This is my second Death Note fic, hopefully it goes better then the first one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Story Title: He Just Strolled In

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Chapter 1:

You Need Me


"How'd the hell you get in here?!" Mello rolled his eyes, disinterested as he heard the shot. He heard quiet talking but could only pick out a few words.

"Mello would want... new hacker, needs..."

'He knows my name,' Mello thought, glancing over the couch. He just saw the mafia men's backs. 'How?'

"Move," the red head said, moving the gun barrel.

"That's a bold move," Mello said, sitting up, deeming him as 'Red.'

"Knew I'd see you sooner or later," 'Red' said. "I just wish it was you at the door."

"You didn't come through the door," Mello reminded him. "What do you want?" There was a pause.

"I brought chocolate,"

"Let him in," Mello said. "Didn't you hear me? Move it!" The men scurried to the side as 'Red' casually walked in, sitting down a safe distance away from Mello even though he was on the same couch. He tossed the chocolate bar off to the side and Mello caught it with ease.

It was like routine.

"What're you here for?" Mello asked, opening the chocolate bar wrapper. He heard whispers.

"He's on the same couch as Mello!"

"Mello let him in!"

"Dude, he knows Mello's name,"

"Do you think they know each other?"

"They have too- he knows Mello likes chocolate- ow!" The last mafia member was hit on the back of the head.

"Get out, you bunch of fools!" Mello snarled.

"But Mello-!"

"I said get out!"

"Boy, you really haven't changed," 'Red' snickered.

"Do I know you?" Mello asked, his eyes narrowing.

"You should," 'Red' said.

"Do I get a name or am I just going to keep calling you 'Red' in my head?" Mello asked. 'Red's' eyebrows lifted.

"No one's listening in?" Matt questioned. Mello shrugged, bringing out his gun and pointing it at 'Red.' When he saw no signs of cowardness, he pointed it at the doorway and fired.

"If they were, they sure as hell aren't now," Mello sneered. "So talk."

"The name's Matt-"

"And what's so secret about 'Matt'?" Mello asked.

"Let me finish," Matt said. "My name is Matt, Mihael Kheel." Mello tensed before grabbing onto Matt's shirt and pushed him down, the barrel of the gun pointed at his head.

"How the fuck do you know that?" Mello hissed.

"You don't remember me," Matt stated.

"Where would I know you from?" Mello demanded. "Answer me!"

"You told me," Matt said. "But that's not why I'm here."

"And how do I know you won't tell them my name?" Mello demanded.

"My real name is Mail Jeevas," Matt said. "And I need a job." Mello took a moment to survey Red, Matt, Mail Jeevas, or whatever the hell his name was. Something about him wanted to trust this teenager. He felt Matt tense up and with a smirk, he sat back, letting Matt sit up.

"Talk," Mello said, letting the gun stay in plain sight.

"Don't get trigger happy on me," Matt muttered. "Like I said, I need a job and you have one for me-"

"And what would that be?"

"If you'd let me finish," Matt said, annoyed. "You need a hacker." Mello stared at him before letting out a bark of laughter.

"I don't need a hacker because I have a hacker,"

"You don't have one as good as me and you need me," Matt said.

"What makes you think you're so good?" Mello asked.

"Past jobs, past recomendations..." Matt yawned. "And the fact that you knew me but don't seem to remember me."

"Now that, you're making up," Mello snorted. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you-" During Mello's little speech, Matt had whipped out a cell phone and pressed something that Mello couldn't see.

"Near," Matt said. "Yeah, it's Matt. I'm bad, you're good. Mello doesn't remember me." Mello stared at Matt before holding his hand out for the phone."

"Near," Mello said into the phone. "Is this really you?"


That shall be chapter one.

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