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Digital Hedge Maze (AU)

Matt hadn’t ever intended to be a criminal. He’d never thought the criminal underworld was glamorous, or interesting, or anything to be desired. Yet here he was, working as a glorified computer hacker and cracker for the top mafia family on Los Angeles. The job had been offered to him a year or so after he left Wammy’s. Melo had already found his way there and made himself successful, and knew that two Wammy’s boys, rather than just one, would only make him more successful.

Of course, it was dangerous to leave any sort of trail back to the main hideout. For that reason, Matt had his own bases hidden throughout the city. He switched between them every week or so, sometimes more frequently, if it suited him. He was careful in every possible way, picking up most of his jobs from dead drops in clubs, brothels, drug dens, and wherever else the mafia’s long, manipulative fingers reached.

Tonight, Matt was in his preferred hideout, a small apartment hidden away in an alley downtown. It was within walking distance of the Gamestop where he knew all the employees, and it was close to all his favorite clubs. His reason for moving there wasn’t good though; someone was tracking him, and they were doing a good job of it. Not that Matt thought there was any chance that he’d be caught. He was, after all, the best at what he did, a fact he had proven time and time again. Still, it made him antsy when someone got this close to him.

Now that he was settled in, the next several hours would be spent completing two tasks. 1) Fighting off whoever had found him. 2) Trying to track them down so he could report them back to the mafia’s assassins, and stop them at the source.

#yagamiraitokun #digital hedge maze #digitalgingermthreads

First Time (AU with oldworldsrunnerup)

Matt parked his car five blocks away from where the supposed brothel was. A bright red refurbished car was bound to attract attention, and that was the last thing he wanted right now. He walked slowly, smoking two cigarettes as he did in an attempt to calm his nerves. He’d never done anything like this before.

Ah…that could apply to so many things.

Of course he’d never actually gone to a brothel before. He had also never slept with anyone before. Twenty years old, and the closest he’d gotten to sex was jacking off while watching porn. As a birthday present to himself, he’d decided he was going to lose his virginity, never mind the way he did it.

The address matched up with the description of the building that he’d been given, a corner store that sold God-knows-what as a front for the illegal business that Matt was seeking out. He put out his cigarette on the bottom of his boot before slipping inside, doing his best to look completely calm. He walked up to the counter and looked the man straight in the eyes.

“I’m, uh, here about…uh…” Well, so much for seeming calm about this. The man laughed.

“Down the stairs,” he said with a jab of his thumb, rolling his eyes at Matt. Normally, Matt would have been annoyed, but right now, he was just glad he hadn’t had to actually say what he was there for. He walked down the stairs and found himself in what looked like a nice sitting room. He wasn’t sure if that put him at ease or not.

A well-dressed, attractive woman, a sharp contrast to the man upstairs, approached him. She didn’t ask what he was there for, assuming their “bouncer” would keep anyone who wasn’t looking to get laid out of the basement.

“Are you interested in a man or a woman?” she asked, the question rolling off her tongue as though she’d asked it a hundred times that day already (Matt suspected that she had).

“Um…either?” He regretted the words as soon as he said them. He should have tried to sound like he knew what he was doing, after all.

She smiled a little, and Matt couldn’t tell if she was making fun of him or not. “Take a seat then. Someone will be with you shortly.” She left, and Matt sat down, his foot bouncing nervously on the floor.

#oldworldsrunnerup #digitalgingermthreads

Repercussions

//If anyone's interested, here's the aftermath of the whole "Matt hitting on Light" thing. It ended up coming out over skype, so I figured I'd throw it up here to catch everyone up. Actions are in **.

#oldworldsrunnerup #digitalgingermthreads #i can't imagine takada did anything this bad to light over the whole thing

Matt sat up in bed, gasping for breath. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat that seemed to glisten in the moonlight pouring in through the window. He reached up and felt tears on his cheeks, a sure sign of the nightmare he'd been having. He was still half asleep; he always struggled with waking up completely when it was the middle of the night, largely because of his tendency to stay up for days on end before actually sleeping. He was almost always sleep deprived. Still shaking, he laid back down, unable to fall back asleep.

