I am so excited! I've been working on this for weeks, and it's finally up! This is my fist long fanfic, so I'm both nervous and ecstatic! (sing-song voice) So this is obviously a MelloxSayu fic. It will be strictly canon (as far as we know) until the explosion chapter/episode, in which Soichiro will steadily recover, instead of dieing in the hospital, however, he will not return to the investigation. Matt will feature rather prominently in this fic, and neither he nor Mello will die. Mello may or may not be present in the Yellow Box Warehouse, but we will see, I haven't thought up to that far. Near will play a role,and we will meet him.

I will try to update every week, but this all depends on the variable factors of homework, # of painting customers, my brother, my teachers' moods (see homework), and other tings known collectively as Life.

I NEED A BETA FOR THIS FIC. PLEASE.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

And without further ado...

"We got her, boss." Mello turned around as his Mafia goons entered the main room of the hideout. "Where do you want her?"

"Lemme see her. You haven't done anything stupid with her, have you?" Mello got up, folding the tin foil of his chocolate and shoving it in his pocket. He walked over to where Brian and Jack, his two smartest minions, stood with a pretty brunette girl. Sayu Yagami. He smiled. His goal was within reach now.

Mello looked closer. He saw a number of things. Firstly, aside from looking tired and scruffed up, the girl looked unharmed. Secondly, she also looked very, very angry, staring at him with a look of utmost hatred. Thirdly, she was gagged with good ol' reliable duck tape, bound with standard handcuffs and had a braid duck taped to her shoulder. As he inspected it closer, due to the workmanship, he decided that she had done it herself, probably as she left the house that morning, and the henchmen had done the taping.

He pointed at it. "Why?"

"She kept hittin' us with it, sir. We had to do somethin'."

"Vindictive little bitch, aren't you?"

She nodded; loathing expression never leaving the half of her face he could see.

He slowly reached up to her face and peeled of the duck tape in the least painful way he could. He didn't really know why he was doing it, but he was nothing if not impulsive.

"Hello, Sayu Ya-"

"Don't touch me, you fucking bastard!"

"Feisty, this one is." He pressed the tape back on her mouth as he said this, hoping that it would stick well, which it did.

He walked over to a television in the corner, which the minions watched when not doing anything else. Mello turned it on to a random channel, and a cartoon came on the screen. Motioning for the henchmen to follow, he pulled out his cell phone as they brought her before the TV and pushed her to her knees.

No, no, that wouldn't do. Her angry expression wasn't exactly the type to hasten a rescue, in fact, it was enough to stop one altogether and make the Task Force take the time to think through their strategy. He motioned for one of them lightly tip her over.
Click! Perfect. That little moment of falling had allowed a fearful expression on her face. On Mello's phone was now the perfect proof- photo. He resisted the urge to laugh evilly, instead taking a bite of his chocolate.

"Follow me, you three."

Mello led them down a long, dingy hallway, and to an equally dingy door. Pulling a set of keys out of his pocket, he carefully chose one, then put it in the doorknob.

Mello opened the door and stalked inside, impatiently gesturing at his minions to follow with the girl. They entered, clumsily pulling the girl behind them, even though she could clearly walk without a problem. Mello sat down on one of the chairs in the corner as they threw her onto the bed. He motioned for them to leave, and they did.

They stared at each other.

Mello decided it would be best to just get it over with.

"I'm going to take your tape off again. But don't Irritate me or it will go right back on." He got up and removed the tape, continuing speaking as he did so. "As you may have guessed, I am the leader here; I ordered your kidnapping."

"Gee, what a fucking surprise. Anything else I should know?"

"How 'bout that I have a short fucking temper?" he snarled.

She smiled evilly. "Maybe I'll have some fun here than."

He took off the tape from her hair. "I would be careful about who you piss off here, sweetheart. I'm the only one here separating you from them raping you." He decided not to mention that Matt was also her friend here.

"So fucking what? Let them fucking try; I'll put them in the fucking hospital."

"Do I sense some discomfort? This does not sound like a pleasing prospect to Sayu Yagami." He very carefully reached into his pocket for the key and unlocked her handcuffs.

