24BB: Aaaaaagh, I've been a bad author! A very bad author! I'm so sorry, everyone! Okay, apology time over, I've got to write this chapter for you now and post it. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
Matt
Matt stared at the "gift" B was presenting to him, his stomach clenching. It was a body. A dead body. And that body looked an awful lot like a blonde that Matt knew and loved.
That body looked like Mello.
"..." Tears pooled in the boy's eyes behind his goggles and he sobbed harshly, falling to the ground beside the bath-tub. How could B have gotten Mello? Was this why the boy hadn't ever shown up for his birthday?
"Pretty, is it not?" The man's voice made the red head flinch. "I'm sorry it isn't who you think it is. Mello and I have not seen each other. That body is not who you believe."
...It wasn't Mello? Mihael was still alive? But how could Mail trust this psychopath? How could he believe any word the man said was true? "How can I believe you?"
Beyond Birthday
"How can I believe you?"
How could Matt believe him? To be truthful, Beyond had given him no reason to, but the man knew exactly how to prove it wasn't Mello in the tub. He pointed to the hair, then to the clothes covering the remains. "His hair is too long, and his clothes are not leather. Would you think Mello could grow his hair out so quickly?"
The madman could see that Matt was weighing his words, trying to figure out if what the boy was saying had any truth. B could have put a wig on the boy, and changed clothes. However, that would have required time, and these clothes were stained with dried blood, meaning they had not been removed whatsoever.
"...wh-who, then?"
Those red eyes shined with insane delight as Matt asked that to Beyond, and the man chuckled. "It is absolutely no one. You see, I know you like those bloody games, Matt, those violent and bloody games. So, I decided to create a game for you to play in real life. You and I can play this game with a whole group of people I have waiting, Mail."
Ah, the sound of Matt's real name escaping his lips made B sigh happily as he murmured it again. "Mail, Mail, Mail Jeevas...oh, you have no idea who long I have wanted you to be here with me. I have planned for this for months, possibly years now, ever since I first saw you in Wammy's House. I have desired you, but you only wanted Mello. You never wanted me. You never saw me."
Those red eyes met the beautiful blue ones behind the goggles, and pale hands got rid of those orange lenses, letting their view become unobstructed. "Now you will see me for who I am, Matt. You will understand that it was you and I who were meant to be. And Mello will never be part of our lives again. We will live comfortably together for the rest of our days. Doesn't that sound nice, Mail? Don't you like that idea? I know you do. Now, let's get you back to your room. You must be starving..."
Near
The white haired genius watched the blonde's look of relief, feeling strange twinges of emotions from somewhere very deep within them. He surpressed them further, then coughed slightly, fixing those strange blue eyes with his emotionless gray.
"The first thing we need to know is why Matt would be in a shopping mall on his birthday. Do you have anything that could tell us such a reason?" It was always good to figure out why people had left a house to go out first, in kidnap cases; you could normally figure out how long someone had observed through that.
"No...wait. Yeah. He left me a note..." The blonde reached over onto his pillow, lifting up the slightly crumpled piece of paper, reading over the words yet again before he handed it out to Near. The fifteen year old reached into his pocket and extracted a pair of white evidence-handling gloves before he took the note, wondering if Beyond might have touched it. It could be possible, for a kidnapper; they almost always cased the target's house, and watched for times to steal their things.
"Mels,
Went out for a while. Don't know when I'll be back. See you whenever I get back, I suppose. By the way, you're going to have to buy more chocolate; I checked the cabinet and saw you were running low. Well, I'm gonna go now. Later.
Matt." The number one of Wammy's House whispered, noting that the letter was most definitely Matt's style, his writing, his tone. There was no chance this had been written by Beyond. "Matt did write this note. Where could he have gone, Mello. Think."
Mello
Damn, Near was pissing him off! Didn't he know that Mello had already thought about where Matt could've gone? That he knew he'd been at the game station in the mall?
"I know where the fuck he went! He went-"
"To the game station in the mall. Yes, I know this. But where else would he have gone. Perhaps Beyond has been spotted in other places. If so, we can learn about where he frequents. Mello, if we can find where Matt goes when he is alone, or with you, we can find Beyond. And if we can find Beyond..." Near let the sentence hang, letting Mello figure it out on his own.
"Then we can find Matt." A grin started on the leather-clad male's lips, stretching from lobe to lobe. If they knew where Matt went, if they saw any image of Beyond...perhaps they could find some information of where the black haired man went. If it was in stores, they would find security cameras. And they would see where B went...the man wouldn't be able to just keep following a red head without being noticed. He would need to gather things as well, food and such.
"Let's get going, you fucking albino! We gotta find my Matt!"
BB: That's the end of this chapter for now! I'm so sorry it was late...Well, not late. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATT! I've been going at this for a whole year now! ...you must hate me, buuuuuuuut at least there's some new chapters up, right? Yay for plot-filler!
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