Author's note: Hey there! This is the first chapter of my first story. I'm German so sorry if my English is not so good. I hope you like it nonetheless.:)
Summary: This story is a biography of Mello from the Manga/Anime Death Note. It's mainly about the friend/relationship between Matt&Mello.
Warnings!: There will be LEMON in this story, which will be in later chapters though.
I don't own Death Note or any of its characters...unfortunately.
So now enjoy my story. And please REVIEW!XD
Mello(Mihael Keehl)-Biography
- December 13th of 1989:
It was cold and stormy. The future mother of a little boy had no chance to get to a hospital for giving birth to the baby. She was already in labour and had pain.
Because of the storm, the power was out so that she had to get over with the birth in this cold and small house.
At least her husband was there to hold her hand, but he was in pain too, because his wife firmly squeezed his hand.
After the birth, the father took the newborn baby in his arm and said, smiling, "it's beautiful. Our Mihael." Yes Mihael. That was the name of the little boy. His parents were really happy. Still...
- December 13th of 1992(From now on Mello's POV):
I had my third birthday, though my parents didn't seem to bother about it. They were once again busy to argue about nothing. But this time the fight was even worse than usual. I cried and was afraid, that something bad happened to my mother.
During the last three years my parents cared always less about me. All the time I was swept aside like dust. They played with me very rarely, that's why I was in my room mostly. I painted or did other things, nonetheless it was very boring.
Once, my father even slapped me, because I asked, in his opinion, a stupid question. He said I shouldn't ask stupid questions.
In the course of time, my mother got ill. She was sick and threw up often. My father cared about her, but her state became worse. After weeks she finally got to a hospital and the doctors noticed she had cancer. Unfortunately too late. My mother died and I locked myself in my room and cried for days. I cried always worse, because my father knocked on my door, screaming I should get out, instead of consoling me with a friendly voice. I vowed to never get out of my room again, otherwise I would have gotten slapped really hard.
I had nobody. I had not a single friend, who consoled me.
- December 3rd of 1993:
It rang. My father went to the door and gave no sign that he was very angry a moment before, because I didn't get out of my room. At the door was an old man, who introduced himself as Roger. My father greeted him friendly and let him in. "Can I may have a coffee, please?" Roger asked politely. I carefully went to my door and pressed my ear at it to listen. I heard my father and Roger talk, didn't unterstand about what, though.
Suddenly, I heard steps comming towards my room. It knocked. "Mihael. Can you open the door, please?" It was Roger. "But then I'll get in trouble." I answered. "Please come out, Mihael. Nothing will happen to you." Reassured me Roger. I moved my hand slowly to the key, which was stuck in the door's lock. I turned it and opened the door. Then I looked out and saw Roger. "Hello, Mihael. May I come in?" He asked politely. I nodded. My eyes were red from the crying and I sobbed. "Where's my daddy?" I asked with a low voice. I was afraid my father would see me. "He's outside for a walk. I said him that I want to speak with you. I have some questions to you. Is that okay?" I thought about it a moment then murmured, "Yes. Okay."
Then Roger began to ask: "Why do you live alone with your father now?", was the first question. "My mommy was in hospital. Then she went to heaven. I miss my mom. My daddy never hugged me." Roger had compassion and took me in his arms. "I'm sorry Mihael. Just one more question. Do you want to get away from here?" He asked. I clung to Roger and began crying again. Roger patted my back and said with a low voice, "It's good. Let it out. If you come with me, it will be better. There are are a lot of children in your age. They're also as smart as you. It would be your advantage. I want you to be happy, Mihael." I slowly stood up. I kneeled in front of my bed and pulled out an old suitcase, which laid under it. I laid it down on top of the bed, opened it and packed the most important things. It was not much. Just a few toys, some clothes and a stuffed toy dog, which I got from my mom. I wanted to get away from my father as fast as possible. As I finished packing, Roger took the suitcase in his right hand and me at the other. Then we headed off to the Whammy's House, where I should live in the future.
The Whammy's House was an orphonage for very gifted children, who aimed for getting the successor of L, the world's best detective.
A/N:That was the first chapter.I'm sorry it's so short. The next will be longer. I hope you liked it and will also read the following chapters. I will post the next chapter during the next week. Until then!^-^b
