A/N This was born from my friend Erin's facebook post "Is it love or is it stockholm?" ...anyway it gave me an idea for a MelloxSayu...a pairing I don't really like but I wrote this story anyway at about 1:30 last night so i'm sorry if it's really braindead and bad.

Disclaimer...No own deathnote or Wikipedia where I got that definition at the begining...

Warning...a little sex I guess...not anything bad...

Bold=Mello Normal=Sayu


Stockholm syndrome is a term used to describe a paradoxical psychological phenomenon wherein hostages express adulation and have positive feelings towards their captors…. In plain English; more people falling for the very people they shouldn't. I have to stay in a wheelchair now…is it really post-traumatic stress, or is because I'll never see his beautiful eyes again?

I never told anyone what happened between the Yagami girl and me. At first, I couldn't believe how young she looked. In the end I couldn't believe how much older.


I was bound in a cold room all alone, my cries for mercy going unheard when he came in. Long blonde hair and tight leather clothes. The guy my friends and I would sigh over but never have a prayer with…His harsh eyes softened when he saw me. 'Don't worry we won't hurt you anymore…" Still frightened, I shakily answered, "Who are you?"


"You can call me Mello," I told her.


It's his eyes I remember more than anything…. stormy blue, piercing and alluring.


She grew to trust me. It wasn't hard. Compared to my men I wasn't half bad…. It was nice to have intelligent company. We talked about everything from Kira to her family.


I wanted him so bad…. How could I help it? He was beautiful, passionate, and strong.


Her lips begged to be kissed. He skin begged to be touched. Her soul begged to be wanted.


I lost my virginity in a concrete prison in the City of Angels…. How fast my world had changed.


One minute I was 'interrogating' her about her father and the next I was kissing her clumsily, but we found a rhythm and it was beautiful.


It was a mistake, a heat of the moment lapse in judgment. I'm trying to forget it or at least regret it…. still failing on the last one.


'Mello'…she breathed my name into me…. and I wished to God I hadn't done this a million times with whores in the smoky anonymity of the L.A. street life. I wished she could be my first like I was so obviously hers.


He taught me what lust is. To need another person so much you can't breath.


What we had wasn't love. It was raw want and desire, only to be bled away when dawn touched the world.


It was a sin. When Eve ate the forbidden apple she was cast from the Garden of Eden. I am condemned forever to this life of 'what ifs' and remorse.


a/n Please review? thx!