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Character(s): Mello, Matt, anyone who notices/wants to join
Content: Mello and Matt are really bored and decide the best way to smoke out who's in charge around here is to blow things up.
Setting: One of the nicer areas of town, near shops and cafes, with fountains to be blown up.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: explosions, cursing

Mello mentally ran over the details of the plan again as they walked, checking for flaws, far more nervous than he'd admit to being. He wanted no repeats of what had happened last time. No, this seemed fine. Loud and obvious, but that was the point. God, he was sick of this place. How boring could you get?

And these natives! Mello and Matt strode past, dressed strangely by their standards, Mello eating chocolate and Matt smoking as they walked, both of them carrying shopping bags that had to look a little odd, and not a second glance! No one was even checking him out and he could tell you, that was definitely weird. Did these non-people even lack a sex drive? How the hell did they survive?

He stole a glance at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. Did he have doubts, too? Was he afraid Mello had made a huge mistake and would get him killed again? Sometimes Mello wondered how the hell Matt could still trust him, after what had happened. And yet he relied on that, counted on it even.

At last they were close enough. Mello stopped in the shade of an overhang, target in view, crumpled the empty chocolate wrapper into a tight ball with an air of finality and turned to Matt, his smile vicious. "All right, you know the plan. Blow it, then meet me back here to watch the fun. Ready?"

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Well, to be honest, he wasn't thinking about much, as usual. Maybe a random thought here or there about the city and the retarded citizens and whether Mello ever got hot in all that black, but he was mostly musing over how big the explosions would be.

He preferred to go with the flow of the events, which was sort of why he liked sticking around Mello; all sorts of interesting shit happened without him having to lift a finger. Where else did you get to blow random things up?

"Ready as I'll ever be." As he tapped out the ash from his cigarette, he smirked at the irony of walking around with a bag of explosives in one hand with no one to stop him. This city was so fucked up, in that aspect. What if they didn't even notice a fucking fireball going up in the middle of their city? Now that worried him. All that work for being for nothing would give him a fine thing to grumble about.

Nodding at his target a few blocks away, he grinned. "Should I go set up? Get ready for the big bang?"

"Yeah, let's go." Mello was looking forward to it. You'd think after last time he'd have lost his taste for explosions, but he hadn't. Nothing like a big bang followed by bright fire and destruction to get rid of the taste of boredom that seemed to permeate everything here, like nothing changed and never would.

He turned and walked towards his target without a glance back to see if Matt were doing the same. He knew he was, so why check up on him? The fountain was pretty enough, Mello supposed, all glazed tile and some sort of sculpture in the the middle of it, but that wasn't the point. The point was to attract attention, not rid the landscape of an eyesore. And hell, he'd added fireworks to the bomb, so the explosion would be pretty, too. Hell, maybe someone would think it was part of a celebration of some sort, if they had that kind of thing here. He grinned to himself, his eyes glinting with anticipation and perhaps a slight hint of insanity.

It didn't take too long to set up, though he kept a careful watch around him to see if his actions were attracting attention. Not that he expected the idiots here to have the slightest idea what a bomb looked like. And no one had come to stop him.

All right, done. Mello set it to blow and stepped back, producing another chocolate bar from his pocket and starting to unwrap it as he meandered casually back to their meeting point. Whatever happened, it was sure to be interesting.

"That goes there, the blue wire connects here..." Matt had the tendency to talk to himself while he worked, though the words came out muffled from the cigarette held in his lips. He didn't even bother to glance at the citizens milling about; after all, if they hadn't batted an eyelash when he pulled the mass of wires and packets from the bag, he doubted they'd pay attention to him now.

Sticking one last piece of tape down to secure the entire mess to the fountain's edge, he stepped back to give his handiwork a scrutinizing glance. There didn't seem to be anything wrong, so... Leaning forward, he gave the activation a hard job, starting the countdown, the timer clicking its way silently towards zero. A smug grin on his face, he abandoned the roll of tape and the empty shopping bag (they'd be blown to dust in a few moments anyway) and sauntered his way back towards their meeting spot, breathing out smoke rings.

Ever since he'd started making the habit of blowing things up in video games, he'd wanted to try it in real life at least once. It better be good.

Good, there was Matt coming back. Mello felt relieved, though he knew it was stupid. Maybe eventually he'd get over it, forget what it had been like to see Matt die, to know that it had been his fault, but that day wasn't today. It was still too recent, too fresh in his mind. Another nightmare he couldn't shake, to add to the ones he already had.

