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Voice; UN: Deneuve
Name: M; UN: Deneuve
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
Date: 3/1/21
Format: [Voice]
[There's a short blip of silence; Mello knows that even his voice can be identified if needed and traced. But he remembers the pain in his chest. The swirling of the delivery truck's mirror, and everything after that, well — ]
[A sharp clearing of his throat. It's so dry.]
I know what I've been told.
[Everything is bullshit until proven otherwise.]
And I know what I'm expected to believe.
[Definitely lies. And for one: he knows he's died. It doesn't take a previous heart attack in his situation to recognize one when it tears at your chest and throat and breath like a visceral assault. Besides, he was always due for one: wasn't he?]
I don't expect honesty from anyone. [And yet here he is: reaching out. Because what else can he do?] But a Witch?
[Or so he's been told. How appropriate. Another pause; another breath.]
Is this Hell?
[He's seen nothing that leads him to believe otherwise. The mirror with the objects and reflections from home. The things that just don't make sense. Maybe someone will honestly reveal that yes, he's earned this. Maybe not.]
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Depends on the relationship. [A complete lie. All relationships are transactional, yea.] In our case, we're two witches. You have things to teach me; I have things to learn. So yea. [An arch of a pale brow beneath his shades.] In our case, it would be transactional.
[Mello wants out of here, but home? At home, he's a corpse. But Yagami at this age? It's understandable as to why he would want to return. Even if it's already been revealed to Mello that Light lost, and that's the beauty of all of this, isn't it? The thought brings an outright smile to his face; Light can attribute it to anything he wants.]
And what if I have no interest in becoming a hero? What if I would want to use my power for my own gain?
[A moment of pause. Two.]
Would you still be willing to assist me in that case?
[Mello believes he's responding very well, considering that he wants nothing more than to throttle Kira. For L. For himself. For the world.]
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[ Unfortunately for Light, Mello knows him all too well. While he's certainly no saint in his current time, the willingness to use those around him has fully blossomed by the time the two meet in his future. Even in his normal, everyday life, even on an 'innocent' level, transactional is how Light views them as well.
Light cants his head. ]
As for your own gain, that depends on what you plan to use it for. We all use it in our lives and jobs. Why wouldn't we? But, if you plan to use it to hurt somebody, to attack or steal, then no. I won't be the one to teach you how to do that.
[ He's a bad person. Light knows it as well as Mello knows the same. He's fine teaching him at a much slower pace than he's actually capable of learning. ]
So that begs the question.
[ Light sits forward, but the booth remains between them. ]
Now that you have magic, how do you plan on using it?
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[He listen's to the devil's smooth, silver tongue in silence, observing the other's every nuance. Commits every detail to memory. The cut of his jaw, the way his eyes move when he speaks, down to the last strand of hair. The public pictures he'd seen of Light for scholarly accomplishments are extremely similar, but they were just that: pictures. The real thing?]
[M thinks he understands, now.]
[Finally, he responds.]
I don't take handouts. [The slightest of shrugs.] If you're going to teach me anything of use, it's only safe to assume you'll require assistance at some point.
[And I'll betray you.]
You've already said it: your wish is for this world to possess more powerful witches to go up against the bigger threat. [Whatever that is. Ah, the server. He places two glasses of water down — one in front of each of them — and Mello initially barely hears the question as to whether or not they're ready to order. He's too busy assessing his enemy made flesh.]
So. [That said.] You're going to need me, yea? Sounds like a transaction to me.
I don't know how I plan to use it, but I have no intention of hurting others, no. [Except for you] I've just arrived here; my goal is to gain income and a purpose. Everything else comes later.
[And it's a damn good thing he's wearing those glasses. He'll let Light order first, of course. Isn't that what any proper gentleman would do?]
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If that's how you want to see it, it's fine. As long you don't plan on becoming a magical criminal, then my offer stands with whatever label you want to use.
[ It will also let Light keep an eye on him. In time, he'll connect Light and L, but it's not as if he can easily follow Light home to find the detective's location.
