Bonjour! No I'm not French I just like sounding super fancy. Anyway I am new to the fan-fiction world. I love Anime especially Death Note so I thought "I should write a kinky Death Note alternate universe fan fiction" so this is the beginnings. This is in my favorite characters POV- Mello and his relationship with the totally awesome totally cute Matt. Just to let ya'll know I myself am a homosexual so there will be terms mentioned in this fan fic that may be offensive to some people so if you are offended easily please DO NOT READ. Kisses galore- Emmett
My name is Mihael but most people call me Mello, actually it's preferred. I'm not exactly what you expect a normal twenty-seven year old male to be like. I don't work in some boring nine to five job in some office with some jacked-up suit wearing assholes with too much authority. I don't have a girlfriend or a wife, I don't hang out in bars with friends drinking my life away and I defiantly don't have any demon spawn that most call children. No that life is not for me, I am much too complex for the standard. I am a gun wielding contracted killer. I dress like every day is like a fucking funeral, I'm addicted to chocolate, I'm emotional, I don't in general give a fuck about much and I am a fag. Yeah, yeah I know how controversial that term is but if you ask me it's the best innuendo I can use to describe myself. The word gay is far too complicated, especially these days, you tell someone your gay it could mean you're happy, that you dislike yourself or last of all that you are a man who loves other men. Homosexual is said in hush tones, whispered between old ladies at the hair salons and spelt out as H-O-M-O-S-E-X-U-A-L because it's such a filthy word and cock sucker, well that just offends everyone so fag is just fine to me. So now you know a little about me I guess you're kind of wondering why someone like me is a hitman. Well you know those traumatic moments in your life that completely fuck up the way you think well that's what happened to me. I watched my best friend and first love Near get killed and since then I have been, how would you say, uncontrollable and hell bent on revenge. Most of the time I end up killing someone I am contracted to kill other times it's someone I have managed to track down who had close tie ins with the person responsible for Near's death. I have managed to live off of being a hitman and have a steady roll in with orders because I do three things. 1. I don't ask questions except the necessary 2. I do what I am asked to do and when to do it and 3. I never stay in one place for too long that is how I survive. Of course no-one that I work for knows I like men that's not because I'm ashamed it's simply because it's none of their damned business. My life is rather a closed book, I guess until now. But I do have a pretty good reason to sit here and tell you this story, a reason you will learn at the end.
Now I never actually believed in love and I certainly didn't think that someone like me would ever be in love or be worth loving but everything changed for me three years ago.
I was twenty four years old at the time I had been contracted by a clan (for the purposes of this we will simply call them the clan) they had asked me to knockoff the leader of an opposing clan. Now normally I try to stay away from anything group related because it turns out once you piss one of them off it's like a domino effect which is how I got these burn scars on the left side of my face. I took the job for one reason; the money was phenomenal, if I added up the amount I received that year from the many different hits it still wouldn't compare to what I had been offered for the job, so of course because I am smart (that's sarcasm, that's my sense of humor) I took the job.
I knew very well where the rival clan was based so on a cold night I decided to be brave and go there just to see what my chances were in getting the job done quickly with little hassle.
I arrived just after midnight, now this was only a week after I was stupid enough to get mixed up with yet another clan, I had the left side of my face completely burned because of an explosives accident so there was yet again, because of money, in another twisted clan operation. But I had to do it, I already had a relatively outstanding reputation and even though I tended to move all around people knew how to contact me and where ever I was, no matter the time or day or cost I got to where I needed to be, despite the line of work I like to think I had excellent work ethic. As I approached what looked like an abandoned warehouse on the docks the only sound I could hear were the waves crashing against the rocks and the pier. The air had a salty smell to it and the coolness of the wind brushing against the bandage that wrapped around my cheek felt soothing. I knew the salty air would do no good to my shoulder length blonde hair that was more temperamental than I was but still I couldn't help but enjoy the scenery, cold, dark and quiet. Just the way I liked it.
The closer I got to the dimly lit warehouse the more I tried to tune into another noise other than the sound of the rolling waves, I couldn't hear anything, at least I had convinced myself that what I thought was soft whispering was just the wind. I could smell cigarette smoke in the air as I got closer. It was strange before that day I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes, but now if I can't smell them it almost feels unnatural, but I digress. I noticed a stack of empty crates up against the outside of the warehouse that led up to a small window, much too small for even me to squeeze through but still large enough for me to try and see in and evaluate the situation. I had no trouble climbing up and resting on my knees peering into the window with the one eye I had that wasn't covered in a bandage. I had been lucky really that I hadn't lost my other eye and I could still see perfectly out of it but because of where my burns were I had to have it bandaged up too. The warehouse was lit up by a single light and the glare of a small television that sat on a metal desk. I couldn't see anyone but I knew someone was there because of the cup of what assumed to be coffee still steaming that was placed on the same metal table as the television. I did become presumptions at that time, I had honestly thought that it was my lucky night and the rival clan leader would be in there alone…it was probably the stupidest thing I have EVER thought. I climbed down the crates and made my way to the entrance and placed my glove covered hand on the handle of the large sliding door.
I could feel something cold and hard pressing against my temple it was only after I heard the click of the safety taken off that I had registered it was a gun that was pressed against my skull.
"Take your hand away from the door, don't make any other movements or I will put a fucking bullet through your skull" a low seductive voice came from behind me