Author's Note: Hello to anyone who is reading this. First of all, this story will contain yaoi. If yaoi is not your thing, please do not read this. Also, this story is currently rated T but I will eventually changing it to M. I will post which chapters contain lemon in a note at the top so if you want to read this story but don't want to read any of the graphic stuff you'll know which chapters to skip. Second, this is the first fanfic I have ever writen, so please don't be too hard on me. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not.

Before you start reading this, please know that you need to read chapter 1 and chapter 2 together. If you just read chapter 1, you are going to think that all I did was steal directly from the Death Note series. However, once you read chapter 2, you will understand what I was doing. It is actually essential to the plot so please don't leave me comments about me stealing from Death Note.

I think that's everything and I hope you enjoy my writing.

~Amour en Rayures

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters.


Chapter 1: Prologue

The motorcycle sped away down the narrow alley leaving the too wide cars behind it. Takada's body guards no longer an issue, Mello reached into the pocket on the left side of his leather jacket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He proceeded to attach one to his wrist and the other to Takada's in the same fluid motion in which he removed them from his pocket.

Takada gasped audibly, despite the sound of the motorcycle's engine. Her face revealed a worried expression, but she refrained from saying anything for the duration of their trip.

After traveling through the side alleyways of the city for what seemed like hours but must have only been minutes, Mello finally pulled into a warehouse. The large interior was mostly barren except for the moving van positioned near the door. Mello drove the motorcycle slowly up the ramp and into the back of the van before cutting the engine. He hopped off the motorcycle.

"Get off!" Mello commanded in a harsh but strained tone. Takada complied. He produced a key from his pocket and released both sides of the handcuffs, letting them fall to the floor with a loud Clang!Takada quickly backed into a corner, cowering like a trapped animal. Mello kicked a cardboard box towards her.

"Take off everything you're wearing and put it in that box."

"You're…asking me to get naked…right here…?"

"That's right. You've got a tracer that'll alert the body guards to your whereabouts, don't you? They're going to come after me if I don't get rid of that. This delivery company has a shipping office close by, so I'll toss the box there." Takada hesitated.

"Hurry up. Don't worry. I'll give you a blanket," Mello said before picking the nearby blanket up off the floor and tossing it into the box.

"O-okay," Takada said, clearly trying to stay calm but failing miserably, "I-I'll give you my bag, my cell phone and the stuff inside my pockets. I won't be able to contact anybody…s-so can I at least have that blanket around me when I take my underwear off…?"

"Okay! Just hurry up!" Mello took the mentioned devices and waited for Takada to undress. Takada turned around, facing the corner, and started to remove her clothing. When she had only her underwear remaining, she hurriedly bent down and picked up the blanket, wrapping it around her almost nude body. She removed her bra but hesitated for a moment before dropping it into the box along with the rest of her clothes. Takada stepped out of her panties and placed them in the box. Mello bent down and rummaged through the box, checking its contents.

"Okay, good," he said, seemingly satisfied. Mello picked up the box and walked to the door. "You're going to have to stay in here for a while. And I don't want to hear a peep, got it?" Mello walked around to the front compartment of the van and unlocked the driver's side door. He threw the box onto the passenger's seat and took out the delivery company's uniform, quickly changing into it. He tossed his clothes next to the box as he slid into the driver's seat.

Mello drove to the shipping office and stepped out of the van with the box, leaving the van running. He found the nearest open van and glanced around. With no one in sight, he left the box among others of its kind in the back of the van. He moved swiftly back to the van which held Takada. He climbed back into the van and drove away.

After driving for a few minutes, Mello turned on the small TV screen on the dashboard and flipped to the news. The small screen showed Matt's car riddled with bullet holes. Blood splatters littered the ground. "The man who was shot down has still not been identified," the announcer explained in an emotionless voice. Mello's face changed to show something that resembled despair tainted with remorse. He continued driving.

After about half and hour, Mello finally reached his destination. He pulled into an old, abandoned church. He turned off the ignition and let out a small sigh. Elbows resting on the steering wheel, he placed his head in his hands.

Mello suddenly sat bolt upright. His eyes bugged. His hands frantically clutched at his chest. A small gurgle escaped his throat and a single word: "Kira."

Mello's head fell forward onto the steering wheel with a small bounce before coming to rest. His arms hung limp on either side of him like the rosary that hung suspended above his lap off the bottom of the steering wheel. His eyes stared wide out the window into the darkness created by the church ruins as his last breath escaped his slightly parted lips.