A/N: Here it is, another story.

It's kind of hard to imagine that only this summer I was a dead stand-still. Hope you like it, it's my 25-promot meme, and it's just like inspiration on a silver platter.

So...here we go! Enjoy!


Here goes everything...

thought Mello. He put his right foot forward, than his left, and then he was walking. The pang the icy rain was sending down his spine was almost unbearable. And to think I was safe and warm a minute ago.

By the time he reached the gate, Mello was soaked through to the bone. His clothes were sticking to him like a second skin, and at this point, his sorry excuse for a coat was just making it worse. It was pitch black outside, the only light coming from a room on the second floor of Wammy's house, the room of the only boy who wouldn't sleep tonight.

The rain started coming down harder and harder, and Mello had to squint to see the padlock he was fumbling with. After a minute of battling with the lock, the gate creaked open, but not before a gust of wind carried it in between Mello's eyes.

He rubbed the place where the metal had struck him, holding back the urge to fall apart and walk back to Wammy's with his tail between his legs.

No, going back would mean he was weak, and that he couldn't handle himself, and Mihael Keehl was not about to admit to being weak.

Maybe that's what kept him walking through the sheets of rain until the little light at Wammy's was just a small speck.

Plunged into the darkness.

Plunged into the cold.

Plunged into the rest of his life, off the deep and with no water wings to save him.


A/N: To be continued...

I'll be updating these in increments of 2 or 5, depending on my schedule and what's done and worth posting.

Reviews Anyone? But no flames. I recently recieved one and it burns like hell.