A game of words
Who: Naoto Fuyumine (scarredxdoll) & Mello (cicatrized)
What: A simple meeting.
When: Tonight around 8:00 p.m
Where: Community Building 4, roof.
Summary: Naoto is not certain what Mello is up to, but at this point she has nothing to lose. So she can at least listen to what he has to say.
Rating: PG-13
Dark eyes stared back at the sky. Her face was set in a calm mask, dark eyes peering at the endless darkness as long elegant arms were crossed over her chest. Naoto Fuyumine had to wonder what she was doing there. Yes, she could get some valuable information that she could use to help herself and her comrades, but of course there was a catch. The catch being that her informant was none other than Mello.
She was playing a dangerous game...
Mello could not be trusted. He was a cunning one...and in a way he was intriguing. No one accepted dead that easily or dared to risk so much. It was peculiar. Of course before those thoughts could get in the way, she pushed them aside.
Mello was annoying, plain and simple. Unfortunately it seemed like he wasn't about to leave her alone either. She was certain he was up to something. This exchange of information had to be somewhat beneficial in his own way.
Cocky bastard.
To be honest, she didn't necessarily hate the man, in fact she could care less about him. Yes, she had been angry at him for using her, but she had pushed that aside. He was not worth it.
However at the moment, he annoyed her to no end. Why? Because he was trying to pull her strings again...
For a moment that calm mask was broken and she openly scowled, but the look was quickly erased once again as she leaned a bit more against the wall.
Annoying or not...she could not let this opportunity pass her by...
Now she could only hope that the others didn't find out that she was meeting with this idiot.
She had a feeling that they would not approve...and she definitely wasn't in the mood for any temper tantrums.
What: A simple meeting.
When: Tonight around 8:00 p.m
Where: Community Building 4, roof.
Summary: Naoto is not certain what Mello is up to, but at this point she has nothing to lose. So she can at least listen to what he has to say.
Rating: PG-13
Dark eyes stared back at the sky. Her face was set in a calm mask, dark eyes peering at the endless darkness as long elegant arms were crossed over her chest. Naoto Fuyumine had to wonder what she was doing there. Yes, she could get some valuable information that she could use to help herself and her comrades, but of course there was a catch. The catch being that her informant was none other than Mello.
She was playing a dangerous game...
Mello could not be trusted. He was a cunning one...and in a way he was intriguing. No one accepted dead that easily or dared to risk so much. It was peculiar. Of course before those thoughts could get in the way, she pushed them aside.
Mello was annoying, plain and simple. Unfortunately it seemed like he wasn't about to leave her alone either. She was certain he was up to something. This exchange of information had to be somewhat beneficial in his own way.
Cocky bastard.
To be honest, she didn't necessarily hate the man, in fact she could care less about him. Yes, she had been angry at him for using her, but she had pushed that aside. He was not worth it.
However at the moment, he annoyed her to no end. Why? Because he was trying to pull her strings again...
For a moment that calm mask was broken and she openly scowled, but the look was quickly erased once again as she leaned a bit more against the wall.
Annoying or not...she could not let this opportunity pass her by...
Now she could only hope that the others didn't find out that she was meeting with this idiot.
She had a feeling that they would not approve...and she definitely wasn't in the mood for any temper tantrums.