He tore his mind away from the past, from thoughts of things that had gone wrong and the consequences thereof. That was then, this was now, and he needed to concentrate on the current scheme. So far, so good, but then it was unlikely for anything to go wrong so early in the plan. The real question would be what happens now.

He bit off the corner of his chocolate bar viciously, grinning at Matt as he did so. "So, any bets on who or what comes to deal with this? Or are you betting on no response?" Even no response might be mildly interesting, at least in its implications, but Mello would rather something happened. Not that he was eager to die again, but he was definitely ready for some excitement.

"Bets? Hmm..." Matt took a long look at the surroundings. It was astonishing, really, how little attention people were paying to them. A sideways glance, maybe, at best. Most people just ignored them, and the strangely-shaped masses attached to the fountains. Either, they were incredibly dense, or even more apathetic than he was. A new achievement in the art of "whatever."

"I think I'll bet on no response." He breathed out a ribbon of smoke, glaring at a passing woman just to see what response he'd get (answer: an icy stare back). The people here were just too boring to do anything. "Pity, really."

A vaguely shark-like grin on his face, he turned to Mello. "But then again, we won't know until they actually go off, eh? Bang bang shebang!"

So it was one day, long loong ago when two little pipsqueaks came into Paixao and decided they would blow up the city. What an original idea! Just like those many others, who have decided to have some 'fun' and blow up a portion of the city-- just a sidewalk or two. The next part of the story, he'd just make up himself, Xigbar thought as he opened up a black portal.

Lazily the black-hooded figure stepped in, reappearing in the alley of another street. One of them appeared to be smoking: clearly not grown in the best environment, smoking several years to early. The other was just... crazy. Xigbar wasn't in the brightest of spirits at the moment and his usual idea of entertainment wasn't the same.

"I think I'll bet on no response."
At this, the Nobody loudly have away his location with a laugh. Maybe Luxord would have found even more entertainment upon meeting these two boys. "You're a bit too young to be playing with fire aren't you?"

"BANG!" Immediately at these words, the sniper took out his weapon, shooting the timer.

(( I hope both of you are okay with the post so far. There were some liberties taken in the end but, er, I didn't want to post what would happen to the timer after that without talking to at least one of you. ))

Well. That was unexpected. But definitely interesting. Mello laughed, feeling a deep inner thrill, a rush of adrenaline that he hadn't felt in far too long. Oh yeah, this was how it felt to be alive. "I think you just lost that bet."

Not that shooting the timer wasn't likely to just make the whole thing blow early rather than stopping it, but he had to give this guy points for style. Mello stepped forward, in front of Matt, and drew his own gun. Shooting the timer was one thing, but he wasn't going to take chances on them being next. And he'd be damned if he'd let Matt die for him again. "Old enough to know better and still too young to care," he sneered in reply.

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Okay, fine, so he'd lost the bet. But that wasn't really the main problem now. The bomb was now out of their hands - whether it would just blow the whole fountain to kingdom or fizzle out wasn't decided - and was no longer at the top of his list of priorities. This man was.

At the sound of the gunshots, he felt his heart skip a beat, his breath quicken just a bit because, no matter how much he tried to hide it, he was scared. Fuck, who wouldn't be? It had hurt like hell when he'd been shot and the last thing he wanted was to go through it again; a twisted sort of post-death trauma? Perhaps.

But, still, when Mello stepped before him, gun held at ready, he stalled. He himself didn't have any weapons (fat lot of use that smokescreen gun had been, in the end), but he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Especially if this was gonna be a shootout. Dying at the muzzle of a gun had been bad enough, and hearing of Mello's death was worse, so, combine the two, and you had his worst nightmare right there; it seemed all too plausible at the moment. "...Mello..." The voice he said that name in was much hoarser than he would have liked, dripping with wary caution, saying without words, 'Please don't go get yourself shot up.'

"Oh, plan on having a shootout, huh. I think you'll lose if we plan anything like that, boy." Without putting down his gunarrow, the figure pulled down his hood, revealing a wide grin stretched across a face with quite a number of scars. The next second, he reappeared opposite the direction the two boys were facing.

Well... the memories of the one with blonde hair were interesting, not to mentioned it tied in very closely to that of his current companion. Unlike anyone the sniper had met so far, there was a recent 'twist'.

"You too should care!" He started out in a mocking voice, which soon became more fixed, "I say both of you are old enough to know what death would be like-- especially, the death of a friend. If I shot the one of you, I'm sure the other wouldn't be too happy about it." Xigbar pretended to aim at the boy who had just sneered. If he went about this too fast... it wouldn't be half as entertaining in the long run.

