I Hate you {{info}}

It had been a few years since L died now, a few years since I left Wammy's, a few years since I met the Mafia.I have to admit walking the streets of L.A. alone at night wasn't the best idea I had ever had but then again, I finally found him.

The lightposts illuminated the sidewalk as I wandered aimlessly through the darkness. A large man dressed in all black stepped onto the sidewalk behind me. I stepped onto the street as I crossed over to the other side. He did the same. A bit annoyed, I turned down a new road. Again, he did the same. Though it was obvious this rather large man was following me, I wasn't afraid, like any other 17 year old girl would be.

Not really surprising me, the man began to speed up. I finally got sick of this little game and turned around stopping and staring at the man, seething. "Ok. I see that you have been following me. If you're going to do something to me, do it already! God! I'm fucking tired of waiting!" I screamed.

"If you say so lady." he said before tossing me over his shoulder. I didn't bother screaming. I dug my nails into his back angrily. Still over his shoulder, I began kicking and telling him to put me down repeatedly. "Feisty ((sp?)) one aren't you?"

After a while of kicking and scratching, he had taken me to a dark building and set me down on a chair, rather uncomfortably. I heard murmurs behind me but didn't bother turning around to count the faces of criminals that stared at me, ready to rape or kill or torture me.

Just waiting for my brutal demise, I eyed the room I was in. A thin figure stood in the corner watching me watch him. It was odd, he looked somewhat familiar. His blonde hair draping over his shoulders, his fish shaped teal eyes staring blankly, his dark attire. It all seemed to fit somewhere in my memories, though the scar threw me off.

Wracking my brain for the possible memory I had of this man, he stepped forward towards me. The murmurs stopped. "What? You don't remember me Kat?" he said, trying to sound hurt. My eyes widened as a memory shot into my mind.

"M-M-Mello?" I stuttered uncontrolably.

"You do remember." he purred happily.

I wanted to jump into his arms in a long embrace, but for some reason, I felt afraid. Afraid of an old friend that I had grown up with, afraid of a friend that stood by me when the other children shuned me, afraid of some one that I never thought I would be afraid of. Afraid of Mello.

After what seems like hours of akward silence, I couldn't stand it anymore.I finally stood up and slid my arms behind his neck, his sliding around my back. He was still as warm as I remebered.

Tears rolled over my cheeks in confused sobs. A low chuckle escaped from his chest. I pulled away glaring at him before kicking him still sobbing. The men behind me stiffened up eyeing me, though it was obvious Mello hadn't felt it.

Mello let out another chuckle and pulled me into a room where a boy around our age with fiery red hair, green goggles set ontop his head sat on a couch a few feet away. My face lit up at the sight of him, recognizing him immediatly.

"Matty-chan!" My voice squeaked.

He turned around emotionless, his goggles falling crockedly onto his nose. "Hay. Long time no see."

I held my arms out weirdly. "What, no hug?!"

He remained emotionless. "Not unless your gonna drag your lazy ass over here."

I grimanced. "Fine. No hug for you."

He patted the seat next to him. "Don't be like that, love."

I scoffed. "Same old Matt."

He turned back to his game. "Suit your self, love."

I glanced around the room then back at Mello. "So what is this, the mafia?"

"Still as smart as ever I see." Mello snickered.

My eyes widened. "Your kidding, right?!"

He shook his head, his hair swaying left and right. "So...you got anywhere to go?" I shook my head as well. "Stay here then, you can sleep in my room." I blushed slightly. It had been so long since I last seen Mello. I had forgotten how blunt he could be.

He led me into another dark room after I had accepted his offer. It was dark and dingy, chocolate wrapers littering the floor. I sat on the bed with a long yawn.

"Get some sleep. You're probably pretty freaked out and exhausted." Mello said stalking towards the closet. I merely nodded and sprawled across the little bed as Mello threw me a loose black shirt. "You can borrow this if you want to sleep more comfortably." He left the room with a small wave.

After changing into the shirt and throwing my last outfit into a pile of clothing lingering in the corner, I lay myself across the bed once more and drift off to a nightmare that was sure to come.