“Get up.” Mello shook Matt. He watched as Matt simply groaned and turned over. Taking a deep breath Mello positioned himself were he stood at the top of the bed and jumped with all his might on top of the dead man.
“Ohhh…” The red head moaned slowly turning his head to drowsily look at his master. “Wha?” He groaned again trying to move the wait that straddled his bare chest.
Mello complied and hopped off. “Good, boy.” He said patting Matt’s hair; earning a swift glare from the drowsy gamer. “Now up, pup. We have work to do.”
“What!? Now?” Matt crocked out lighting a cigarette. Matt took forever to wake up. But, when summoned he would even leave his beloved mattress to bow to the whims of the holder of his leash.
“Yes, now.” Mello spat watching Matt pull on a black and white stripped shirt. As a compliment to his status Matt pulled out of the top drawer a small dog collar. He turned showing it to Mello, and then placed it around his neck. Mello laughed holding his sides. Sometimes Matt was so funny. Yes, Matt was his property so that made him his pet, his dog. Matt owed Mello his life so they settled it with his service.
“Come on, crazy.” The blond managed between hushed laughs. “We are gonna find out who attacked us.”
“Oh, yippy.” Matt followed Mello to the houses second basement located at the bottom of the first basement but it was designed to branch away some from the home.
It had been designed as some kind of bomb shelter. But once it had become Mello’s base of operations, the houses structure made it perfect for them to give the top to Near for his toys. While the bottom proved the perfect place to hide their supplies and plot the demises of rival gangs and mafias.
They had passed through the first basement trying to ignore the fact that they would not be followed by Near’s shuffled foot steps. It would be hard but nothing would stop the grim yet determined young men from doing their job.
They passed through the dark tunnel that went toward the second basement. The only sounds were the scuffs of their shoes and the tinkling from Mello’s rosary. They didn’t speak till they were closer to a small sliding door. Mello quickly pressed a few buttons, to activate it. With a loud hiss the door slid back.
Bending down Mello crawled into the room. Matt rolled his eyes, Mello made it look easy, but he was considerably bigger so the squeeze was near awful. Not that he was fatter or anything. But, he had considerably wider shoulders. But, he tried anyway, grunting as he felt the walls tighten. “Hey, Mello. Give me a hand.” He said.
Mello gave a loud moan as he help Matt in. With a final pull, Matt came through the tiny opening, knocking Mello to the floor.
“Get off!” Mello gasped as Matt fell on top of him.
“Sorry.” Matt mumbled getting up and rubbing his sore shoulder. “Well now what?” He sighed giving the room a glance.
“Well. Let’s think.” Mello turned on the light and clicked on a radio. He then took his place at the front of a large table. “Who’s the rat that gave us away?” his foot tapped to the heavy metal that pounded out the speakers.
“You think we were tolled on?” Matt reflected turning his chair backwards and sitting down. “I think someone might have just finally found us is all.” He mussed. “We’ve been here over a year, ya’ know? It was a raid after all.”
“Who would be stupid enough to dare and try to take their chances with us?” Mello had his head down. A sign he was thinking pretty hard. His soft blond bangs covering his eyes, casting shadows around his features. “I think we were left hanging. Was every one at their place when we were attacked?”
Sweat formed around Matt’s collar, both the shirts and dogs. It was his job to check on the other members, but with everything going on it hadn’t crossed his mind. He tried to not look to stupid when Mello looked at him.
“Well?” Mello’s looks were completely blank. “Was everyone at their place the night we were attacked!?”
“I … don’t know.” Matt said as calmly as possible. “We’ve been so busy with your injuries and Near’s illness I forgot to see were they were.”
That was all he said before a fist slammed into his face knocking him to the floor. He could hear Mello’s breath come in rasps over him.
“My injuries have nothing to do with the orders your under!” Mello hissed. “And heres a new one for you! You’ve got one week to inspect the troupes and report back here. Or dammit, I swear, you’ll wish I had left you in the gutter! Now fetch!”
Matt didn’t wait for one moment before he was scrambling up, and moving toward an old computer.
Mello watched him for a moment before he took out a chocolate bar and bit into it. The sweet flavor washed over him, calming his anger in one swoop. He knew he wouldn't really throw Matt out. But, the thought gave the red head a good scare anyway. Score one for Mello.
