Mello had been taking his shirt off when he paused at the mention of Nakago's name on the television, pausing and turning to look at the screen while suddenly a deafening silence pounded in his ears, drowning out everything but the words coming from the reporter.
There were pictures on the screen, each titled with a name. Each dead. Words across the bottom of the TV sending out condolences to loved ones.
Mello just stared, ears ringing. That... couldn't be right. It was simply impossible. Definitely impossible. The reporter was talking about something else but Mello wasn't listening, staring at the screen still without seeing anything on it. He walked across the room and reached for his phone mechanically, dialing the familiar preset and listening to the phone ring, ring, ring, go to voicemail. He hung up and tried again. And again. In all the years he'd known Nakago, even if the man had been in an important meeting, he had never missed a call from him without either calling back immediately or messaging him a reason.
Frantic, Mello just kept calling, realizing at some point that he'd slumped to his knees in the middle of the floor.
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Date: 2011-07-18 10:17 am (UTC)There were pictures on the screen, each titled with a name. Each dead. Words across the bottom of the TV sending out condolences to loved ones.
Mello just stared, ears ringing. That... couldn't be right. It was simply impossible. Definitely impossible. The reporter was talking about something else but Mello wasn't listening, staring at the screen still without seeing anything on it. He walked across the room and reached for his phone mechanically, dialing the familiar preset and listening to the phone ring, ring, ring, go to voicemail. He hung up and tried again. And again. In all the years he'd known Nakago, even if the man had been in an important meeting, he had never missed a call from him without either calling back immediately or messaging him a reason.
Frantic, Mello just kept calling, realizing at some point that he'd slumped to his knees in the middle of the floor.