badfic_manor | 36th Blast || Mello || [Voice, PRIVATE to Matt] [In Person] ((BACKDATED to just after the heist))

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36th Blast || Mello || [Voice, PRIVATE to Matt] [In Person] ((BACKDATED to just after the heist))

[A very wet and very angry Mello storms out of the Louvre museum. He pulls out his blackberry and encodes the message, holding it to his mouth like a microphone. The message is private to Matt, completely unhackable. His voice is shaking with as is the rest of him]

Matt, come in, Matt. The fucker got away. And he left the goddamn jewel at the scene. He took it and left it! Just to fucking taunt us! I need you to go through the footage you took, anything and everything you got. I've got an evidence bag with one of the fireworks, we'll go through that when I get back to the apartment. We are going to catch that fucker!

Jesus! Fucking! Christ! I'm going to fucking kill someone!

[With a strangled yell he ends the call, stomping his way down the Paris street. He looks murderous.]

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[Conan is pretty resigned to the idea of Kid escaping and waiting for the next heist to try again. He's gotten used to this routine, the only thing he didn't like this time was the paint bomb- he'd washed most of it off by now, but his clothes were still stained. He's also privately wondering about how a conversation between Mello and one Nakamori Ginzo would be going about now.]

It won't do any good-you might be able to find his vendor but Kaitou Kid was no doubt in disguise at the time he got those fireworks.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I'm not going to chase every fucking lead into the ground.

[It would consist entirely of curses]

Probably, just to be an ass, he was disguised as a girl.

I'll find out.

[Larsa's been watching the fireworks and heist, he didn't get involved because really he had no expertise when dealing with things like this, he was only there if a fight erupted.]

Is there anything that I might be able to do?

[Mello glares at him]

Either tell me you saw something useful or get the Hell out of my way. Those are your choices here.

[Looking down he stays silent. He could understand his frustrations.]

I am afraid I did not. I am simply asking if I may be of any assistance to you.

The answer is no. Just stay out of my way.

[He sighs and remains where he was, firmly out of the other's war path.]

As you wish.

[Nice had been watching the fireworks; of course she had. They'd pretty much made her evening.

However, it was only by chance that she bumped into Mello now - but looking at his expression, her own fell somewhat]

'Ey..ya look like the devil's after ya..

[Mello shakes his head irritably]

Damn bastard got away and ruined my clothes.

[She nods, even though she has no idea what he's talking about]

Alright, well, next time you'll catch 'im. Simple as that. Ya gotta be patient with this sorta thing, an' gettin' frustrated won't help any.

[Her tone's calm, not patronising]

C'mon. Take a breath yeah?

[Exactly how Matt handles it. Unfortunately Matt's a special case. Mello's not going to yell at her, he likes her too much. He scrubs the back of his head, irritably]

I don't take losing well.

Then ya just gotta make sure ya don't lose again, right?

[Small smile]

I'll leave ya alone, since I can see ya wanna go sort this out. But, good luck yeah?

Yeah.

[All he ever does is lose. It's his lot in life. It's his fate. But she doesn't need to know that. He sort of looks listless over being angry for a moment as he walks away]

[And here's L, shuffling down the sidewalk in his brand new scarf (http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/7213/aaaacxvmypaaaaaaapt7hq.jpg).]

... Aren't you cold?

[Maybe you need a scarf. A cool scarf. Like his. :|]

[Mello turns around when he hears his idol's voice. He's in a bad mood and he doesn't want to admit to L that he failed. In fact, there is something almost like fear buzzing through his brain when he turns to face L. But all of that vanishes the second he sees that...monstrosity L's wearing]

....

[Now he'll just stare you down. A bit perplexed.]

[Okay, he should explain]

That's...new.

[Oh. That. He doesn't even look down at the scarf, but knows it must be what Mello's referring to.]

...

[What do people say to each other when discussing their wardrobes?]

Do you like it?

[...]

Uh...it's...interesting.

[No. No he doesn't. It makes L look like a hipster or a deranged serial killer who murders hipsters and wears their horrible clothing. Change the subject?]

That heist I told you about, I couldn't stop it. Come back to my place, I'm going to put some hot chocolate on, and I'll fill you in. If you want.

