Riddles {a Death Note MelloXOC and NearXOC story}

A Big, Happy Reunion But With Guns

A/N: Heehee. My precious younger brother has a character named Birdy, so he drew him with my Birdie. She doesn't have a fur trim coat, just a sweatshirt of that color, but he got a tad confused when he saw a picture of her at age 18. She also wears her hair in a high ponytail at her age in this story. But otherwise, that's my girl. ^_^

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Matt

"Yeah, I seen her there."

"You're certain?"

"For crying out loud, why bother asking if you ain't gonna believe me?"

"I just need to make sure."

"Well then, yes, I'm blooming sure!"

"And that's all you know? You've told me everything?"

"The full monty!"

"Alright, thanks then, Lacey."

"And what about you, Matt?" she inquired. "You's told me everything?"

"Yes, Lacey, I did," Matt said.

"May's funeral's come and gone. Why do you need to know about this now?"

"I found a watch there," Matt explained. "It has 'Amane' engraved onto it, so I want to be sure I send it to the right person."

"Basically, you thinks I'm a blooming muppet, yeah?" Lacey said, her tone clearly indicating her annoyance.

"What do you mean?"

"You ain't the only smart one here, Matt," Lacey reminded him. "Now, you may's have been closer to succeeding L than I was, but it don't take no genius to tell that you're full of crap.
"Heart attack. Japanese friend. She was with her when she died. You thinks it's connected, yeah?"

"Lacey..."

"It ain't gonna be related to Kira, if that's what you think," Lacey said. "May never did nothing wrong in her life. Must've been something genetic, yeah."

"I know."

"Do you?" Lacey queried. "Seeing Mello, that it? Mmm, ain't none of me business, anyhow. Just be careful, Matt. Basically, I don't agrees with what you're doing, but I don't wants you kicking the bucket neither. I says back out while you still can, afore it all goes pear-shaped. Have a butchers and realize what it is you're getting yourself into... you nutter."

"Just keep this to yourself," Matt said.

"Who, little old me?" Lacey said innocently. "Eh, no need to worry."

"I've got to go now, Lacey," said Matt. "I really need a fag right now."

"Still smoking? You get cancer that way. Or clog up your arteries and die of a heart attack. If you keeps this up, looks like you'll die of a heart attack either way. Just me opinion.
"Oh, and if you talk to Allison, be sure to wind her up for me, yeah. Basically, she ain't said nothing to me since the last time I brought up Mello. Giving me the silent treatment again, I thinks."

"How long do you plan on keeping this up?"

"Just until she admits it."

"Great lot that'll do," Matt said sardonically. "Right, I've got to go now."

"Don't wants to keep gabbing with Lacey, eh? Alright, I ain't going to keep you. Do the off, then, and try not to get into trouble. You has a tendency to do that, yeah."

Matt couldn't help but chuckle. "Bye, Lacey."

"Ta-ta!" she said.

Again, Matt chuckled when he hung up the phone. Only Lacey. Despite the stereotypes, saying "ta-ta" was actually considered fairly unusual in England, extremely clichéd, and even a bit childish. That was Lacey for you, though. Unusual and childish.