Hellos to all! This is my first ever fanfic *woot woot!* like the summary states, this is not entirely… explicit; it's more romance :P . Anyway… please review/critique my work so I can make any improvements in not only this story, but in my writing overall. It will be greatly appreciated. Also, I don't own Death Note, its characters, etc. (though I wish I did!)

Okay, so this story is based at the same time as the Kira killings. It does include some spoilers so be forewarned. That is all.

Thank you to all and enjoy reading!

*CRASH*…*WHAM*…

Sounds of a fight resonated in the dimly lit room, while cheers and belligerent laughter filled the hallways. An audience of about twenty men circled the brawl, fueled by liquor and potent drugs.

The noises reverberated into the ear of one spectator, calmly viewing the battle between drunkards on his leather sea and munching on a chocolate bar. He was the head of these fools – a Mafia Boss to be exact – who now seemed to have turned into a boxing judge.

Punch after punch was landed, until finally a champion was named. Several of the members had begun leaving the arena, ready to start their own debauchery, while the rest stumbled up to their ring leader.

"Yo Mello, we're 'bout to go and pick us up some 'lady friends'. You wanna join?"

Mello, closing his eyes, said "No, I think I'll pass this time"

"A'ight" chimed one enthusiastically, turning away. The others quickly left after him.

Mello narrowed his gaze as he watched his peers exit the building. He sat quietly, without movement, until finally he stood up, glaring at the mess he would now be forced to clean up.

On second thought…

I'll just have the 'winner' clean up tomorrow, Mello decided as he, too, left the building.

Mello shivered as the cold winter wind blew into his face. It was nearly midnight, which meant all the freaks would come to play. The street he wandered along was lit with neon signs and bright ads, revitalizing the nightlife for more fun. He ventured on, unsure of his own dark plans.

Damn, maybe I should have gone with those morons; then I would have something to do. Mello sighed, until realizing his declaration and shaking his head.

No, I refuse to relate myself with such shady guys. They don't trust me; why the hell should I trust them? They're the same… they're all the same… he repeated in his head for reassurance.

Regardless, you see the same things around this miserable town; fervent lovebirds kissing against brick walls, scam artists ready to swindle you of some cash, rich bastards wasting their money on cheap prostitutes. What good are they all? They're all the same…

The pensive man walked down the bustling street into the alleyway, disgusted by the society around him. The all-too-familiar scenes loitered in his head, latching onto covert memories…

Mello gasped loudly, having caught himself from falling into his "state", and continued swiftly in frustration. Regaining mental clarity, he scoffed as he surveyed his surroundings.

Hmmph… these settings are a real prize, too. You just can't miss the mangled stray cats, the littered pathways, the dead body behind the-

Mello's inner-monologue stopped, out of fear and bewilderment. Dead body? He hesitated, turning to the cadaver. He was at the scene of a crime… What should I do? It wasn't as if he hadn't encountered the sort of thing before, but in this case he certainly wasn't the culprit!

He initially hoped to flee the area, running away from the body as soon as possible. However, with great reluctance, Mello convinced himself to get a closer look

The man crept slowly, analyzing the body from afar, then bent down to inspect for a fatal wound. He searched, eventually finding large gash on the left arm and neck. Mello then examined the victim wholly.

It was a young male, approximately in his twenties, with a slim physique and maroon colored hair. The man donned a pair of goggles on his forehead. Mello worked again nervously, touching at the pulse points for any sign of a heart palpitation. Several seconds passed, until he picked up on a heartbeat; the victim was conscious. Good… it's not a dead body… he thought, relieved.

The wounded was clearly disoriented, because as soon as he laid eyes on Mello, he chuckled lightly, saying, "I didn't know… Misa Misa would also be… sent to Hell".

The blond glared, clearly offended, and eager to shoot the injured man. Yet, he couldn't; something about this man… he seemed almost…unusual… different.

"I also didn't know… Hell would be… this cold", stated the redhead between breaths. Mello smiled softly at this remark. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not Misa Misa; I'm MUCH prettier. Also, this isn't Hell, though I truly believe it is..." the blond replied, turning toward the man. "You're still breathing… you're alive".

The man panted heavily. "Oh… sorry… in that case… do you mind… taking me to… the hospital? I don't feel so… so good right now…" Mello's eyebrows furrowed.

"Of course you wouldn't; you were stabbed on the neck and arm. Listen, I'd be willing to help out, but I'm not really allowed in any hospital after the… situations… I've been linked with." Mello thought a bit before continuing, "It'd be a risk, but I think I could remedy your wounds myself. I've got all the necessities to bandage you up. What do you say?" the blond inquired.

The man remained silent, then smirked, "so would that mean you're my male nurse today?"

Mello stood up, ignoring his comment. "I'll take that as a yes."