"Well of course not." She stretched gracefully, fully unbound.

"Take off your clothes," Mello ordered. He wanted to make sure that the Task Force hadn't seen this coming and bugged her. However, she probably didn't know that.

"HELL no!"

Mello was not in the mood for this. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.

"I said, take off your clothes," he snarled.

"And I said, HE-ELL no!"

His first instinct was to shoot her, but he quickly smothered his temper, and turned on his heel. He strode out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

"NOW, take your clothes off," he growled through the door. He heard his underlings behind him snickering. Mello turned around, very slowly. It stopped.

It seemed that he had underestimated Sayu Yagami. She either was not very smart, a total bitch, or just royally pissed off. Either way, he was beginning to think that this kidnapping would not be as boring as he expected it to be. A relief. He took a bite of chocolate, finishing the bar.

He walked back into the room, not bothering to knock, and as he expected, she was done, redressed in the clothes he had left there ahead of time. Any of his Mafia underlings would have left who knows what kind of slutty clothes, but as Mello was a decent person, maybe even a gentleman at that, he had left her modest, everyday apparel. They looked rather like the clothes she had just handed him, and she looked very pretty.

"I presume that you want to check them for bugs?"

"Mmhmm. how could you tell?" he asked, nonchalantly, but shocked on the inside. Research had shown him that she was relatively smart, relatively popular, relatively average, and not sharing in the family legacy, so to speak. Where did this flash of deductive logic come from?

"I'm not an idiot."

"You must be, for giving me his kind of attitude."

"You're kidding me, right? How would you be acting if you had just been kidnapped, flown across the freaking Pacific Ocean, and were freaking fearing for your fucking life and virginity? And you sound like my father."

So she was afraid. She did a good job of hiding it, because the only feeling he was getting from her was still royally pissed off.

"I suppose my behavior would be slightly similar. But, I would be keeping my mouth shut." He put his gun back in the front of his pants, then looked back at Sayu as she giggled.

"Paging Dr. Freud," she intoned into her fist, curled around an invisible walkie-talkie, then giggled, no cackled, adorably, no evilly.

"Do you want me to kill you?"

"No, not really. But I am having more fun than I expected." She muttered something. "Plus, you confirming my bugged theory told me that I am a hostage. I'm right; I see it in your suddenly even less attractive expression. And furthermore, because both my father and brother are involved in the Kira investigation, I presume that that is why I am here."

"You're smarter than they give you credit for."

"Runs in the family. Is there any food around here? I'm starving," her tone became sickly sweet, "and, if my father found out that you were mistreating his poor daughter..."

"Fine then." He walked back over to the door and yelled out at his goons, who were still standing there cluelessly. "One of you! Bring some food here and a chocolate bar! Now!"

He waited by the door until they came; Sayu's glare burning on his back.

Landon, a minion from Chicago, handed him a McDonald's bag, and Mello gingerly took it, disgusted. He brought it to the other side of the room and thrust it at Sayu.

She pulled out a slightly flat cheeseburger and a small pouch of fries."Is this real American food?" she asked with an adorable mixture of wonder and disgust.

No! Not adorable, annoying and bitchy!

"Can't get more American than that, sweetheart. This will be the room where you will stay, don't do anything stupid, like try to escape or kill yourself. Enjoy." He stalked out of the room-

"So long, Fucking Bastard."

"It's Mello."

-And locked the door behind him.

Mello turned to address the goons still standing there like the idiots they were.

"None of you will you in there unless it is with my explicit permission, get that? She would likely kill you herself before I got the chance to do it myself." He chuckled lightly. "She is royally pissed off and not the sniveling little weakling we all expected. And where's my damn chocolate?"

So there it is, chapter one! If you notice any typos, please PM me, or tell me in a review, this is un-beta-d.... Also, please tell me if there are any random capitals, they're supposed to be italisized....

I realize that there is a lot of bad language, but that will only be this chapter, Sayu does not curse in my world unless she's really mad, and kidnapping makes her mad for some strange reason...

Thanks for reading!

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