With a swift movement, he instead shot at the other timer. Right on the mark.

For a second, when the gun was pointed at him, Mello thought his heart would stop, but he refused to admit to being afraid. He'd died once; he could do it again, he told himself, but the truth was that he was afraid. He wasn't ready to die, not again. This wasn't supposed to end this way!

His breathing was more rapid and he could scarcely hear his reply through the pounding of his heart, but at least his voice didn't shake, though his jaw ached with tension. "So. You one of the powers that be around here? Or merely an interested bystander?" That had been the point of this; if he were going to fail, going to die (again), he at least wanted to try and get the information he'd been after.

The only comfort was that this guy, whoever the hell he was, had shot the bomb instead of one of them. And he had aimed at Mello, not Matt. He wondered if Matt would run if he told him to, save himself, just in case. He usually listened, but Mello had his doubts. This might be one of the few situations where he got stubborn, even though it would be damn stupid. He knew perfectly well Matt was willing to sacrifice himself for him; he didn't need to prove it!

Matt could help but flinch (slightly, not enough for Xigbar to notice, but probably enough for Mello to feel) at the gunshots, and as the destroyed timers fizzles, a few sparks flying out onto the streets and dying out after brief flashes. There go a few hours of work...

However, his biggest concern wasn't the bombs, not by far; on the contrary, they were rather helpful distractions from the truth of reality, which was that they now had a man who would probably be quite willing to shoot them up as thoroughly as those timers. Reaching into his pocket, he fingered the knife he always kept there, though a fat lot of good it would do here; it was more of a security measure, and to keep him from doing something stupid.

"...Mello." He repeated the name quietly, not quite sure of what he was trying to say any more. 'Let's get away from here'? No, that wasn't what Mello did; Mello would probably die rather than run like a coward. 'Good luck'? Hell no. And so he waited for something to happen, glaring with baited breath at the gun barrel pointed at them, praying in the back of his mind, 'If someone's gonna get shot...please let it be me instead.' A grim smile (barely noticable) crept onto his features. 'At least I have experience.'

The atmosphere had changed dramatically within the last few minutes and Xigbar couldn't help but grin at his success in doing so. He successfully get off the timers and it looked like he could have some fun... These two were incredibly tense... To put it simply, it was hilarious.

"A power?" Xigbar reloaded his gunarrows in front of the pair with apparent carelessness. "Weeell, not to brag or anything but, yeah, I kind of am." For the sake of dramatic effect, he paused, rolling his eyes to stare at the sky. He returned his gaze to the two. "But don't let that bother you. I'm just around to have a little fun-- just like the two of you."

Since he wasn't going to shoot the two of them just yet, he settled for shooting the timers again. Both timers were hit almost simultaneously this time around. Suddenly the sniper began to talk to Mello, "Y'know, I had a friend die once. Real nice guy. Similar to the two of you," he continued, giving a nod in their direction.

"I don't know much about dying myself but a best friend dying for a second time?" Xigbar walked over to Mello, while his gunarrow now pointed at Matt, a sneer on his face. "I kept thinking about how he could have lived more... If it weren't for my own selfish pride."

The sniper transported himself again to his original spot. "Suppose, I accidentally pull this trigger? Would you run away while risk being shot anyway? Cry out some sort of plea? Or do you still have too much pride to try to desperately try to save your friend?" Quietly he added mockingly, "I'm sure your conscious wouldn't put you in a easy spot."

Fun. Right. Asshole. "So if you're looking for fun, why the hell do you care if we blow up some fountains? I doubt any of them would even notice. What's it to you?" Mello wondered if he should shoot first. Take out his kneecaps, then get the hell out of there. This situation was turning ugly really damn fast and he didn't like it. Yes, dammit, he was protective of Matt. Yes, he felt fucking guilty as hell about what had happened. What the hell was it to this guy, though?

"I won't run." He wasn't a coward, dammit! And Mello refused to admit he was scared, much less weak. Though... if he shot Matt... he might be lying. He wouldn't just watch him die. Not again. "And you should shut your damn mouth. Don't you dare threaten him! Do you really think I won't shoot?"

He raised the gun again, hand tightening, wondering when he'd forgotten and lowered it. Shit, he hadn't even tried to use it since the explosion; Mello hoped his aim was still decent. And that actually shooting wouldn't be a huge mistake. Maybe this guy was bluffing. But if he wasn't...

