A/N: ok this is my very first fan fiction that I have ever written personally, I've helped others write theirs before, but never wrote my own. Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know who are reading this that not only is this my first story but Mello is ooc for a while, it helps the story. I also don't own Death Note or any characters in it. If anything seems from the show it probably is just not word for word. Thank you and read and review please.
Prologue,
Getting a call into Rogers office was nothing new for me, I mean I get called in everyday for bullying. It's not my fault others make it so easy to pick on them. The only person I've never made fun of is my only Friend in this hell hole. Matt Jeevas, otherwise known as mail jeevas, he was brought in from an abusive home and has been here ever since. Anyway as I was saying, me getting called into rogers office was nothing new for me, it's who also got called in with me. Near, the pig headed, insufferable know it all who always thinks everything in life is a puzzle. Anyway roger is talking to me so I better start listening.
"Boys, Roger began; I have some bad news that I must share with you." I look up at him, "what's up Roger?"
"Well mello, its L"
"What's wrong with L?"
"L has died"
Two things ran through my mind at this time while my mouth dropped. One, Did he choose me or near? And two, this kira need to die. Roger didn't need to tell me who killed L, I knew as soon as he said something. "Well who'd he choose between me or near?"
"Well Mello that is the problem. He was unable to choose before his untimely death." I glared at him "so what does this mean for me and near?" He sighed folding his hands and using them to hold his ugly face up. "This means mello that you and near must work together." I stared at him like he had grown two heads, he knows me and near have a horrible background, I'd end up killing the bastard before we even started work. I heard near saying something about puzzle, games and being a loser. I was way to mad to even hear a word of what he was saying. I lowered my face so that they couldn't see the anger that was written plain on my face; I turned around and stomped out of the office, ignoring Rogers's pleas with me to come back. I began to run to my room, to the person who would help. He understood that my anger wasn't anger, it was sadness concealed by anger. I was running to my only friend in whammy's, Mail jeevas.
TBC