Chapter 1~Abusive past
A/N: Hey there! This is a fanfic of MelloXMatt from Death Note, (I dont own it, or the characters obviousely). The first six or seven chapters, the characters are only five or six years old, but I promise it'll switch back to original ages, and they will be using their real names for a short time. For those who dont know their real names, here they are...
Mello-Mihael (pronounced Me-hail) Keehl
Matt-Mail (pronounced Mile) Jeevas
So there. No more confusion. Sorry for the super-long note, but I'm done, (XD) so here ya go! First chapter! Yay!
The raging had been going on for a while now, throughout the past few years. Any boy, young and frightened by such, would've cried loudly at the noise, and not knowing what anything meant, would forget about it by the next day. But this little boy was different. Instead, he shut off his light, and huddle in a corner of his room furthest away from the door where the light leaked in.
Once during one of these fights going on outside the room, the pale boy had grabbed his courage to look out the crack of his door and watched. He watched as Mommy got hurt by Daddy, hurt until she bled. He watched as Daddy smashed empty beer bottles on the floor, leaving Mommy to pick up the broken shards with shaky hands. He listened to Mommy come home from work everyday to his father's ranting, their arguements turning physical each time.
The child's father never worked, since he could never stay sober too long, so his mother worked 16 hours a day, six days a week, trying to keep food on the table, and them in their home. But it wasn't reallya home, was it. A house is not a home when all the things inside were unwelcomed, was it?
When the man would get drunk, and he was frustrated, and Mommy was working, he would go into his four year old son's room, ruin all his toys, knock over shelves and tables, and rip all his paintings and drawings taped to the walls. And after everything in the room was destroyed, he'd next move to the child if he wasn't satisfied. The boy would wince in pain, as his father beat him, strangled him, pulled his delicate blonde hair, and scratch at his sensitive skin, but never once did he cry. He knew that if he cried, he would only encourage the man more, make him feel stronger. The boy knew a lot of things, things other typical little children didn't know, but his parents didn't notice. No, his parents didn't pay any attention to him at all.
After all, Mihael was a forgotten child.
But by the time he was six, he was alone. His mother had gotten tired of the abuse, and killed herself, knowing that if she tried running, her husband would just track her down and kill her himself. A few weeks later, Karma was being a bitch and the man rolled his
car down a hill, drunk, leaving the liquor store, and was killed. Of course, Mihael never hated the man, he was his father after all, but the permanent scars left upon him made him want to throw up. He didn't like or even love his father, but certainly didn't hate him.
But it didn't matter. Mihael was alone once again.
A knock at the door startled the young boy, and he ran to get it as fast as possible, expecting his father to be home drunk. But behind the door was an old looking man, tall and skinny, a shaggy grey mustache covering his top lip, wearing a black suit, and his hands held politely behind his back, as he looked down to the boy with a heart-warming smile.
"Are you Mihael Keehl?" the man asked kindly. The boy nodded, slightly confused. "My name's Watari. Unfortunately your father had been killed in an accident earlier this afternoon. I am so sorry." he said mournfully. Mihael wasn't sorry at all. He got what he deserved.
"I've tried contacting family, but there's no trace left behind on their location or any contact information. I'm afraid you'll have to come with me. Please, go pack your bag, I'll wait right here." Mihael stood there, not knowing what to do, what to say, but if it meant leaving, he was probably the happiest kid alive! Or, almost.
He sprinted off to his room, pulling out clothes and a few personal items and shoved them into a black bag and followed the old man out to the black car. After a few minutes of silence, Mihael realized what he wanted to ask.
"Where are we going?"
"I run an orphange in Winchester, England. The institution is for children with intellectual gifts, and are raised to be...geniouses, lets say. That is where I'm taking you. Don't worry, you should be able to make friends easily." Watari smiled.
That was one of the most happiest days of Mihael's life.
A/N~ Hope you liked it! Sorry if it sucks, its my first fanfic. Anyways, prepare for the second chapter!
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