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Chapter 1
Peace surrounded the Central Sava region in Slovenia.
The bright sun rays of the afternoon reflected itself on the Sava River, as though to emphasize the happiness and light smothering the municipality of Hrastnik. The vegetation stood lavishly marked seamlessly with golden dew. Modest homes were occupied by smiling families' content with their poverty. The town was a heaven, a picture of perfection, one that was too good to be real especially since the region was suffering from the Yugoslavia war. It seemed like the country was trying too hard to play an act of happiness and prosperity since the Slovenian independence war ended. Though, one small isolated house was not in on the act.
"You're a traitor" screeched his father in a foreign tone.
"Alojz, listen to what you're saying. How can you leave the safety and peace of Slovenia to be part of the⦠the Serbian mafia?" said his mother spitting out Serbian mafia as though it were poisonous to her tongue.
"How can you not wish for a greater Serbia?" shouted his father.
Mihael held his baby sister closer to himself trying to shield her from the emotional abuse she was too young to comprehend. Silent tears stained his face fearing that if he sobbed the scene would become even more morbid; little did he know that no matter what the event would not improve.
"Irena, the Party of Serbian Unity believes in the unity of Serbian people; it tries to preserve our integrity, tradition and family" his father sounded more like he was trying to justify himself and his beliefs rather than convince Ma of those beliefs; either ways his father failed to pacify his mother.
Mihael sat on the crooked bed he shared with his sister, Anica, as they hid under the blankets hopping that it would create a better barrier to block out his parents' screams than the thin wooden walls did.
Mihael had been born into the conflict of separation versus unity in Yugoslavia and it was only after the war in Slovenia, in which people celebrated their new born freedom, when his family fell apart. Still after the slow independence of countries from Yugoslavia, there was the conflict of Serbia trying to take over and unite the people.
"You were fighting against Yugoslavia, we both were" cried his mother.
In all his six years of life, Mihael, had never heard his parents fight, at least not like this. Yes, they were both fighting Yugoslavia but they had opposing plans for Slovenia; his father wanted unity under Serbia whilst his mother wanted independence from all other countries. They were fighting together only to find out that they were fighting each other.
"I was fighting for unity" shouted his father.
"I was fighting for freedom" countered his mother.
With that final sentence he heard the house door open and then slam shut with the force of someone betrayed; someone who had seen their loved one for who they were only to find out that they were an embodiment of evil. His mother's harsh quick sobs soon followed.
Mihael's face was covered with disbelieve as the shouting seized. He left his shared bedroom and saw a dirty blonde woman with a slender figure and brown eyes, his mother, sitting helplessly in one of the mismatched chairs surrounding their clearly handmade dining table. His mother glanced at him then covered her face with her hands and continued sobbing. He ran out of the house and onto the dirt path towards his father.
"Pa!" he shouted. But after he got no response he ran faster and shouted louder.
But once he reached his father his lungs burnt with desire to say something, anything that will convince his father to stay; though he was unable to knowing deep down that his efforts would be fruitless. His father stopped walking and turned around to face him. Mihael stared straight into the platinum blond man, with fair skin and deep blue eyes that always reassured him. His father gave a small sympathetic smile that lasted way too short to be genuine. But that wasn't right. His father's face should be red and tear stained, he should be shaking, but the fight that only occurred moments ago was not evident on his father. He was holding a small bag probably filled with essentials ready for him for his leaving.
Wait. Why is he ready? Why was he ready to leave?
His thought could not conjure an answer. His father couldn't have expected to leave, to leave him.
His father kneeled down to look him straight in the eyes.
"You have to take care of them. I can't take you with me. Serbia will reunite and once it does I'll come back for you, all of you" his father looked back to the house. Mihael turned around to see his mother standing just outside the house holding his sister tightly.
His father draped onto his neck a red rosary and looked at him reassuringly.
"Pray for her" his father said with no real command but rather pleadingly.
Mihael turned around and walked back to the house, not turning around knowing that this would be the last time he sees his father yet not wanting this to be the last memory engraved in his mind of his father. His mother's hand tightly squeezed his shoulder stopping him from entering the house.
"Pray for him" she said.
He walked in and that was what he did. He prayed, he always prayed.
Please comment what you thought about the story so far and how I can better my writing. This story will have approximately four chapters. Although I should warn you that there will not be a death note, Shinigami or Light in this story; this story rather focuses on how Mello's character was shaped and how he got his alias.
