Well… I got a random idea for another Death Note fanfic, and I decided to write it out, to see what it'd look like. I hope you all enjoy!

Death Note is not mine, but I do own the character (On another note, I am against SOPA XD).

Los Angeles was never known to be a quiet city. In this place, something was always going on, at any time of the day. People were either losing (or winning) their lives to the casinos, finding cheap love through prostitutes, or getting into trouble with the mafias that dominated the area. Complete strangers met for one night stands, while couples even had their rascally fun. It just wouldn't be Los Angeles without all this glamour and noise…

On the outskirts of this city, just in range of the fabulous blaring of sirens indicating that someone had won, there was a building. On the outside, it looked pretty beat up, but none too close to collapsing in on itself. The walls were painted in graffiti, and a window or two had a board covering some part of it. The door, unlike the other parts of the building, appeared stable, almost freshly put there. It was a sturdy metal door, menacing even, as if saying that if it were to be locked, it would never open again.

The interior of this building was much different than that of the outside. The furniture was made of expensive-looking leathers, with lush carpets and finely made walls. It was a two-story abode, complete with a living room, dining room, kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and an underground basement. Now, any normal person from Los Angeles would ask the same question, just from glancing at the outside of this house; Who in the world owned a home on the outskirts of the city?

The answer was enough to make one's blood chill. The house, as most people did not know, belonged to the infamous Mello and Matt, two notorious members of the mafia. Mello had demanded that he and Matt have their own private home—It was for purposes the other mafia members did not know, and for purposes they did not care to know. Mello and Matt had come from a strange orphanage for intellectually gifted children. However, no one in the mafia knew that, and did not bother asking about the details for either of them.

Still, it was rather odd for them to own this establishment. Matt frequently used the place as his rest stop, but Mello, the boy who had so strongly argued for this place, used it less than was expected. Often, Mello spent his nights in hotel rooms. Matt was always able to tell that Mello had been drinking, and that he had not been alone for the night. Yes, they were able to drink at their age. Being in the mafia sure had its benefits.

This happened to be a rare occasion. Matt had gone out for unknown reasons, leaving Mello to himself. He was sitting by himself in the basement, in what one would call self-loathing. He'd recently gotten a large scar on the left side of his face, and the fact that it was constantly reminding him of his failure was stressing him one. He sat on the cold basement ground, his back against the wall. Around him were a couple of chocolate bar wrappers, and in his hand, there was a fresh one. He was staring blankly at the wall opposite him, occasionally bringing the bar of chocolate to his lips, only to lick it mildly and let his arm drop again.

Finally, Mello sighed, shaking his head. 'I had it… God dammit, it was mine, and they got it back.' He was talking, of course, about the killing instrument, the Death Note. It was in that same explosion that scarred his face that he'd lost that damn notebook. Mello's empty hand made a tight fist. He still could not believe that he had lost it. After all that effort they'd put into getting it, it was gone all over again… Now what?

Mello groaned, pulling his knees to his chest and placing his head on them. Oddly enough, aside from the rage he felt, he felt lonely. Closing his icy blue eyes, Mello imagined himself standing with a pretty young girl. It started with him holding her, with the girl allowing him to forget his troubles with a killer smile and a reassuring voice. He'd just taken her soft, small hand and had begun to lead her away…

The air around Mello began to feel warm, which he found odd. He thought that perhaps, he'd leaned against the heater, and opened his eyes to see if that was it. As soon as his eyes were open, however, a loud thump hit the ground upstairs, and the air returned to normal. Instinctively, Mello's hand went to the gun fastened to his belt. He almost spat. 'What the hell? Is a cop actually choosing now to break into this place?' He was rather annoyed, and he wanted to deal with this intruder quickly.

As quickly and quietly as he could, Mello crept up the steps, stopping at the door that would bring him back to the first floor. He strained to hear any noise made on the other side, but surprisingly, none was made. Hesitating ever so slightly, Mello lightly pushed the door open, glancing around. The intruder was in the living room; He could tell because the living room was directly above the basement. And, thankfully for him, there was a wall he could pop out from. So, without another moment to waste, Mello stood, shoving into the archway to the living room, pointing his gun at the first unrecognized thing he saw while darkly ordering, "Freeze or die."

