Disclaimer: The anime Death Note and it's characters do not belong to me; they belong to their rightful creators writer Tsugumi Ohba and manga artist Takeshi Obata. However; the OC in this FanFiction belongs to my sister.

Warning: OOC (?)

Prologue: Mother

" Mother, why are you crying? "

She gasps, a faint little thing, then laughs. A nervous one; fake and forcefully formed in her throat. Rubbing away the evidence and hiding away the irritated eyes, she just starts laughing at me; or rather, the question that was asked of her.

But there was nothing funny about what I was asking Mother. So I don't understand. At least, not really.

" Mello, you're being silly, aren't you? " She said to me through her fit of giggles. The dark veil over her face made it hard for me to stare directly into her chocolate brown eyes. The basement was definitely the best place to hide - because nobody would ever find you. The basement was deserted and lifeless. Dreary, lonesome, it was a wonder how Mother could ever manage a place like this, being known to be lively and happy.

And I was the only person who knew of this. I knew where Mother would hide, because the basement was the only place she'll ever hide.

" I'm not crying, " she told me, letting the dark take the remainder of her physical body. " I'm playing Hide 'N' Seek and I'm laughing. "

" Mother... "

" Mello? "

Every other day, she would hide in the basement and cry. She'd cry and cry and just remain put for hours on end.

And every time she hid, I would follow and listen. I'd listen closely for any sort of clue as to why she was so upset. She was happy a few minutes ago, so the sudden change confused me. But even though I followed and listened, she never dropped any hints for me. She never muttered anything about what's been eating her away - in fact - she was as silent as can keep herself to be; even muffling away her choked sobs. It wasn't very helpful for my part.

" Near's calling, " I lied too, giving her only the view of my back. With small, slow steps forward back upstairs to the main floor, I was hesitant, but reminded her that, " we're still here for you. " I disappeared upstairs and left Mother with just that.

She's a crybaby. She always was. And always will be. There's nothing I can do about that. It's all up to her to change that part of herself. If she wishes to remain weak then that's her problem and not my own.

Though it pains me to see Mother cry, I can't keep her from shedding tears when I know nothing.

With a sigh escaping my lips, I was just about to go off and look for Matt, when I felt a rather warm hand, enclose on my own.

I didn't need to look to know who it was.

" Mello, are you up for a game of soccer? "

" Sure thing, " I smiled up at her, and let her lead me away to the outside field. More than half of the orphans spent their days outside. So the place was filled with rather rowdy children.

Indeed my Mother was a crybaby. But she's a good Mother any way. I love her.

And here is the prologue to yet another FanFiction that I've been dying to write.

I hope you guys are liking it so far!

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