24th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

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[Bundled up Mello is making his way through the snow. To anyone looking out their window he appears as just a black dot making its way through the blizzard. (Mello's entire winter wonderland wardrobe is as black as everything else he wears.) If you happen to be crazy and are actually outside you may hear Mello's voice above the wind.]

MAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAATT!! MATT!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

[Mello lets out a muttered "fuck" under his breath, more of a breath of air than anything else.]

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[All at once his free hand grabs Mello's hair, yanking his already-craned neck backwards so violently that Mello's neck made a slight cracking noise. B bows his own head downwards so that he is looking upside-down into Mello's eyes. It couldn't be Mihael Keehl, no. It wasn't L. Who had taken his eyes?]

Who made the deal?

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[Mello grits his teeth but lets out a small pained grunt from the force. He tried to stay quiet but the sound escaped him before he could help himself. It felt like B was going to rip his head off his body. His eyes teared up, which was immensely painful in the cold. But he couldn't show B how hurt he really was. He couldn't and he wouldn't. Mello swallowed down the pain in, due to his position, a visible arc.]

A lot of people.

[He knows better than to move in B's grip]

One of my cronies, a cop, and one of the murderers in the Kira case.

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[B lets out a seething growl. The anger in his posture and in his voice are heavily bridled: though his instincts are heading towards blind rage, he will keep his body and mind under control. Control is what this is all about. Control is what this Shinigami, the being that was supposed to be his idol, his creator, and his alone, did not seem to have. He let Mello's head go, and his posture relaxed, deliberately. He lowered himself down closer over Mello's back, his face pointing the same direction as Mello's, almost touching. His tongue traced a cold line down Mello's scar.]

"Cronies," you call them. Just what were you doing, M, instead of acting as a detective trained to be L?

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[B's new position rose goosebumps on Mello's skin, but it was nothing compared to B dragging his cold tongue down the side of his face. Mello recoiled, wrenching away from B's mouth. He had to get the saliva off his scar before it froze.]

That's none of your business, B.

[He rubs his cheek against his padded shoulder]

One of them is here, B. Someone with your eyes.

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[B bares his teeth, shying a step away as Mello slips free of his grasp.]

Who this person?

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You'll have to find them, won't you?

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[B growls his answer to Mello's uncooperativeness.]

I know that you did not become L, M. Nate River beat you, and now he will be L. You lost, M. You failed.

[And with that, he scampers away.]

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[Mello kneels in the snow nursing his arm but the pain is not why he takes so long before getting to his feet]