Chapter I

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Chapter Summary: 3 years have passed since you, Mello and Matt left Whammy's House. And only 1 and a half years ago since you joined the mafia. Your specialty was hand to hand combat and close range guns (pistols)----------------------------------------------

Mello had left earlier that morning. He had told me to stay home, I argued against him but he won that argument.

I was currently in the shower, the feeling of the droplets of water washing over my body was definitely relaxing.

The temperature was perfect, not to hot or to cold, just right.

Mello wandered into my thoughts, I couldn't help but worry, he was acting so strange before he left this morning.

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"What do you mean I can't come?" I asked confused, he had never told me to stay behind.

"Just do what I say (y/n)" he said in a steady voice, not wanting to make a big deal out of this.

"Your acting weird Mells, I'm coming okay" I say sternly as I made my way over to my coat, but as I slipped one arm in, Mello grabbed my arm preventing me from putting the coat on any further.

"Dammit (y/n)! I said no!" He growled. I didn't like seeing Mello like this, so I gave up, but the feeling of uneasiness lingered.

"I'll be okay" he said letting go of my arm and gripped the handle of the door.

But before he could turn the handle, I grabbed his sleeve, barely holding him back.

"Promise me.... promise me you won't do anything reckless, okay?" I ask. He let out a deep sigh and turned around.

My eyes widened in shock when he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing me into a warm embrace, my cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

"M-Mello?" I stammered, clearly surprised by the sudden contact.

"I'll be okay, I promise" he said, and just like that, he opened the door and left me in my flustered state.

***After washing off the raspberry scented body wash, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, I dried myself off and got dressed into a comfortable (f/c) shirt and black pants.

I decided to go into the living room and watch some T.V.

"Maybe it'll help me worry less" I thought.

*time skip*

After an episode of (favourite show), I began flicking through channels again, from what I could tell, nothing was on that appealed to me.

Matt wasn't home either, he left a little while ago to buy some more cigarettes.

I grew tired of flicking through the channels, so I left it on the news channel.

I looked out the window in hope of seeing something interesting. At that moment, I noticed a black stream of smoke coming from a few miles away. I froze.

Surely it couldn't be... The hideout?Right?

I dismissed it, until a news broadcast confirmed what I hoped to be my paranoia.

It seems that an abandoned warehouse had exploded for an unknown reason, flames are engulfing the walls and windows of the building-

I turned off the T.V and shot up, I ran to the table to grab My motorcycle keys and bolted out the door and sprinted down the hallway and outside.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This can't be happening, please be okay Mello.

I didn't waste time in putting on a helmet and started the engine and sped down the road towards the large rising plume of smoke.

*time skip 10 minutes*

I arrived at the sight, there was no one here, it seems the fire was mostly extinguished.

Since this place is deemed 'abandoned', the fire brigade must have extinguished the fire and left.

I got off the bike and made my way over to the wreckage.

One thing I was certain, the smell of burned corpse stung my nostrils.

There were bodies everywhere, but from looking at them, none of them were Mello. I was slightly relieved but also terrified not being able to find him anywhere.

I began to lift large beams of wood and steel, stabs of cement, and what was once the ceiling.

Bruises were visible and blood was seeping out of my hands, but I wouldn't give up till I found him.

I slam my fist against a bit of wall that still stood, fear and sadness began suffocating my mind.

"Please don't be dead Mello" I whispered to myself. "I never even got to tell you how I feel". I feel myself begin to cry, my sobs came out in hiccups, the tears rolled down my cheeks, I didn't know where else to look.

Perhaps he got out? Maybe he managed to get back to the apartment?

His bike is nowhere to be found, so it's possible.

A sense of optimism sprung, but I still felt a little grief.

I walked back over to my bike slowly, getting on the bike steadily, I put the key in the ignition and the bike spurred to life.

I drove straight ahead to the other way out and headed toward the main road.

Passing an alleyway, something caught my eye.

But at that moment, I felt my heart stop.

There he was, lying in an alleyway.

I instantly stop and get off my bike and ran over to the blonde, scraping my knees as I land on the rough cement.

The scrape stung, but not as much as the sight before you.

The left side of his face and parts of the side of his body was covered in blood which would surely scar.

I pressed my ear to Mello's chest and waited for a sigh of life, at first, nothing.

I waited.

There it was, the continuous thump that confirmed he was still alive.

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.  

But the rhythm was slow, very slow.

I couldn't take him to the hospital for identity reasons, so I did the next best thing at that moment.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and quickly opened the contacts app and pushed the call button to call Matt.

....Beep ....Beep.... Beep.... be-

He picked up.

"(Y/n)? Where-?"

I cut him off in a clearly frantic voice.

"IT'S MELLO! T-the warehouse e-exploded and- I NEED YOU TO DRIVE US BACK TO THE APARTMENT!" I was frantic.

"Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes" he said as he hung up the phone.

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Ohhh, drama~