The waitress interrupts the conversation. After ordering the fish basket for himself, he offers a suggestion to Mello: ]
The chicken is pretty good here, too.
[ It's not a fancy establish, lobster and such isn't on the menu. Still, they have a decent variety. ]
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[One: he has a connection to establish here. Two: Kira is now not only a devil, but a Witch. More dangerous than before, notbook or no. So Mello will respond and act accordingly. In the end, it's always been a deadly game, hasn't it? He's memorized most of the menu (remembering text has always been one of his strong points) and if Kira wants to approach and fuck with him?]
[Well.]
[Mello rattles off two-thirds of the menu to the server, no specifications. His posture is relaxed, his tone casual. He's watching Light as they frantically scribble down his order. He'll eat almost none of it; he's got a figure to maintain, after all. Besides, M has never had too much of an appetite. Too much adrenaline; too much anxiety.]
[Casually, cooly: he glances at Yagami.]
I don't like chicken.
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He could ask the waitress for a moment and explain that the order is financially more than he planned to offer. If this was someone else, that would be his choice. After all, it wouldn't be worth the cost. The downside is that with Mello's dangerous nature, it's less than ideal to expose weaknesses. Admittedly, Light isn't sure how this could be used against him, but he didn't get his reputation by refusing caution.
The other option is to pretend to be more prosperous than he really is. It will add the illusion of one more defense, at least. However, more than that, Light knows he's being tested. Mello is trying to see how far he can push before the generosity dries up but beyond that, he wants to know how far he can push overall. Being social isn't the same thing as being all-giving. ]
Sorry.
[ He interrupts, but it's unclear who's meant to receive the apology. ]
We didn't specify. You can add his first order to my ticket.
[ The boundary's set, but Light tries to do so in a way that doesn't say 'I know you're broke, but this is too much'. ]
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[Mello was curious as to how far Yagami would go to appease him, how much ass he was willing to kiss in order to establish something resembling a potential 'friendship,' since he's willing to go so far as to teach Mello magic. Light is willing to make Mello more dangerous. Either a stupid move on his part or an ignorant one, though M has no doubt that it's something Kira would want to control and keep an eye on.]
[He'll accept the mentorship, learn what he needs on the side without revealing it. And since Kira wants to be cheap: he'll modify his order.]
Ah, [He turns his attention back to the server.] eyes are bigger than my stomach, yea.
[It was worth a try.]
Just the first thing'll do. [As the frantic scribbling of a pen on paper reminds him of just what he's getting himself into, here.]
[A pause; he takes a small sip of water before returning the conversation to where it should be.]
I know there are specializations. [In magic; Mello assumes that can remain unsaid.] Do you have one?
[Do tell.]
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Once the waitress has their order, Mello and Light are left alone again to continue the conversation. ]
No, not anymore. I've been here long enough that I've had the chance to learn a lot of different magic to a certain degree.
[ Admitting to a specialization admits to other weaknesses. However, his reply also holds some truth. ]
A lot of people do. It's a lot like school: you can get by with a certain amount of knowledge, or you can keep going and studying. Most people do the former. I'm too curious to stop there.
There are a clear offensive and defensive field. The rest of them are supplementary but still strong. What holds your interest the most?
[ Even if Mello doesn't say offensive, Light won't believe it. ]
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(Takes one to know one.)
[The only thing that M can surmise with confidence is that — perhaps due only to his younger age than when he offed the blonde using a woman like a coward — is that Kira is truly ignorant to the events that occurred directly before Mello ended up here, isn't he? Has to be; M had trespassed too much. While it was Light who was ultimately responsible for the unfortunate things that happened to his sister, the untimely death of his father, it was Mello who pulled the proverbial trigger.]
[Liar or no. Politician or no: there's no way anyone would remain so composed in the face of such knowledge. He's sure of it.]
Mm?
[Sorry, Mello was momentarily reliving his glory days.]
I believe balance would be important.
[Aka: offensive.]
