Full summary: Walls divide us all people keep one another separate, never opening up all the way never trusting, But what happens when an actual wall divides two people? He has never seen him or held him, yet he loves him, loves the voice on the opposite side of the wall.

A/N: Ok yeah this has been bugging me like nonstop I blame my social studies teacher on this one. But any way I can't concentrate in class until I get this done, I am (did) fail the test because all I could think about was this idea and the Berlin wall ( got those 4 questions right…) Any who tell me what u think pease!

Disclaimer: Nope still don't own death note sadly.

Citation: (School has driven me insane with citing things sorry but gotta do it even if it is just the website address) ., and my social studies teacher whom shall remain nameless 4 obvious reasons.

And if anything is not historically correct I blame my teacher (but if u guys see anything please tell me.) And if I do get anything wrong or offend anybody, please remember that this is a work of complete fiction, which means it was not real and the story and setting is just a thing I made up in my waaayyy to imaginative (and purvey) head.

I remember walking past the wall and looking up at my mother. My small hand held firmly within her grip, making sure I didn't charge off in all directions. The scent of her mixing with the air, her long blonde hair billowing in the soft afternoon breeze, carrying with it the sounds of the city and market place.

I would always look up at her and ask, "Mommy what's on the other side?"

And then she would respond in her kind voice saying, "I don't know Mihael, I don't know."

Then I would tug free of her hand and bounce over to the wall, putting my ear to it and listening to the sounds of the "other side" as I had so dubbed it in my little 4 year old head.

"Come away from there Mihael." She would say worriedly striking ice blue eyes filled with her worry. "We don't want the guards to see you."

And for the hundredth time I would ask "Will I ever get to see the other side?"

She would laugh quietly at my very serious tone then say "I do not know child, I just do not know."

Then she would take my hand and we would head back to one of the many rundown buildings we called home.

The wall had always fascinated me to no end it seemed. I guess you could say I was a bright kid, so naturally I would be overly curious and always wondered about the "other side". A different way of life intrigued me. Where these people any different from me or my father of mother? Did they live like we did? Living off of what we didn't need and having not enough of what we needed? Did the people work hard just like my father for little to no money, even if he worked twice as hard as the other people? And most importantly, was there a kid over there that was as fascinated by the wall and what lay behind it as I was?

The wall became my sanctuary over the years. When I was ten I found an old abandoned building that was close to the wall, but enough space to walk between it and the wall. The grass was tall and came up to about my stomach, I found some bushes that I could crawl through and then there was a small space just big enough to fit me and the few snacks I brought where I could sit and peek through a whole no bigger than a half dollar and could just make out the forms on the other side.

I would spend hours every day watching the comings and goings of the people. Little kids holding the hands of faceless parents, the array of colors of people's clothes. I enjoyed listening to the tidbits of there conversations. These people had been no different from me they still had the odd problems we had. Someone's sister was sleeping with her best friend's husband, one boy was failing math, a girl had just been dumped etc, and so on and so forth.

Those where the happiest days of my life, sitting by that dang wall, it was my only friend. After hours spent staring out of that hole I would go home to my loving mother and I rare occasions opening the door to the glorious smell of chocolate chip cookies.

Then everything changed.

After one fine day I went home to my mother. Throwing clothes into a suitcase. She was dressed in her best dress; it was a shade of jade that made her eyes popping even more than normal. Her blond hair was tied up in a braid.

"Mommy where are you going?" She forced a smile as she replied;

"Your aunt is very sick Mihael, I'm going to visit her, I won't be gone to long."

"Can I go?" I asked voice hopeful.

"Not this time Mihael I have to go to the West and they don't allow boys as young as you to cross, besides it toke almost 4 months to get the permission from the government I needed."

She walked towards the door but turned back to say, "I won't be gone long, I promise I'll be back before you know it." Then she left closing the door and not taking a single glance back.

That was the last time I had seen my mother. She didn't come back. She promised, but promises are easily broken, I had come to realize. I was devastated; I spent all my time at the wall for almost 5 whole years, hoping to catch a glimpse of my mother, but never getting one. My father became a recluse; he quit his job and took to drinking night and day. There was never enough food in the house, I was left to fend for myself in an unforgiving world.

When I turned 15 I caught my break, I ran into a group of people on the street selling goods from the west, from the "other side". They took me in taught me the ways of the black market; I stopped making my visits to the wall, after all what could it do for me? My mother never was coming back, my father was probably going to die of alcohol poisoning very soon. I was alone. I became hard and tough and cruel cold hearted monster. I didn't care for any one, except myself.

I had all I ever could need. All the chocolate I could handle, and leather, lots and lots of leather.

At 17 I became the big boss, by blowing up a warehouse that was being raided by the government, destroying all the evidence with it…and half of my face and chest in doing so.

The scar was ugly, it covered almost all the left side of my face and a twisting ugly scar rolled down the left half of my neck and torso. I was badass, and I couldn't help but think that the scars where a symbol of my destroyed life. Or at least the destroyed trust I had in other people.

I was treated like a god after that promoted to the head of the business, everyone either respected or feared me, it didn't matter, I didn't care what people thought of me, I didn't care for people at all anyway, they where tools to me. I could use and throw out at my own convenience.

