A.N: I finally got an idea for Mello' birthday and this came up! I was walking home from school while writing and erasing the air [yes… I think I might take up that habit… That's how I got this idea] when I finally got this idea! And I really hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Death Note

P.S: Mello is turning 21! [D.O.B: December 13, 1989]

P.P.S: I'm so happy! This is my 6th story :D

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Mello's Birth

"Congratulations Mrs. Keehl, you have a beautiful baby boy," the doctor said. In his hands lay a crying newborn wrapped in a pale blue blanket, pale and pink with already-growing blonde hair. Mrs. Keehl was in tears of joy.

"Can I hold my baby?" she said through her quavering voice. The baby felt light in her arms. And it felt as if the baby had always belonged there.

"Sweetie, look at him," she said to Mr. Keehl who had just stepped into the room. "Isn't he beautiful?" She handed the baby to his father. Mr. Keehl looked just as proud and happy as his wife. He nodded in silent awe.

"What should we call we call him? What about Michael?"

"No… Let's give him a unique name. I know he'll grow up to be special."

"How do you know? Are you a fortune teller all of a sudden?" he mused. She chuckled and gestured for him to sit down beside her. She wanted to look at the baby properly. Taking the baby and looking at the sleeping child, she said to him:

"Let's name him Mihael," she smiled as the baby moved a little at the sound of his new name.

And so, Mihael Keehl was born.

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Tada! Ok, I ask that you keep reading the chapters because… Well, I have my explanation in the next chapter, actually.