He'd felt like his heart had stopped for a second when the gunarrow had been pointed at him (how many times had he been shot? about a dozen, none of them lethal; he'd taken a while to snuff it), and he was still frozen in place as the other rambled on, his fists clenched tight enough to hurt. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. ...fuck.

"...Mello." The third time he was repeating that name, but it was more quietly this time, probably low enough for Xigbar to have missed. "Don't listen to what this bastard's saying."

Ha! Easy words to say. He felt sick to the stomach, wanted to just close his eyes and take a rest right there, but forced himself to finish what he'd started saying. "If he shoots, shoot back." A long pause as he silently added, 'Keep yourself safe. Please.'

(C'mon, let's get this shit started already.)

If he even had a heart, Xigbar's would have been racing with excitement. He wasn't quite insane enough to simply point a gun at someone and not be... Oh wait, he was. But nonetheless, the situation was thrill: to miss the thrill made no sense to him.

"Mello... I take it that's your name-- seeing how your friend's been repeated that three times in the last few minutes-- I care because I wish little people like yourselves wouldn't keep on blowing up parts of the city every other day." He said lazily, waving his free arm in the air to emphasize certain words.

This was all very amusing. Maybe a shot like that at the other boy would do the trick... Chuckling at the idea, the sniper shot in Matt's direction, "Oh I'm sure you'll shoot. I just think you're not of age to shoot well." The Nobody paused for a long time, as if giving Mello the time to take it all in. Adding in a matter-of-factly, "I shot for a couple degree off so your friend hasn't even been touched a hair," he waited for Mello's response.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to shoot me for threatening for friend? Your temper will let you take reckless actions again, especially when I have the upper hand and don't miss."

"Every other day? No one's done jack shit since I've been here." Mello wished they had, really; he'd been bored out of his mind. He definitely wasn't bored any more, though. At least that had worked. "What's this city to you?" It was a god damned prison if you asked Mello, for all he was grateful to not be dead.

The shot, though... that was going too far. Someone shooting at Matt, again - why the fuck at Matt? Wouldn't it make more sense to shoot the one with the gun? "Fuck you." Not of age; that was bullshit. He was a damn good shot; Mello wouldn't settle for being less than the best at anything. He stopped thinking and pulled the trigger. He knew he was being provoked and he didn't give a shit. He'd be damned if he let someone shoot Matt again.

The arrow had gone whistling just past his ear - true to Xigbar's words, it hadn't touched a hair on his head, but the slipstream had been close enough to ruffle it - and he'd frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, heart racing in his chest, like it'd explode. Fuck-- A second too late, he flinched-- just as a bullet exploded from the tip of Mello's gun.

Bang bang, you're dead. Oh fuck, it had started; now it was really a shootout. And he was without a gun. The logical choice here would be to run - keep from being an extra target for that eyepatch bastard to aim at - but he couldn't just abandon Mello either-- this guy was a good shot, and -- "Mello, this guy's good, let's get out of here--" Even his whispered plea was frantic, hesitant--

Unsure.

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"Well you wouldn't know anything about it. I mean, how long have you been here? Not to mention you people aren't exactly the best at collecting information-- or you might have even the slightly idea of who I am." In some sense, what the sniper was saying was true... but more than that, it was just a half-assed way of getting away with something that wasn't completely wrong. Sneering at Mello, Xigbar responded, "Oh gee, I just don't know. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression."

As a Nobody of the Organization, it wouldn't be right for him to be shot by a little kid much less any one of the Keys. Xigbar teleported into a black hole then reappeared next to Mello within a matter of seconds. "You can shoot as many bullets as you want—but that's not going to change a thing."

The fun was over-- at least, for the intruder anyway. Putting away his gunarrows, he exclaimed with a lazy wave of his left arm, "Be a good boy now!" before disappearing into a black hole once more. Now, it was time to go report to the orders given by the Superior a while back.

"FUCK!" Mello turned and shot the closest bomb, hoping it might make it go off. They were homemade and unlikely to be that damn stable, but it merely fizzled. Dammit. This was not his day. What the fuck had that been? How the hell was he supposed to shoot someone who could teleport? It wasn't fair.

And these people! They hadn't even noticed the gunfight going on right in front of them. Mello wondered what would happen if he shot one of them and he was almost tempted to try.

Sighing, caught between utter frustration and the exhausted aftermath of the adrenaline rush, he holstered his gun and turned to Matt. "Let's get the fuck out of here." They could talk about this elsewhere, where he didn't have the stinging reminder of being toyed with right in front of him.

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