[L seems to miss the implication that this "interesting" is a bad kind of "interesting."]

Thank you. I think so too.

Oh. [Well, a heist isn't technically GOOD, but it's not gruesome murder, so that's a plus. Also, he has time. And Mello's his homeboy. And maybe he's feeling just a teensy bit better about life. It's strange. And probably fleeting. But he might as well enjoy it.]

Yes, I'd like that very much.

[Mello opens his mouth to say something but let's it go. You can think it's the "good" interesting as long as Mello doesn't get one for Christmas.

Mello smiles, feeling a lot better than he had just a moment before]

Come on, Matt and I aren't staying too far from here.

[He jerks his head in the direction of the apartment the two are sharing.]

[Meirin might be knitting matching mittens for L for Christmas. He could probably easily ask her to make you some too, Mello.]

All right.

[L shuffles with him in that direction.]

[He leads L back to their flat and opens the door. It's a pretty swanky place and quite large although it's pretty messy already because, well, Matt lives there. Mello stands aside and ushers L inside.]

I'll put the chocolate on. [Mutters] Then I'm gonna take a shower. Fucking thief ruining my fucking clothes.

[L follows him in, a little more hesitantly than before. He's never been in Mello or Matt's space before; they've always come to him. Even if they're just borrowing the place for the time being, it gives him some pause. Like he's invading. He's just going to play with the end of his scarf. New quirky habit?]

Okay.

[Well, take it all in L. They enter into a large sitting area, the majority of the decorative pillows have been thrown onto the floor, either in front of or behind the couch they belong to. The couch itself is long and leather and scuff by boots. On the coffee table are several paper bags, should L peek inside he'll find they're full of various plumbing equipment, several seemingly mundane chemicals and a matchbox the size of a chocolate sampler. These are for Mello's explosives. On the leather armchair there's a half eaten bag of Bugles and a Nintendo DS. The ottoman looks like it came out poorly in a rather violent fight. There are about four ashtrays in the room, all overflowing. There is a glass doorway leading onto a balcony littered with cigarette butts and narrow silver pieces of chocolate wrapper. The door is obviously shut and locked as if Mello is afraid Spider-Man might break in while he is out.

There are four doors off this room, two are opened. One is the brightly tiled bathroom and the other is the kitchen, straight ahead. One of the closed doors leads to a small den with the largest TV possible. The other is their bedroom. Should L venture in there he'll find Mello's newly expanded wardrobe, Matt's clothes all over the floor, several more overflowing ashtrays, a large unmade bed and a host of electronics (everything from video games to advanced espionage equipment) spread over the room. Several of them have been taken apart and are in various stages of repair before Matt got bored or called away.

Mello leads L into the kitchen, which is mostly dark colored steel and slate. It's also messy and the open drawers reveal mostly deep dark chocolate and brightly colored junk food. The remains of Matt's dinner is still on the stove, bright orange cheese stains the bottom of the pan. Mello gestures for L to sit...er crouch...at the island. He lets out an irritated sigh as he drops Matt's dirty pan into the sink. He does nothing to wash it but it's out of the way. Next he gets down a large pot and a cylander of what looks like gourmet chocolate shavings. He gets the milk out of the black refrigerator.]

Damn thief not only got in passed us he replaced the jewel with an exploding decoy. I have no idea how he had the time or even how he got in. He just fucking...appeared! I had every possible entrance guarded!

[He turns on the electric stove, glaring at the slowly heating milk as if it questioned his capability.]

((OOC: Yes I got carried away but shut up, I enjoyed it.))

[Sorry if you don't get a response right away, Mello. L's... still trying to deal with the mess. It's very cluttered... in here. Although he wants to take his tennis shoes off, he's not sure he wants to put his bare feet on the floor. He inspects the chair, deems it clean enough to perch on, at least, and crawls in. He feels slightly better in his signature position, and watches Mello heat up the milk.]

Were you able to consult a blueprint?

[He can think of several ways off-hand someone might be able to slip in unnoticed through an unconventional entrance.]

[Mello looks a little insulted but attempts to hide it]

Of course, Kid gave us enough time to and it's the Louvre the blueprints weren't hard to find. Every entrance covered and Matt had cameras at every one, we were communicating via walkie talkie and he didn't see anything.

