My Own Way 3000 Hits?

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My Own Way 3000 Hits?

Postby mrsj » June 9th, 2016, 8:52 pm

Putting together the omnibus edition of everything, ever.

I'm missing My Own Way TY chapter for 3000 hits. Got 1000, 2000 and 4000, which implies a 3000. Anyone know what the Hell that was?
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Re: My Own Way 3000 Hits?

Postby sareyva » June 9th, 2016, 9:56 pm

Hiya, Matti! *great big hug*

I've found a chapter that was #31 on AFF for My Own Way called "La Belle et la Bete". It's the one in which Rio gets Mello to escort Steph to a nightclub, and she manages to figure out that Mello's never-seen comare is a green-eyed redhead.

But strangely enough, I don't seem to have a TY for 4000 hits. What was that one about?
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Postby mrsj » June 10th, 2016, 12:00 am

I love that this is only your second post and, like the first, it came out of nowhere to answer a really bloody obscure question and it was right. I do have that one. I've just gone to skim-read the 4000 chapter to My Own Way. Then back more carefully. I'm forced into the conclusion/statement of 'what the actual...?' What I've got is best conveyed by showing you, which I'll do in the follow on post.
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Postby mrsj » June 10th, 2016, 12:01 am

Matt glanced up as, on the coffee table, his mobile phone beeped. It wasn't unusual for him to receive a text message, but the person usually sending them was stretched out on the settee behind him. He turned his head, but Mello was engrossed in the display on his own laptop and the only thing he held in his hand was a bar of chocolate. "Are you texting me?"

"No." Mello muttered.

The redhead pursed his lips and reached out for his phone. A moment later, he was on his feet and running. He pushed open his bedroom door and leapt over various cables and flashing devices to reach his laptops. He logged onto three of them, tapping impatiently until they each loaded into life. "Fucking, fucking shit." He commented, as he used the WAP on his phone to text the reply, 'I'm on it.' One hand typed in the log-in for the Elite Hackers' Consortium inner sanctum; another typed, on a separate keyboard, the same for one of his websites. The third laptop had its mouse clicked until he was looking at the front end of the same site. "Fucking, bastard, arsehole, wankers."

There was movement by the door and Mello stepped into the room. He saw the legend on the site, 'Kira - King of the World!'. "Why are you looking at that crap for?"

"Reasons." Matt replied cryptically, but the blond walked behind the desk and glared at him. "Ok, I own the site and it's currently being hacked."

Mello blinked. "You own," he struggled for the word, settling eventually on spitting out, "that?!" His mind processed the second part of what he'd been told. "Someone has got through your firewalls? Yours?!"

Matt swallowed, biting down a flash of temper, but he had neither the time nor the inclination to argue with the man just now. He positioned himself properly between the three computers and peered at each in turn to assess the situation. Mello was still glowering in the periphery of his vision. "Mell, will you fetch my cigarettes from the lounge please?"

His eyes, icily blue amidst the scarring, narrowed and it seemed like Mello would bark something else in that accusatory tone that Matt found so annoying. But he didn't. He shrugged back his shoulders and stepped with feline grace over the electronic debris back into the front room. He was soon back. He didn't throw the cigarettes and lighter, as Matt had vaguely anticipated, but instead carried them and placed them down between two laptops. Mello stood beside the redhead, staring at the screens. "How many of the pro-Kira sites are yours?"

"Thirty main ones, another few dozen cheap and tacky ones; but amongst my associates, we have about couple of hundred." Matt was typing rapidly, code flew across the screen. "Sorry, Mell, I need to concentrate on this."

"Can I help?"

Matt stared at him. The Consigliere sat in the back seat of the vehicle. Slouched down, the streetlamps highlighted him and then threw him back into darkness. If looks could kill, then his would have scorched a hole into the window miles back and so the two soldiers said nothing. He was an unpredictable arsehole, this one; and yet, following his plans to the letter meant fewer people killed and more operations coming through, against the odds.

The flat was in a state. Matt was forced to admit it, as his eyes took in the room in a sweeping gaze. He would tidy it up later. Maybe tomorrow. Definitely before the next day, as Mello would be back and a clean flat saved a lot of ignoring Mello's whinging time. Made the sex happen sooner. He stared absently back towards his stack of games, dragging himself back on track. He needed to find something to sell. He was £33.47 short of the rent money and Len was going to be here in an hour. Just enough time to rush to the second hand games shop on Richmond Street and back. But there was nothing that he wanted to sell. He'd had a purge only two months ago and all of that money was gone.

Matt scooped up his cigarettes from the coffee table and lit one, surveying his options. There was the ultimate safety net, which was to sit down in front of his computer, logging onto Watari and slipping back into the persona for which his whole childhood had been primed. He could solve some cases. Just one big one would sort out the rent for a year. It would also bring him into the spotlight, under the watchful gaze of Near and the others. It might spark Mello's paranoia into the stratosphere. He discounted it anyway. The money could take anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of years to come through. It wouldn't be here in an hour. He could just call Roger and ask for the money. Matt shook his head even as he was thinking it. He had his pride.

His eyes flickered towards the hidden stash of illegal drugs. He could leave the flat, knock on a few doors and could probably get them sold within an hour. But that would involve speaking with old friends. He had had nothing in common with them then, except getting high and having someone breathing in his vicinity. He had even less reason to want to initiate contact now. It could get complicated. Aimee knocking the door, while Mello was deep in Kira strategy brainstorming. No.

Matt frowned, staring at his 'phone. Mello. He was after all living here, so some rent money might not be unreasonable to ask him for. But Matt had rarely seen money in Mello's hand. He came home with expensive chocolate bars and occasionally carrying gifts that must have knocked someone back a penny or two, but they were probably gifts. Whatever he was doing with the Mafia, it never seemed to involve returning with briefcases full of cash. Matt secretly doubted that Mello had two pennies to rub together, despite the blond's smug protestations that they were 'doing alright'. Mello would have too much pride to admit destitution and, for all his breath-taking intelligence, didn't have the practical streak that made him wonder how the amenities continued to be connected and the food ended up on the table. Mello could plan World War Four for you, but he'd be stumped at running a house. Matt mentally gave up on him as a source of funds.

"Shit." Matt's cigarette had been smoked down to the butt and he couldn't remember inhaling it. He must have, because he was exhaling the faint blue wisps now. He looked again at his games, trying to find something that he could bear to part with. He'd beaten them all, but some had sanity written all over them. They were the games that he played when the world closed in too much and he needed the familiarity.

He was staring at his complete collection of Mario games, when the orange flashing box, on his computer's monitor, caught his eye. It was someone posting in the Elite Hackers' Consortium and he probably didn't have time. He crossed to it anyway and maximised the box. It was Bubbles.
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Re: My Own Way 3000 Hits?

Postby mrsj » June 10th, 2016, 12:02 am

It genuinely reads like that and ends there.
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Re: My Own Way 3000 Hits?

Postby amaryllis » June 10th, 2016, 12:20 am

That looks Frankensteined together, but I vaguely remember bits of it. I'll look through the stuff on my computer tonight if you'd like.
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Re: My Own Way 3000 Hits?

Postby sareyva » June 10th, 2016, 2:50 pm

Bit of a mish mash there. :) Looks like 2 unrelated bits, separated by most of the first paragraph of My Own Way. The topics are familiar (Matt owning Kira websites, and pondering how to get money), but I've never read these specific bits before.

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