Hey people, thanks for even bothering to click on this story! It makes meh so happy x3. This is a MelloXSayu fanfic that just popped into my mind while re-reading Death Note (for the 5th time) I just happened to develop a love for this underrated couple, there should be way more fanfics about them.

Anyways, I'll try to get more into detail than I usually do (I'm known on for rushing my stories trying to get the point) cause I've been having writer's block for the longest time so I'm stopping all my other fanfics and writing this to help get my writerness back again…

PLEASE READ AND THEN CLICK ON THE CUTE LITTLE SPEECH-BUBBLE SHAPED REVIEW BUTTON :D

Uh-oh…I'm ranting on and on again…

3:00P.M., Tokyo, Japan

Sayu clicked her cell phone shut after texting her best friend, Emi. She flipped the phone back open again, and checked the time. "Ugh…3:00." She groaned, and reached towards her pants pocket, putting the phone back. Unfortunately for her, someone grabbed a hold of her. And not a normal someone. The hand was big, chunky, meaty…and smelled like old spice. (For those of you who don't know, old spice is a VERY ugly smelling cologne.)

The person yanked the phone out of her grasp, and threw it on the ground, shattering it into a million pieces. Sayu couldn't see it, for his hands were covering his eyes and mouth, but she could hear it. The stocky man tied a blindfold around her, while she was kicking and screaming, hoping for someone to hear her squeals.

The guy grabbed a gag from his pants and stuffed it in her mouth, tying it way too tight for her tastes. Well, she couldn't bite herself to death, but she could still drool to death. Sayu was picked up by the man, tied up by the wrists and ankles, and thrown into something very cold, and she suspected it to be a truck, since she could feel the cool metal on her hot, blazing cheeks, tears now streaming down them. Save me, someone save me!

The same day, 6:30 A.M. , Los Angeles, America

The blonde haired-teen never had a lot of patience in the beginning to start with, and the mafia members were making his patience even shorter than before, but how that could happen, no one knows, because his patience was already absolute-zero.

He was lounging on the tiger-striped long couch, boots on the table, and a chocolate bar in his hand, chomping on it angrily while he practically hissed to the people on the other side of the phone. "What the fuck is taking you guys so freaking long?"

"Uh, we got the girl, sir."

"Well, get on a freaking plane or ship or flying pig or whatever, and get her over here!"

"Uh, there are no flying pigs, sir."

"I fucking know there aren't, I was being fucking sarcastic! And if you don't fucking get your fucking filthy asses fucking over here fucking soon without fucking raping or fucking doing any fucking thing to the fucking hostage, or you fucking guys will be fucking butchered like fucking pigs, fucking got it?"

"Uhm…yes?"

"Good. Now go and get the fucking hostage over here, can it possibly that hard?"

Mello slammed the phone shut, and tore off another piece of the (illegally) imported Swiss chocolate, eating it like he had been fasting for the past week. (fasting means not eating, people) Rod Ross came into the room with another girl in his arms, and sat down on one of the other couches. "How's the plan going, Mello?"

"Oh, fine. Everything's just perfect." Mello said, taking a gentler bite out of the chocolate and voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. He was going to make sure whatever mafia blockheads had been sent to retrieve the hostage were dead by the time they got back.

The next day, 12:00 A.M. , Los Angeles, America

"We've got her, boss!" The man yelled out, voice cracked from smoking too much weed the other day. He dropped Sayu on the floor, leaving to get Mello as the other guy stood watch to make sure she wouldn't do anything to hurt herself.

She was pretty much a eyesore by now, inner arms bloody with teeth marks, dirt on her everywhere, bloodshot eyes, greasy, uncombed hair, dried tears on her face, new ones threatening to replace them.

She was pretty angry now, and would bite someone if they took that red ball gag out of her mouth. If you got within 3 feet of her you could smell a putrid smell because they kept her in really unsanitary places that smelled like cow turd.

Shiny black boots clanking on the floor, Mello came into the room, leather clad, chocolate bar in one hand with an entourage behind him. The guy who had captured her dreamed of millions of bucks, the most likely reward for getting the hostage, but he was so, so wrong about that.

A girl is the leader?….oh wait, that's a boy…Sayu stared at the strange blonde foreign boy, chocolate in one hand and his other clutching the rosary around his neck. He seems so different…yet those eyes…Mello stared at her for a second, piercing azure eyes looking at her, and she felt as if she was being looked through, like a telescope or a magnifying glass.

Mello's eyes widened at the sight of a red ball gag tied tightly to her mouth. They had untied her blindfold once she got in the mafia hideout, but her hands and feet were still tightly bound.

"What the fuck do you think this is, a fucking sex bondage game? If we return her to her father with fucking marks on her, what do you fucking think he'll say?" Mello said, growling as he took a bite of his chocolate bar.

"I-I didn't know, sir, I just grabbed whatever I had on me."

Mello just rolled his eyes. Figured that his mafia members would keep things like that on them. He, on the other hand, hated to see girls get hurt. They were just so female…so innocent looking. Ack! Drifting away again! Mello snapped back into reality, and stepped towards the trembling Sayu.

He took out a switchblade, and in one swift movement, cut off her gag. Instead, he put a mask on her mouth and loosened her ropes up a bit. Then he remembered that he wasn't supposed to be friendly to hostages. He turned back to his original evil demeanor.

This guy is different from the others… Sayu thought, expression softening for a second. But then, she remembered what these people were going to probably do to her, and all traces of friendliness disappeared instantly.

"Don't think that you will get away with this, we don't want another hostage dying on us." He glanced towards the man who had brought her, and in a flash, he had whipped the gun he kept in his back pocket of his leather jeans and pulled the trigger. In an instant, the former mafia member dropped to the ground with a shocked expression on his face, blood dripping out of the hole in his head. Dead.

Mello looked around the room, mentioning for someone to clean up the mess. He carelessly chewed on his chocolate bar and laughed coldly at his hostage's face. "Well, that's a lovely sight. Trembling in fear, looking like a homeless." Sayu turned her head, but then remembered that the shot mafia man was still there, blood pouring out of his head like a water fountain.

Well, that guy isn't going to get a million bucks anytime soon.

Alright, tell me how you think it was! good or bad, people! AND I'm INCLUDING MATT IN MY NEXT CHAPTER, SO YAY! teehee matt xD sorry…I've been eating too much chocolate… anywho, review and I'll put up the next chapter of this story as soon as I can! LUV YOU ALLL MUCHES!