#bitchpleaseimmello #hope that's a good starter! :3 #digitalgingermthreads

Matt grinned as he picked up a shot of straight-up vodka and downed it. At this point, he couldn't even remember how many shots he'd had. All he knew was that he'd had enough to be happy, warm, and drunk. He didn't normally do this these days, but lately, Melo had been busy with work, and hardly ever came home anymore. Matt was tired of sitting home, waiting for his fiance. He needed to go out. He needed to do things. He needed to be around people. So it was that he found himself sitting at the bar in a club, knocking back drinks as though they had the potency of fruit juice. It took him a few moments to realize a girl had sat down next to him. She was cute, with long blonde hair that fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. "Hey," she said as she caught his attention. "What's a cute boy like you doing here all alone?" Matt laughed. He hadn't talked like this to anyone in a while. Was he out of practice? It was time to find out. "The fiance hasn't been hanging out with me, so I got bored and came here. I could ask you the same question though. What're you doing here all alone?" The girl smiled and leaned closer to Matt. "Looking for a little fun, that's all." She raised an eyebrow. "Interested?"

Matt's answer came without a moment of hesitation, hesitation that would have turned into him replying very differently had he not been so drunk. "Might be."

#oldworldsrunnerup #bad things happen when Matt drinks too much #whoops #digitalgingermthreads

Erasing Past Failures

Five years. Five years. Five, long, tense years.

It had been five years since Matt had been left naked and passed out in the forest. Five years since he was forced to call Mello and admit that, not only had he failed to kill Light, but that he had also failed to obtain even one notebook. Mello had been angry, and Matt counted himself lucky that he was given a flight back to LA. For two months, Matt searched the entire world over, trying to find some kind of evidence of Light, trying to find some indication of where he might be. There was nothing though. Light—Kira—had effectively disappeared completely.

Until recently.

Recently, Mello had received a message in the form of three dead mafiosos, all of whom had planted some kind of clue relating to Kira. Kira was alive and well, and was back to his godly mission. The clues were all far too obvious; that much was certain to both Matt and Mello. Matt, however, was the one who figured out the real clue, who watched the killings, who managed to pin down Light’s location.

Of course, there was a strong possibility that Light was watching their movements, so rather than have the mafia descend on Light’s hideout, it was decided that Matt would go alone, while Mello led the others down the path Light intended them to follow. That was how Matt found himself huddled in a closet in an apartment in Metro Manila. Light would be home any second, and Matt was ready.

Matt was ready to finally make up for his failure five years earlier. This was his chance to prove himself, to regain his dignity.

#yagamiraitokun #digitalgingermthreads #ugh i hope this is good

AU: Transfer Student

Matt had a lot of experience transferring to new schools. For the past eight years, ever since he’d been stuck in the foster care system, he had found himself transferring regularly, shuffled around from place to place. By this point, he had it down to a system. He’d keep his head down, stay quiet, for a week or so, and scope the place out. Once he had an idea of who to avoid, he could start talking to people.

That’s where his system usually failed though. He always got to school in the middle of the semester, at which point, people had already separated off into their little clicks. He wasn’t used to having friends, in part because he moved around too much, and in part because…well, really. He was strange, always off in his own little world, caring more about his games then about people. That was largely due to the fact that, throughout his life, games had been the only consistent thing. He might get moved twice in a year, but he always had a game with him. It was a safe, stable world, one which he retreated into as often as he could.

He looked at his schedule, and saw his first class of the day was calculus. At least it meant he’d be with other smart kids, especially since calc was usually for seniors. When he got to class, the teacher made him introduce himself; Matt could already hear the questions of why he’d transferred and where he was from that he would undoubtedly be asked. There was nothing he’d like more than to keep the entire school from finding out he was in foster care. Whenever that happened, it didn’t usually bode well for Matt; it just made him more of an outsider. “There’s an empty seat right over there,” the teachers said, pointing out the one empty desk. Matt took his stuff over and sat down, trying to stay inconspicuous as the class began.

#digitalgingermthreads #oldworldsrunnerup #sorry it's so long #had to set the scene #yours does NOT have to be this long #^^;;;

Taken

Matt groaned a little as he started to wake up, that simple task being difficult. He felt exhausted in a strange way. His entire body was tired and felt heavy. Everything seemed to fit in with all the descriptions of being drugged that Matt had ever read. He realized that he wasn't lying on his normal bed, the place he'd fallen asleep. He didn't know where he was, but he did know it was unfamiliar. He opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything. "Who's there?" His words slurred together.

#digitalgingermthreads #ushirokara