Hey, all!
This is my first adventure into the fanfic world...so remember that I'm still learning...
I do not own Death Note (sadly). If I did, there would be a lot more MelloxMatt.
In saying that, this is a YAOI story, so if you don't like yaoi, then I highly suggest that you don't read.
And thanks to tenspeed457 for being my beta reader. 3
I hope you like it. :)
Prologue
Mello remembered it.
Everyone thought he didn't, but he did.
He remembered every single moment of the time of his mother's death. He remembered the blood, the horrific, soul-ripping screams, and his mother's pleas for him to run.
He remembered running to the back of the house, near the tool shed, and cowering behind it, hoping to find some sort of protection. He had crouched in the dirt, tears flowing down his delicate face as he imagined the terrible things happening inside the house where he had always felt safe.
Now, it felt like a nightmare.
Mello didn't know how long he sat there, huddled in the fetal position, his shoulders shaking with violent sobs. After awhile, he knew that some sort of time had passed, since when he gained some kind of awareness again, it was dawn, the rising sun above their house turning the sky purple, red, and orange. Mello stared at the beautiful sunrise, knowing that what awaited inside his house would be the exact opposite.
He felt strangely numb as he managed to get up, wiping the dirt off of his pajama pants. He stumbled back inside, and at first, he wondered if maybe he had had some sort of terrible nightmare. Everything looked normal; the kitchen, kept spotlessly clean by his mother, still looked like she would come bustling in at any moment to cook pancakes or waffles for breakfast. He then wandered into the living room, and that, too, looked as it had the night before: the aquarium lights on, his sweatshirt hanging precariously off the couch, and his backpack and school supplies tossed haphazardly onto the floor.
Mello continued upstairs, and hope surged through him. Maybe it had been some sort of terrible dream after all, and he had sleepwalked outside. He would go upstairs to his mother's bedroom, tell her the story, and the two of them would laugh about it, and to make sure the nightmares stayed away, she would help him make his favorite chocolate chip pancakes, her hand firmly over his as he helped her stir.
But the hope in Mello evaporated quickly when he peeked in his mother's bedroom.
There was blood everywhere. God, there was so much blood. It covered everything. The mauve carpet his mother had loved so much was covered in patches of a sick reddish-brown color, and the lavender walls his mother had spent a week picking out the color and another week painting had fared no better.
But most especially, it covered his mother.
Mello took a deep breath, fighting against the panic, horror, and revulsion that he felt building in his chest, and walked over to where his mother lay. Her face was twisted into a grimace that was like some sort of sick parody of a smile. Her skin, usually pink and vibrant with life, had been leeched of color, resembling porcelain; lifeless and broken. Her body bore the semblance of a marionette as she lay splayed on the ground, her limbs bent at unnatural angles.
Mello knelt down and touched his mother's face softly. Even in death, his mother was still beautiful. He stroked her blond hair, which he had inherited, and softly touched the delicate cheekbones, which he had as well. Mello had always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.
And now she was dead.
Mello was about to get up when he noticed the chain around her neck. He gently picked it up. It was his mother's rosary, which she wore everyday, grasping it in her tiny hands as she moved from bead to bead to recite her prayers. He stared at the jeweled rosary, his mother's greatest treasure, and settled down next to her lifeless body. He began to pray as his mother had taught him, hoping maybe, just maybe, if he prayed hard enough, this would indeed prove to be no more than a sick nightmare.
Well...this is just the prologue. So, of course it's short, and kind of mysterious.
BUT. I hope you all liked it. Please review, because it makes me better in my writing.
And no worries...Matt will make an appearance next chapter.
I hope you enjoyed it. :)