Me: FUCK YOU EVIL PLOT BUNNIES!
Mello: What's with you?
Me: New story idea...
Mello: Oooo... k?
Me: Just, disclaimer, now.
Mello: This girl doesn't own Death Note.
"Mello, are you sure about this?" Matt asked warily. "I mean, adopting a child, and from Wammy's?"
"Matt, when am I not sure?" Mello snapped.
"Right... hey, isn't this Roger's office?"
"Yeah," Mello said opening the door he'd hoped he'd never have to open ever again... EVER!
"Matt, nice to see you again. Mello..." Roger said. Really, both men were shocked to see Roger still working there. Was he immortal or something?
"Uhm, Roger, can we ask you something?" Matt asked awkwardly, not really sure how to ask the man who had watched the two of them grow up.
"Sure."
"Could we, uh... we..."
"Could we adopt a kid?" Mello finished, knowing when Matt got nervous, he would take forever to spit it out.
Roger blinked, and then blinked again.
"I knew I should have kept a closer eye on you two," the old (immortal?) man sighed. "They always said, 'Roger, keep a close eye on Mello and Matt. Something is bound to happen with them,'."
Matt and Mello ignored this and went on a walk about their old home. They made it to their old room and heard a shouting girl in there.
"Shut the fuck up, Tia! You know you'd take it up the fucking ass from every guy in this fucking orphanage! And if you fucking touch my fucking stuff again, I'll fucking murder you in your fucking sleep!"
Opening the door slightly, they saw two girls, one teenager, curled up in a corner, and a little girl, not even four, who was the one shouting.
The little girl had blond hair that was put up in one side pigtail. (Like Misa's, only with one pigtail not two)
Mello smiled and Matt knew that smile. He knew that Mello liked this girl; probably saw himself in her.
Tia, a brunette with frightened blue eye mouthed help and the little blond turned around. They saw that she had bright emerald eyes. Her hair matched Mello's and eye were so close to Matt's.
"Who the fuck are you two dick suckers?" she yelled. Mello was so happy he was practically floating away.
"The people who are going adopt you," Mello said, making both girls beam.
"Mira is getting out of here?! Yes!" Tia looked so happy.
"I can get away from this stealing bitch!" Mira squealed. "Wait. Why me?"
"Mello here can see a bit of himself in you," Matt said.
"Mello?" both girls asked. "As in Mello that was number two and helped in the stopping of Kira, Mello?"
"Yup, and my sidekick, Matt," Mello said, having a total ego boost.
The three walked to Roger's office. A bad ass ex-mafia member and a video game addict (Mello got him to quit smoking) would make perfect parents for an out of control, easily pissed off three year old with some swearing issues. NOT!
Roger cowered as both Mello and Mira walked into his office.
"You're taking Mira?!" he asked in shock.
"Yup! I'm leaving this fucking place, dipshit!" Mira shouted.
"... She's perfect for you..." Roger sighed.
Three months later...
Mira sat at her desk, pale ice blue goggles over her eyes.
"Father," she called out. Mello can running into her room.
"Yes?"
"... When is Dad coming back?" she asked.
Mello sighed, looking out at the Edinburgh skyline. "I don't think he is, Mira..."
Much, much, later...
"Fucking hell, Father! Today is my first day of fucking high school and you leave it until the last fucking minute to wake me the fuck up!" yelled a thirteen year old Mira. M. Keehl.
"Mira, what have I told you about taking your katana to school?" Mello said as he saw his adoptive daughter put a blade into her bag.
"But this isn't my katana! It's my butterfly knife..."
"No, Mira, no..." he sighed.
Mira rushed out of the apartment, her hair in the same style as it had been since she was adopted, but now with auburn streaks, into the early Tokyo air.
She took a deep breath as she walked though the school gates. She was finally in high school, and the best in Tokyo, too. Reading some stories on her phone, she walked to the gym, where all the new students went to.
She saw lists on all the walls, like the ones that were back at Wammy's. She eventually found one with her name, happy that her full name wasn't up on the list.
A girl, around her age with short white hair and dark brown eyes stood next to her. Mira was taller than the girl, but something told her this girl was trouble.
"Hello, my name is River Nima, and you are?" the albino girl asked.
"Keehl Mira. What the fuck do you want from me?" Mira spat, annoyed by the kid. She could tell that the girl was from somewhere in Great Britain, she had a small accent behind her Japanese, just as Mira did.
"That's the last name of one if the people my dad grew up with." Nima pointed out.
"And yours is the same as my father's rivals. Look, cock sucker, I've got two words for you. The first is big, and the second is whoop!"
Mira then looked back at the list and realised this girl was in her class. Great...
The blond growled as she got home, seeing that her father was already home.
"I take it school is a cock sucking bitch," Mello said.
"No, just this bitch in my classes, Nima!" Mira said, flopping herself on the couch and started playing some violent, R rated, video game.
"She's a total sheep! Really! I just wish she was one of these characters," the girl hissed, killing another enemy.
"It'll be fine, Mira. Just ignore the bitch, and if that doesn't help, beat the living shit out of her sorry fucking existents."
Mira hugged her father. "Thank you, Father. You are the best!"
Me: Yes... Mira is just like me... all but the butterfly knife and katana... they are both illegal in Australia...
Mello: What kind of father am I?
Me: The one that my dad is just like!
Mello: Great... she's insane with a crazy dad...
Me: YUP! Now... REVIEW!