes." Mello replied, mildly, as Century's car revved into life.    Lauren had slipped into the driving seat and was working the pedals. Century noticed and gasped.   "Someone had to let the clutch out, Century.   You were too busy arguing with me."

"I'm going up the manor."   Century glowered.    Matt looked up from the open bonnet of Century's car, awaiting the instruction to disable it.   He had already disconnected the jump-leads and gently closed his own bonnet. "My heritage, it is."

Mello nodded.   "Fine.   But take Fenian and Kiana to the hospital first and take your jump-leads and the Land Rover's car-keys with you.   You can deal with that, while Mail and I go underground."    He strode around to the driver's side of the Camaro.   "Good luck with it."    Mello met Matt's sharp look.   "I'm so driving."

Matt grit his teeth, but pushed past Century to reach the passenger side door.    He smirked at the Welshman as he passed. "'A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?'"

As he jumped into the Camaro, Mello called out, "Century, knowing about that standing stone would be very useful.   Just saying.   If only we had an historian and a geologist willing to sit down for a while, perhaps in a hospital waiting room, to discuss it."

Matt shut the door and Mello began reversing.   Century yelled after them, "I'm not your puppet.   You don't pull my strings!   Basdun contiau!"   From the Camaro, Mello gave the thumbs up, then they were gone, roaring down the trackway towards Aberystwyth.     Century exhaled, already breathless with stress and the sea winds against him.    He stared at Lauren, still in the driving seat of his Mini.   "You can get out of there!    Here for surety, is it?   Make sure I dance to his fwcu tune."

Lauren smiled sweetly, "It appears so.   But, cariad, might I make a suggestion?"   She climbed out of the car and rubbed his arm, closing the door behind her.   "Swear in English.   It sounds a lot nastier."

"Cachu bant."   Century snapped and kicked the gravel.   "Twll dy din di hefyd."

Lauren nodded, "I rest my case.   Shall we go and get Fenian?    Put his mind at rest about his future."

Century grit his teeth and took out a lollipop.   The wrapper was torn off without ceremony.   "No. We get Deontic's old car started. That's what we do.   Take it from there, we do.   Nhw fwcau."   Despite the cold, sweat lay in a sheen over his pale features.   Lauren nodded, knowing that her best chance of stopping him from doing anything rash, lay with Fenian, Kiana and Deontic.   They were all still together in Century's study chalet.   "Malu cachu."

"Ok, let's go and speak to Deontic."   She agreed, her tone calm and as low as it could be, while still being heard over the rush and crash of the ocean.    "Leave your car running, so it nicely charges up the battery.    You don't want to stall up at the manor, do you?"

"Don't know how you keep your dignity, Lauren."   Century sneered.   "Ranked higher than Mello, did you? In the final reckoning? And here you are, running around as Mello's dog.    Fucked up, it is."   He surrendered to her firmly guiding hand and eased himself, panting, up onto the wall.    "You could..." But he couldn't finish, too breathless to speak.

Lauren rose up beside him and supported him across the green.   "I'm not sure that I did rank higher than him.   Our generation didn't get ranked."   She winked.   "And even if I did, he's got experience I can learn from.   My education didn't end at Wammy's House and," she smiled gently, "neither will yours."    She ignored his scathing look, as they reached the stairs and he rested to catch his breath, sitting in the relative shelter.    "And when this is over, perhaps we should meet up again?   Linguistics is my passion and I've not had the chance to really sit down with a native Welsh speaker.   Will you help me hone my language from text-books into living fluency?"

Century just buried his face in his arms, rested on his knees.   The wheezing was dying down, but his words still bore a ragged edge.   "When this is over," he gasped, "going nowhere near fucking Wammy's spawn, I am.   Fwcu cachu."

"Pity." Lauren sat beside him and covered his right hand with her own.

Century's head shot up and he stared at her.   He blinked, then another thought plastered stress plainly across his features.   "Fwc!   I didn't use Matt's 'phone to call Siân!"

"The call boxes might be working from the hospital."   She squeezed his hand.   "See, it all works out."

"You need to work out what's in this for you." Century snarled, standing again and yanking his hand free of Lauren's grasp. "Else you'll be Mello's bitch 'til the end of fucking time."

Lauren followed him up the stairs, looking unconcerned.   "You forget that I've met Matt.   The position is already filled."   He didn't turn, so she didn't bother winking.   "And I am my own woman, thank you very much.    He hands me duties, but he doesn't micro-manage them.   I have a remit; I act within it; I report back.   I have my own contacts, whom I meet with face-to-face; not always as Mello's representative.    In all that we've completed so far, I've had the credit for that.     That's how the Mello Code works.   I have every faith that it's how it will work on the Watari codes too.   Are you still hankering for the L Code?"

But Century was barely listening.   He sneered at her, then walked back into the study, exactly where Lauren had wanted him to be. She smiled and sauntered into his wake.

Author's Note: This story is being discussed here:   http://mrsjeevas.joharrington.co.uk/forum/viewforum.php?f=11
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