Though I imagine that if I spread myself too thin, I wouldn't be very good at any of it. [He mock considers for a moment. Two.] Beginning with anything defensive would be the most logical choice, considering that if I were to inadvertently (murder) offend anyone with offensive magic, I would have no way to protect myself, would I? Not unless I were to unleash a relentless assault.
[Which isn't something Mello would do at all. Never.]
Wouldn't you agree?
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[ They're in agreement there. Light took a few different classes, but he's not taken them all, and he's even allowed less important aspects of those classes to go unstudied aside from what he had to learn in class. In terms of what he's learned from L, he was able to completely ignore parts of the lesson.
He didn't really care to talk to animals when there was more pressing magic to master. ]
You're direct. We only just met, but it's clear that you don't hide your opinions. There's something to be said about honesty, but you already know that some people don't take it as well as others. Defensive magic and healing aren't bad places to start. Even if you learn shields and how to dispel magic, more experienced witches can get through them so don't neglect healing magic.
A bit of honest advice. We all start off weak. The first few months are going to be your most dangerous. Monsters are powerful too, and magic isn't something you master in a day.
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[Doesn't matter that he's already got fire in his veins ready to go. He will hide it.]
[Ah, the food. That was fast. Mello will eat, all the while never taking his eyes off of Light. These large glasses are good for many things. He leans back as the server places their respective orders in front of them and rattles them back to them for confirmation. He nods, water glass in hand.]
And you?
[Grin.]
Are you most people? You don't seem to react negatively to my honesty.
[Or lack thereof. Mello knows that Kira knows he's lying, but that's all all part of the game, isn't it?]
[Also. He lifts his glasses for a moment, shows the full spectrum of the scarring that fucks up half of his face.]
Would healing magic do anything about this?
[Not that he would. Well... maybe. It remains to be seen.]
Some asshole backed me into a corner, yea. I didn't expect to be caught up in the fire.
[But who does, really?]
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[ In this conversation, Light lacks a lot of key elements. Mello may know him, but the reverse isn't true and thus, he can't know just how brilliant a mind his future enemy holds. By nature, he's cautious, and with Mello, he has cause to be, but there's a possibility this would be going differently if he could have a more honest estimation of Mello's abilities.
The scar. It's hard not to notice, especially since it sticks out on a face that was probably without many flaws before the burning. It's a question Light would probably ask in the same situation, but it's not one he has an immediate answer for. ]
It's healed skin, not an injury so it's not something I've studied. With the size and probably depth of the scar, it'd take a very good healer, if it is possible.
[ Ironically, Kira has specialized in healing. It wasn't necessarily intentional. Both of his preferred magic specifications taught healing and since he does want to keep himself alive, Light's been willing to put in a lot of extra work as well. ]
Burn injuries are a lot more severe than most, and the damage goes deeper.
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[A thoughtful hum. Kira speaks both truth and lies in the same breath: Mello can tell. Maybe that's why he's always had an especially political edge to him, maybe that's why he was able to sway so many to his side.]
[He picks at his food; he's not hungry, but he does take a bite for show. And the rest? He'll work on it. Taking back leftovers is a sign of weakness, whether or not it's an overt thing to anyone else. And it's so difficult to not fix his eyes solely on his enemy. Yagami truly has no clue, does he?]
I'll figure it out.
[Dismissive. Mello has always gotten along just fine on his own. Even before the monster before him wiped his mentor from the earth. Dirt beneath L's shoes; didn't Mello put that into text, once? When his glance turns upward again, there's something there, though this young version of Kira would have no clue as to what that 'thing' is, would he?]
[Who knows. As far as Mello is concerned: L has been compromised.]
[A fact more dangerous than anyone can possibly comprehend.]
I haven't been to study at The Coven yet. [Though the fire in his veins shows that he needs to, and soon.] Formal training was always something I depended on when I was younger.
[Much younger than you are, now.]
I've found that experience is more effective than anything you can find in a book.
[A bite. A moment of chewing before he swallows, never taking his eyes off of Light.]