[Sigh]

He's reviewing the feeds now, in case there's something we missed.

I didn't even know a damn thing was wrong until those fucking fireworks went off.

[He points to an evidence bag on the counter containing the remains of a cardboard rocket]

I'm going to source the materials tomorrow.

[Hey, just checking. Although in the grand scheme of things, one heist where the perpetrator is clearly just showing off that he can get away with it doesn't strike L as a large-scale problem.

He does think the fireworks were a nice touch, though.]

We need to do something about B.

[...Holy subject change, Batman. :|]

[Mello had just added the chocolate. He heaves a sigh]

Yeah, we have to. Look, stir this until it's creamy I'm going to go take a shower. Then we can talk.

[L hops down and shuffles over. He'll reduce himself to menial labour for Mello's sake. Although again this makes him miss Watari.]

Thank you.

[He needs help. B|]

[Mello returns after about a quarter of an hour.]

Is it finished?

[Mello pads in barefoot with his hair pulled up into a high messy ponytail. He's dressed in tight pale jeans and a black tank top. It's probably the most skin L's ever been allowed to see. He can see the extend of the scarring on Mello's arm, shoulder, part of it on his chest. If Mello turns around he can see part of Mello's tattoo on his shoulder and upper back. The material is also a lot more yielding than his usual leather, more fluid, and one of his gunshot scars is barely concealed by the bottom of the shirt. So he might catch a glimpse of that too.]

What's B up to?

[L sees all. But he doesn't comment.]

It's finished.

[He steps aside and lets Mello take over from there. His mind has already moved onto the much more deadly question at hand.]

He plans to replace me.

I would like to keep that from happening.

[He says this very seriously. As if that wasn't obvious.]

[Mello does, pouring the hot chocolate into two mugs. Mello shakes his head]

Yeah, I think that's a good plan.

[He considers the hot chocolate in the cup and his own finely manicured nails, trying to look nonchalant rather than worried. B is a force to be reckoned with especially when he's had time to plan]

Where is he?

[L takes a hearty slurp of his before he attempts to speak again.]

I don't know.

[That's part of the problem. He's so hard to keep track of.]

In the manor, he has taken to living in the ductwork. [Which is horrifying enough.] In a place as big as Paris, he's even harder to draw out.

Yeah, I figured.

[He takes a sip, bitterly]

Goddamn it. He must be out of his barely functioning mind about this. He's been given a golden opportunity to fix his mistake before it happens.

Yes.

[L kind of doesn't like thinking about that.]

He hasn't made his move yet, but I doubt that's a good thing.

[Mello sighs]

We have one trick up our sleeves, one card he might not have seen. It's not much but...

[Mello trails off. He doesn't want to say "you've got me" because that sounds like absolutely no help at all. He has to think about how to phrase this]

It's not. He's simply biding his time.

[And so is L. But he feels more... panicked about it.]

I do have more allies this time. [Last time it was just Naomi Misora. She was good, but... well. She wasn't exactly a successor. And now she's dead. So.] I will need your help.

[All the help he can get, really.]

[Mello nods]

L, I know everything there is to know about B and the LABB murder cases. I know more about Shinigami and their power than anyone who isn't aligned with Kira, and I definitely know more about them than B. I'll be...

[He doesn't want to say "better than Misora" because although that's what he's thinking he knows how much L liked her. Nor does he say "your partner" which is another word he was tossing around because L doesn't need a partner]

I'll be there for whatever you need.

[L does smile at this. Just a tad.]

Thank you.

[He climbs back into the chair at the counter and slurps the hot chocolate.]

We need a trap. We must make him think he is winning, until it is too late. And then we will be able to expose him.

[The gears are turning...]

Understood.

[Yeah, for every bit that Mello overreacts? Count on Matt to do the opposite.

He's quiet for a moment. Probably getting to work.

And then.]

It's alright. It's just a setback.

A setback?! We lost, Matt! We fucked up!

Can't really lose the game until you quit playing.

We haven't, right?

[Long pause then]

Right.

See. I can be right every once in awhile.

Get back here. We'll figure it out.

I'll be there in five.

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