FULL Summary: Everyone was led to believe that using a Death Note was safe, that there were no consequences other than the nothingness of Mu. Not even the shinigami could have predicted the true twisted nature of the notebook; the death note leaves a flaw in each and every person that touches it, regardless of ownership, but some flaws are worse than others. MM, mpreg.
AN: ok so yes, this is mpreg. I don't do, nor do I like, genderbender fics.
Seriously though, before you go 'ewww mpreg!' give the fic a chance. I promise it to be different than most, and hopefully I can pull off what I want. At least read until I give the REASON for 'it'. That's all I'm asking. After that if you still don't want to read that's fine. XD
BTW this was one of the things on my list of DN fic prompts to write XD.
Suggested Listening: Full Circle by Creed
~Prologue~
Mello grunted from the effort, knowing that he shouldn't have been lifting, even if it wasn't something all that heavy. He smirked slightly, knowing Matt would give him an earful once he saw the apartment as clean as it was.
Mello was cleaning when he was supposed to be 'resting'. Practically bed rest at that point… but it wasn't in his nature to simply sit down all day and do nothing; he would go out of his mind first. As it was, he was already antsy and wanting to do his normal amount of exercise, though he knew he couldn't, literally couldn't.
So he was reduced to housekeeping for entertainment. That and his laptop; but he could only watch so many movies on it before he wanted to throw it across the room just for a change.
Mello glanced at the clock as he gathered the last of the cleaning supplies and noted that Matt would be back with the food and groceries soon.
He resisted the urge to hum softly as he wiped down the counter, leaning more heavily on it as his feet hurt too much to ignore anymore, and sighed instead. Maybe he should have put on some music while he worked?
Mello finished the counter and washed his hands, not wanting to ingest any of the chemicals he'd worked with, and grit his teeth at the sudden pain that shot up from his feet to his spine. He bit his lip to keep a groan in and instead hobbled his way to the living room.
Easing himself into the arm chair he sighed contentedly as the pressure on his feet went away, and in turn lessened the pain in his back. They still ached of course, but the immediate discomfort had receded.
It was getting harder and harder to move around, and he found the amount of time he was able to be on his feet, or doing anything even remotely strenuous, was far shorter than he would have liked.
Heaving a sigh Mello rested a hand on his heavily swollen stomach and thought about just how he had gotten into that mess.
-End Prologue-
AN: well wasn't that wonderfully vague. But I'm sure everyone knows what Mello's problem is by now, I'm telling you though it wont be normal fic. If you have read anything from me before you know my brain is twisted into a knot and comes up with some crazy shit. I haven't seen anything like what's planned, and I'm not sure if I'm the first to come up with something like this (somehow I'm doubtful... there's a LOT of fics i haven't read XD) so I hope everyone will like it.
Chapters may or may not be long. It will basically be whatever i feel like as I'm not putting constrains on the length like I usually do. (so chapters may be short like they were in Guns & Gold, or long like in End Transmission)
This is also posted FAR before what I scheduled so don't expect quick updates until ET is complete.
Now that my AN of doom is over,
review?