Has all of your training been formal?
[Do tell.]
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[ As Mello speaks, Light eats. Now that he's asked the question, he pauses in his bites, giving his full if casual attention to his current dinner partner. On the surface, there's no tension, no hidden agenda. That isn't true, not on either side, but Light aims to make the conversation an easy one. If Mello is too on edge, his job will only be more difficult.
A useless, pointless dance. If only he knew. ]
So, I try for a mixture. I'm taking classes at the Coven, and I have a few teachers outside to help me, too.
[ He won't say who; knowing what he knows, Mello can eventually, or already, guess it's L. There's little reason to bring the name up, no need to better highlight the target.
It is notable that Mello is used to formal education in spite of his looks and attitude. A contradiction isn't he? If Light had to guess, once he removed any association with L, Mello seems more street smart than book smart. Knowing how deeply he managed to shake the detective, Light's assumed some intelligence. Mello's one big juxtaposition.
Is that interesting, or is he interested because of the danger and impact he's left on L? Light isn't sure. ]
It doesn't sound like you're going to have a lot of trouble with magic.
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[He's already stopped picking at his food. Too much going on in his head. He's sitting across a table from fucking Kira, conversing as though none of his life has meant a thing. As though the other hadn't murdered L, and Mr. Wammy, and ultimately: Mello. It takes all he has to keep his cool, and Mello's always been shit at that.]
[Yagami does enjoy hearing himself speak, doesn't he?]
And you?
[Whether or not his tone comes off as antagonistic is beyond him. Mello is the embodiment of antagonism, try as he might to seem otherwise.]
You're willing to help me hone my skills outside of the academic aspect of it?
[Bad move, if true. But Mello can only hope. He takes a sip of water, pretends to appear distracted by passers-by.]
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[ All roads are leading to the same place; Light would have suggested the same thing if Mello failed to do so. Without knowing the full of any story, neither from his world of their own, the full scope is lost on Light, but the fact that Mello is dangerous is evident. Why would he let such a worrisome element remain in the dark? The more light shining in Mello's direction, the better.
Besides, there is something else. Something more. Something L wants to hide. The thread dangles before him, and it can't be ignored. If Mello distances himself too much, it would just become more difficult to follow. ]
Once you've decided on your Coven classes, let me know your schedule, and we can work in a time for practice.
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[The thought of going back to school is foreign to him; he left so long ago. But Mello was always good at academia, and getting back into the habit shouldn't be tough at all. Though, again. He needs balance. Of course, he wants to go for full assault magic, but in a way — ]
[Offense without defense. Isn't that how he handled things last time? His only defense consisted of a bunch of lackeys who weren't really good for anything.]
[His mind is wandering: Kira's voice is smooth, his demeanor downright kind. It's a foray into what L experienced, and Mello fucking hates it. Immediately.]
I'll take you up on your offer.
[Of course he will. But on to other things. The blonde rests an elbow on the table, leans in a bit, resting his chin on his palm. Watching. Maybe just conversing.]
You're Japanese.
[Something anyone from their world would pick up on immediately.]
But your English is perfect. Were you born in the States?
[After all, they don't 'know' each other at all, do they?]
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[ Light chuckles before taking another sip from his cup, feeling as the hot drink slides down his throat. No matter, knowing that isn't dangerous here. Instinct tells him it's better if Mello doesn't know too much about him, at least while Light feels out the man's capabilities. Knowing his nation of origin seems harmless, though. ]
But, that's one of the amazing things about this world. No matter what kind of language I speak, you'll hear it translated to your tongue. Considering a lot of us speak languages that don't even exist in other worlds, it's really useful.
[ Light's English is perfect, but he's not confirming nor denying his ability to speak it, even if it likely won't make a difference. As he said, everything is translated. ]
But you're right about being Japanese. Do you know a lot about Japan?
