Disclaimer: i do not own death note or the characters. they are the property of tsugumi ohba.
Spoilers: Matt, Mello, Near, and L's real names.
Warnings: yaoi, prostitution, rape, bloodplay,abuse, violence, sex, and possibly drug content. tell me if i missed anything.
Pairings: Mostly MattxMello, but there is some MelloxNear and MattxLight. there are also references to LxLight.
Recap
Chapter 1
Miheal Keehl walked the halls of his high school. Last year, then came exams, and then, collage, where he should have already been had he bothered to go to school the year before. He sighed. Like he really cared about such things. He knew he was smart, but no one else did.
Nate Rivers walked up beside him, clutching his arm in a deadly grip. "Miheal! I missed you so much!"
"You saw me forty-five minutes ago. Before class, remember?"
"I know, but it felt so long, being away from you!"
He frowned. The only reason he'd even agreed to go out with him was to stop all his ridiculous notes and gifts, though this wasn't much better. Nate was so clingy. Not to mention Miheal wasn't really into guys. Regardless, anything was better than finding a locker full of love notes.
A crowd of teenage boys crowded around Miheal, pushing Nate to the back of the circle. Thank god! They where all competing for who would hang out with him over the weekend, but he had no desire to do anything. He'd rather be alone for once.
"Look, guys. All that sound cool, but I need a bit of time to myself, you know?" they all sighed and walked away. At least he hadn't flipped, like he had so many other times. He had a low tolerance for people.
He walked out of the school and scanned the scene. New York was the only place he could see himself. He loved the big cities of America, especially when he didn't have to listen to that obnoxious girlfriend of his talk. He was such a pest sometimes.
Something caught his eye: a black notebook lay in the grass, isolated from its owner. He walked over and picked it up. Naturally, he opened it to search for a name. Not so he could return it, but so he knew whose notes and secrets he had found.
But when he opened it, he didn't see a name. Instead, a written set of instructions stared back at him from black paper. "What the hell is this? 'Death Note: how to use'… what a load of shit." He dropped the note in its original place, but immediately ran back to it. "Okay, okay. Humor me."
He scanned the pages. "'the humans whose name is blah, blah, blah heart attack, blah, blah, blah…' so someone thinks I'll actually believe this shit kills people?"
He laughed, but shortly after, he scanned the vicinity, and then looked back at the notebook. "Death Note, eh?"
He searched for someone to test it on. Marks! He decided on Kyle Marks.
He pulled a pen from his back, and scratched the name into the Death Note. Forty-five seconds, eh? Ok. Thirty-four, thirty-three…"
He counted down, but once he reached zero, Kyle Gripped his chest in agony and fell to the ground. "Sweet!" he'd always hated Kyle, since he'd always beat Miheal in Soccer.
Nate found him at last, but before he reached him, he saw the lifeless body of Cannon lying on the field. "Oh my god! What happened?!" he clung to Miheal.
"I don't know. He just collapsed there. Weird, huh?"
"I wonder if he's hurt. Someone should go get help."
He started his journey home. "The team can deal with it."
He could feel Nate's eyes on him, but he didn't turn back. He'd killed someone, but he felt no remorse. It's not like he'd get caught, right.
He sighed as he entered his home. His mother and father where fighting again. He heard dishes breaking and a string of obscene screams. He knew the house would be destroyed, and he'd have to clean it up as well as play doctor for his lowlife parents. He started up the stairs. "What a load of shit!"
Past two doors stood Miheal's bedroom, directly across from the only bathroom in the house. He fell on his bed. No doubt things would never change for him. He'd always have to deal with Nate, he'd always get pummeled at school, and he'd always have a fresh bruise from when his dad came home drunk and his mom wasn't there to be his human punching bag. He stared at his newly acquired power, wondering if he really had the heart to kill his own parents.
He got up and turned his computer on. Of course, as soon as he was on, his screen crowded with messages from everyone in school. He hated that: none of them even really knew him. They didn't deserve to live.
Nate sent him a message, and he quickly exited out of all the others so he wouldn't have to hear any whining from him later.
NR132: Mail, did u hear? Theres gonna be a new student tomorrow.
Melloyello76: really? I never heard anything about that.
NR132: yea, I guess they just found out a few minutes ago. He's gonna be in our class. I heard it from Ren.
Ren. Of course she'd know. She was the principal's daughter. She was also Nate's best friend. Miheal was surprised he even had one.
Regardless, Nate started sending him a bunch of pointless messages. Mostly they just said how much he loved him, so Miheal told him he had to go and immediately signed off. He didn't have the time for such pointless chatter.
Something hit the stairs, and he rushed out of his room to see what had happened.
His mother lay there sobbing with purple, bruised skin and an arm bent strangely. He shut his eyes tight. This wouldn't be the first. Miheal had gotten both his arms and one of his legs broken from his father before. He'd had to lie to the entire school, once saying it was a car accident, the other two where bicycling. He couldn't help it: he didn't want people to know about his dad.
His dad stepped into the room, glaring down at the injured woman. "take her to the hospital, Miheal."
"Why me? You're the one who did it!' a fist came at Miheal's face, and he couldn't move quick enough to escape the blow. His head hit the stair behind him, and he could taste salt and rust in his mouth. Blood.
"Do what I say."
He pulled the woman up and draped her good arm around his neck. His keys where still in the truck, since he'd planned on escaping for the night anyway.
The woman sobbed at his side as they drove through the night in search of the hospital. Miheal just sat and listened to it. The sound was so familiar, it was almost comforting.
"Never had he broken and bones! Why now?"
"That's what you think." Miheal muttered, thinking she wouldn't hear.
"Miheal, that—that was from your father? It thought…"
"You thought wrong. Every injury I'd ever gotten was from him. It's not like anyone at school would even dare to fight me."
Her sobbing grew louder and her head fell on Miheal's shoulder. He and his mother never saw much of each other, and sensitivity was not something he was used to receiving, so he pretended not to notice the kind gesture. "We're here."
He pulled her out of the car and walked her into the emergency room. He sat her down on the chair, got the paperwork from the doctor, and handed to her. He started walking away after that. "Wait! Miheal, where are you going?"
"I have something I need to take care of. You can handle this yourself, right?" he continued out the door.
He entered the house cautiously, hoping his dad wouldn't notice his entry. Every light was turned off; maybe he was asleep. Miheal proceeded into the living room to find the man passed out with a bottle of scotch in hand.
He took the intoxicated man by the shirt collar and punched him before the he even knew what was coming. "You bastard! How could you do that to her? Do whatever you want to me, but if you ever do that again, I'll kill you!"
He got up, walking unsteadily toward his son. "Did you just punch me?" he asked with a slight slur.
"Your damn right I did!"
The man threw Miheal into the wall and pulled his head pack by his shoulder length hair. "You think your tough shit, don't you kid? You said you're gonna kill me… go ahead and try. I'd love to see a shrimpy little brat like you do anything to me." he dropped the boy, then kicked him in the stomach as soon as he could. "Get out of my sight."
Miheal rushed to his room, locking the door behind him. He knew his dad would want a bit more bloodshed later, but he wouldn't let it happen. He combed his fingers through his hair, and several stay, blond strands remained on his fingers.
"Bastard pulled my hair out." He said in a monotone voice. It's not like it was anything new to him.