Sayu's Imprisonment

Fanfiction entry for the contest for
My Code was 5-F-14

Which meant...Matt Kissing Sayu

Warnings: Some Male-Male Kissing, and of course Matt-Sayu Kiss (which was very sweet when I first thought of it...the one typed out..is iffy on how I like it)......and thats pretty much it...Its very Teenish..I suppose...

Disclaimers: I do Not own Death Note. I made this purely for fun, for the contest, and I was Bored...and glad for this challenge (which really wasn't much of a challenge though)
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What time was it now? A question thought by two individuals. A simple question, and yet only one of them was able to answer themselves. It was nighttime, perhaps no one had notised the auburn-haired boy hidden behind closed secrets; or even the arrival of the black-hair japanese girl who was fear stricken.

She had been quietly and quickly stolen off the desolate street she was on. She had tried to fight back but to avail it failed. She had been bound, gagged and blindfolded. Simpily for her not to know anything. Musk was powerful in the quelling of her senses; as was smoke. Cold metal pressed against her body, everywhere. She almost lost the sense of what direction she was lying in. Though soon, exhastion took over everything, and she was left limp, awaiting to see what could or would happen.

She had awoken to the sounds of several people speaking. Still blindfolded, she kept herself silent. Listening she could hear several voices and another odd noise. Two of the voices were arguing and discussing the current plan of attack. It's not to say that she wasn't listening to what the words of which were spoken, but she rather toned them out only thinking that only something horrible and oblique was being discussed.

Beyond the passage of words between males, the click-clackity of an object seemed sharp but faint in sound. What ever this thing was, it wasn't supposed to be seen or heard. Did it know she was there? She didn't know.

...Click...
...Clack...
...Click...
...Clack...
...Click...
...Clack...
...Click...
...Clack...

Then an asperated sigh was heard and an object being thrown. She never heard it crash to the ground though. There came no more voices. Was she alone? No, they would never leave a hostage alone...could they. She lay silent all the while; there wasn't anything for her to try.

A voice was clearly used, one that she had reconised just a bit ago. It spoke out to someone. "Matt, come out." were the words strewn out. A rustling of fabric and boots squeaking on the ground walking in one direction.

The boy named Matt walked forward from where he had been hidden, awaiting for what he was needed for. "It's time to Play Matt," said the voice again, fiery in tone. Matt stopped infront of the other male. 'Demanding as ever,' thought Matt. "Mello.." began Matt, but he was only cut off by the other's flesh. Heated, showing the forlorn of the internal sactum of Mello's self felt and worth. Matt had let the other dominate, his mouth did say all that he would never voice out.

The girl didn't like the silence. She had no idea at all pertaining to the acuality that was happening, but her worse thought was that this Mello had killed this Matt. She cried out against the Gag. Her cry disrupted the two males from their current frivolous relief. This only aggitated Mello. Neither of the boys knew she had been there. Mello had specifically said she be put in a different room.

Being worked up, he shoved Matt away a tiny bit and stomped his fine black steel-toed, leather boots against the cold ground towards the unseeing girl. His steps loud, angry. She could feel and hear that. She tried so hard to keep quiet, to not get hurt but it came anyways. A sharp kick. It connected to her back and the pain was immediant and caused her to scream against the cloth gag. Mello kicked her again for good measure. His only responce from her was another muffled scream. Tears had welled up and had soaked her blindfold. She wanted to go home!  "Stay Quiet" he stomped out of his imperious mouth.

She kept her cries quiet so not to Irritate the person. He was pacing; unwrapping something. Mello took a bite out of his chocolate bar. Unnerving was the word to describe how Mello felt right now. He shouldn't feel this way. Not. One. Bit.

"Matt!" exclaimed Mello with annoyed acerbity. "Yes," came the lazy responce of the auburn-haired boy. "Deal with this insolent girl! Take her to the specified room; where she should have been to begin with!" His voice arbitrary; full of vexational angst laced between his words. Mello bit down and broke another piece of chocolate. He then stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

Matt sighed, this was SO TYPICAL of Mello to act like this. Matt walked towards the girl. She was still crying and in pain. Mello had said that she would not be harmed, but Matt knew Mello too much to know that he had an impuse problem, and he would become too imersed in suc impusity that he would act upon. He knelt down and pulled out a small multitool. He unfolded the small knife from within and sawed the nylon bonds the girl had around her. It made for easier transport between rooms since he wasn't the strongest person around.

Her arms were free, but only for a moment before Matt took some excess nylon rope adn bound her hands behind her. She protested against the gentle touch, and the tight feel of the rope binding her wrists immobile. He kept her gagged for the time being. Her legs were free for the interim. He pushed the knife back inside of the multitool and slipped it back into his vest pocket.

He got up from his position. Bending down he tugged on the girl's arm to pull her up. She resisted his pull and tried to pull her own arm out of his grasp. Matt said nothing as he kept his grip and managed to pull her up to her feet. He didn't give her time to get her blinded bearings and pulled her towards a different door than what Mello had left from. She stumbled, but Matt only kept along the rough pull towards her holding. She was hysterical against the gag and blindfold; she was panicking and she kept trying to pull away from Matt.

Matt only ignored her unsubordination and kept pulling her along. Once reaching the door, he stopped abruptly making the girl stumble and cry from falling. He didn't pay any attention to the girl as he reached for the keypad of the locked door. His gloved fingers typing in a memorized code. 8-7-3-4-5-6-0-9-2-1. Each number pressed by the defining tone. A mechanical click signaled to Matt that the door would slide open. Seconds later the metal door slid open.

Matt pulled the girl up and pulled her inside with him, clicking a button on the inside to shut the door. She pleaded and begged behind her gagged mouth. A beep-beep signaled a message on his cellular device (That he had built and put together himself).

~Matt,

Have the girl seated infront of the tiny television. Turn it to channel 30. Await for further instruction

~Mello

Matt only did as he was told. The sound was broken on the television, but it didn't really matter since the girl couldn't see it either. He sighed loudly for an unknown reason. Maybe he was bored...yes that could definatly be a reason for his sigh.

He knelt infront of the girl, and undid the gag for the time being. He sat on his knees...recalling what the name of this girl was supposed to be. He remembered it of course. A simple four letter name was much easier to recall than a ten digit code. Her name was Sayu, but Mello never spoke much else about her, except that she was leverage. Matt watched as Sayu continued to spill out beseechments outloud. It was not particularly annoying, since many a time before he had to listen to similar beseechments from other boy's under the wrath of Mello.

Sayu continued, not knowing if she was alone or not anymore...The gag was gone, she could not exactly gauge how it came off, just that it was off. She had been too emersed in her own panic that she had forgotten everything around her.

Matt stood on his knees again. He had not planned for what he was going to do, and nor did Sayu even imagine it either. Leaning forward Matt pressed his lips against Sayu's. Dry and soft meet her small, wet ones in a comforting struggle, nothing more. Sayu had no clue what had been happening..but it wasn't hurting her.

There was another beep-beep signialling another message. Matt pulled away and read:

~Matt, Take a photograph of the girl infron the of the television, send it securly to the number : X(XXX)XXX-XXXX Leave once done.

~Mello

Matt slid his goggles over his eyes to mask his identity. He then placed the gag back over Sayu's mouth, and uncovered her eyes. "Be a good girl and and show your panic" he spoke quickly, while having her centered in the camera. A Click. A few punches of the keypad, and the photograph was sent off to where-ever.

He got up to his feet and to the other door untouched. he punched in another code, 7-8-4-3-6-5-9-0-1-2 on this new keypad. The same mechanical click and the door slid open. He then disappeared from sight, her sight.