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[Kira speaks like an informative textbook, though there's a smoother, convincing edge to his tone. That much: Mello doesn't consider a ruse. He's studied the other enough to know. Top student, precise, ambitious. Rose to the top of the Task Force almost immediately after his father's death. He's running facts through his head like written code, forcing himself to remember that the diplomatic, informative thing in front of him is his enemy. A killer, at best.]
[He's lost his appetite, and so Mello is finished eating, for now. Whether or not Light notices (and oh, M suspects he will) that he's been ignoring his food is neither her nor there. Shows nothing besides distraction. Interest.]
Enough. [More than enough. Mello fucking hates Japan, after all that's happened there.] I attended a boarding school; they were very focused on other regions of the world. [Grin, and he doesn't break eye-contact.] I've been there, once. But I didn't exactly get to enjoy it.
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Was it a bad trip? That's surprising to hear. Did you get a lot of odd looks?
[ Is it meant to be an insult toward Japan? A wild blow hoping to bother him? Light enjoys his country well enough and thinks they're decently far ahead in terms of justice, but he also knows they aren't perfect. ]
With your blond hair, you would have stood out. It's not really a color we see too often unless it's from someone outside of Japan. It's rude, but if you went to visit a more rural part of Japan, you might have been one of the few people they've seen with blond hair in real life.
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[He's all but ignoring the food, now. It's something he craved, even when he knew he was coming face to face with Kira, whether or not this was a casual lunch date. And being the shit thing he is at hiding his emotions: he's definitely cracking now. He'll have to leave soon, he knows. That, or risk a confrontation that will blow this all to hell. But first.]
I've never seen the rural areas.
[The hand around his water glass is tight enough to nearly crack it, full as it is.]
I went to Tokyo.
[Is that so odd? Isn't that where most tourists go? Not a pure giveaway until — ]
The Kanto region, actually. I'd wandered away from the rest of the class. That's where the tube dropped me when I decided to get off.
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Is he connected to L from their world? L works with a lot of criminals, and Mello would certainly fit in there as well. It would also be fitting that he'd go by a single letter nickname. If that's the case, the name he'd been given is as real as Linden. ]
Not a lot of schools bring people to Japan to visit. It must have been an interesting place to study.
[ If Mello is this close to spilling, Light needs to bait him, but it's hard with so many blank spots. ]
I'm surprised to find you didn't get a nice welcome, then. Japan is an interesting place. When I've spoken to other tourists, they said Japan has a unique way about it. That, even if they didn't find what they thought they would, something else had a way of finding them.
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[He sips his water to ground himself; they're playing a game of which only one of them is completely aware. He knows that from Light's age alone. Because L wouldn't dare out him, that way. Forgive if his knuckles are white; it's only a side-effect of magic running through him that Mello isn't used to: nothing more.]
It was a private school, yea. We had privileges that others couldn't afford.
[And now, he blatantly lies.]
Parents will pay for anything to keep you out of their hair.
[As he cracks his neck, not an uncommon gesture for Mello.]
Mm, no one was outwardly rude. I know from my studies that society frowns upon that, there. They stare, though.
[But none of this matters. Not really.]
What did you do there? Were you only a student?
[Oh, do tell. Please.]
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[ Mello screams 'loud' in every sense of the word. His clothing, his hairstyle, and his attitude all stand apart from a crowd. Knowing they're from the same world, Light can blame a bit on cultural differences but only so much. Americans are known for having bigger personalities. Is Mello American? ]
Hm. I was.
[ 'Before becoming part of the Kira investigation and being forced to take time off. Such an inconveinece. ]
In a way, I still am here, but that doesn't really pay for you to live so I have to divide my time between school and work. You probably will, too.
[ As most witches seem to. ]
Are you okay? You seem tense.
[ Between the white knuckles and need to crack his neck. ]
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Yea —
[He answers almost immediately. Too fast, maybe.]
New environment. Still adjusting to this whole magic thing. It kind of itches, sometimes.
[Mello takes a soft, calming breath through his nose. As much as he would like to monopolize Kira's life, he can't stay here too much longer. His patience is running thin.]
But you're observant.
[Grin. Stop fucking studying me.]
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