And now at 20, I'm a cold hearted criminal. I don't talk to people, I don't socialize I don't trust. Late at night I lay awake, thinking about what I have become, all because of her. I know what I am missing is a thing called love and compassion, but I just cannot show it, I don't even think I'm capable of feeling it.

I stay away from the wall most of the time, but on sleepless nights, I find myself walking the familiar path, behind the old house and just sitting in my old spot. Not bothering to do much of anything more than just sitting.

And that walk is where I found myself tonight. I hadn't even made the conscious thought, I just got up from my lumpy bed, and went were my feet took me.

The fit between the wall and house was tighter than I remembered; then again I was a lot bigger than I was when I was 12.

The tall grass made an almost comfortable seat for me. The bushes were bigger and thicker, casting longer shadows from the bright full moon that floated over head.

It was quiet and peaceful, as alwa- 'What the heck?'

There was a noise a slight sobbing, jumping up I span frantically searching for the source of the noise, then it hit me, It was coming from behind The Wall.

Putting my head to the small hole I peered through, and was able to make out the slight shadow of a body, curled up in a fetal position, hunched up against the wall.

I couldn't stop myself as I said "Are you alright?" I know OMG Mello is being-scratch that-sounding Nice.

The body uncurled slightly obviously looking around for the person who had spoken.

"WH-where are you?" A small defiantly male voice spoke up.

"Behind you." I replied as if it was obvious.

The shadowy outline of his head tilted to one side, and looked at where the hole was.

"Really?"

"Yes." I snapped involuntarily falling into mean Mello.

I took a deep sigh and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing." He managed to choke out trying to stifle his tears.

"Well there's obviously something." I retorted, "Why else would you be out here, by the Berlin wall, in the middle of the night."

"I could ask you the same thing you know." He replied evenly.

"I couldn't sleep, and you?" I replied lazily.

He sighed, "No reason really."

I rolled my eyes, even if he couldn't see it, "Come on you can tell me. Just think of me as a voice on the other side of a wall, it's not like I could do anything to you over here."

He chuckled at this, "Ok but don't judge me."

"Really?" I said sarcastically "Again I say you our out in the middle of the night crying like a baby, by the Berlin wall, you've already been judged."

"And what pray tell, have you judged about me?" The kid has a backbone, what'd you know?

"That there is obviously something wrong with you that you refuse to tell me, even if there is no threat to your person. Or you're just a Looney who escaped from the crazy house and the white jacket police will be her momentarily."

That got him laughing pretty hard, and I had to admit he had a really nice lau-NO Mello bad Mello, not the time and or place to have thoughts about this.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you" His voice suddenly became very quiet "My dad quiet literally threw me out of the house."

Well that's pretty harsh. "What you do, get a chick pregnant?"

That got a nervous laugh from him, "Actually that is almost the exact opposite reason, he found out I was gay."

"Well if that is just cruel, good thing I didn't have a dad when I finally came out." I stated very bluntly, I guess it was so blunt he was shocked into silence.

"Anyway" I said before he could get a word in "I'm sitting here talking to you and your basically pouring your heart out to me and I don't even know your name."

"Mail Jeevas." He said almost somberly "But I prefer Matt."

"Hmmm, Matt, it's simple, I like it." I decided. "I'm Mihael Kheel, but everyone just calls me Mello."

"Mello? Where'd you get that?"

I couldn't help but laugh lightly, "I'm everything but Mello." My voice suddenly got dark, "I'm a cruel man who has done unthinkable things. I have a temper like you would not believe. I don't trust people nor they me." I turned and leaned with my back against the wall, laying my head back and gazing at the stars.

"…Your not cruel, how can you be?" I heard him say quietly, "Your heard me crying and asked if I was alright, and you continue to talk to me so how can you not trust people, I feel as if your being very open."

I let out a bark of laughter, "You got me there, but then again, I was curious, and curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought him back right?" Matt said smugly.

"Yeah I guess so." I replied "But you now I really don't know why I'm talking to you so open like this either, I'm usually pretty closed up, maybe it has to do with the fact that your just a voice to me too…Do you have a place to live?" I decided to change the subject from me to him; I was starting to get uncomfortable.

"Yah I do. Why do you ask?"

"No reason really, just curious."

"You are quite a curious fellow, aren't you?" I chuckled at this. "Yeah I guess I am."

We fell into a comfortable silence after this, it was strange I felt like I knew this kid, yet I had just met him, and I strangely cared for him and the horrible turn his life had seem to have taken. I wanted to get to know him learn what made him tick.

He was the first person in years I felt close to, and yet we were so far apart, and I was Feeling something, when I thought I would never feel anything but hatred and suspicion ever again. I was confused and cold. It was late I should leave, I didn't want to, I didn't want to tear myself from this wall and him, but I needed to go I had things to do tomorrow.

"It's getting late I think I should go." I heard him say interrupting my jumble of thoughts, bringing me back to the present by just the sound of his voice. What was happening to me?

"Can I see you again?" I blurted without thinking.

"No you can't see me again." My heart dropped at his almost cruel tone. "But you can hear me again." He chuckled at his lame joke as a small smile graced my face, not my usual I will kill you dead smiles, but an actual smile.-I know I'm as shocked as you are, who knew Mihael Kheel could smile.

"Cool, meet me here at midnight tomorrow, if you can."

"Alright, hear you tomorrow."

…He's such a dork…

Omg I finished it finally! Took like a week of study halls too!

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