It took him a moment to register what was going on. When he did, Mello felt his face morph into one of confusion. There was no cop in the room, but there was a figure in there, and they were lying on the soft floor. They made no move to get up, or any move that indicated life, but Mello felt sure that this person was alive. They wore no shoes on their feet from what he saw. How could someone travel to this place without any shoes on?

Suddenly, the figure sat up, and his eyes met a crystal blue pair. He was able to tell that this figure was a girl, somewhere around his age, but… Something was a little weird here, aside from her confused expression. She had blonde hair just a half-inch past her shoulders, her bangs cut just above her eyes. Her skin was a little pale for such a hair color, but her eyes seemed to make up for that. The girl was dressed in a baggy white top, a white mini skirt, and had a few gold bangles around her wrists and ankles.

The two of them stared at each other for, what Mello thought was, the longest time. Finally, the girl slowly smiled, pulling herself to a stand. Mello steadied his aim, his face returning to its deadly stare. "Stay right where you are. I'm not afraid to shoot a girl."

The girl did not appear to be fazed by Mello's threat; In fact, she met it with a giggle. She took a step towards Mello, stopping abruptly, looking down. Mello couldn't help but think that the girl was fascinated with the feel of the carpet on her bare feet. She suddenly looked back to Mello, stepping forward once more.

Mello continued with his tough treatment, leaning back just a bit, his finger lightly pressing on the trigger. "Quit acting so stupid!" That outburst made the girl stop and stare at him again, her face confused. In that moment, Mello dropped his guard. A big mistake.

A second later, the gun had been shoved out of his hand, and he was sent toppling to the ground with the girl hugging him to her. They both landed, her on top, and she just kept giggling, laying her head against Mello's chest. Mello didn't know which emotion he felt more; Confusion, anger, annoyance, or, in some sick sense, lust? He wasn't given much time to figure it out, because a second later, the door opened to a very confused Matt…

The three of them were now sitting in the living room, with Matt and Mello on one couch, and the strange girl on another couch. Matt, being the designated voice of reason by himself (like he'd trust Mello to talk civilly), had explained to the girl that her actions had been wrong, and while she'd nodded to everything he said, Matt was sure the girl didn't quite get it.

"Anyway, now that that's done, why don't you tell us your name?" Matt looked directly at the girl through his goggles. She was tracing the ends of her hair lightly with her right hand, looking between the both of them. He decided to start. "I'll even start. My name is Matt, and the blonde boy is Mello."

Mello immediately sent him a dark gaze, but it was the girl's expression that intrigued him more. She seemed quite puzzled, and that expression showed up even before he introduced Mello. Her lips trembled for a moment, as if she was going to say something, but she ultimately decided against it. Instead, she said, in a light, bell-like voice "My name is Mira."

Matt smiled. At least they were making some progress. On to the next question. "Mira. How did you end up here? We had the door locked."

The blonde girl, Mira, looked around curiously, as if that question was something she had to think about. Matt's face began to show concern when Mira looked directly at him, shrugged, and said "I don't know. I just did."

It was hardly something he believed. Apparently Mello didn't believe her either. He stood up fervently, pointing an accusing finger at her while saying "Yes you do! There's a reason you wound up here!"

Mira gazed at Mello for a few long seconds before laughing cheerfully, shaking her head, blonde strands flying free. "Sorry, but I don't. Honest!"

Deciding it was better to just move on, instead of getting Mello worked up, Matt cleared his throat, making the other two be quiet. "It's alright Mira, you don't need to tell us. Just give me the name of a friend or relative we can drop you off with, and-"

"Oh, I don't have any relatives. Or friends," Mira interrupted, oddly chipper while saying that. Both boys gawked at the lanky blonde, then at each other, wondering what they should do. The look in Mello's eyes said that he wanted the girl gone. Matt, on the other hand, was too nice to allow such a thing to happen. He looked back at Mira, smiling gently, saying, "Well, you're welcome to stay here, so long as you offer your services to cooking and cleaning… Sorry, I just can't accept a free-loader."

Mello shot him a shocked, furious look, while Mira smiled brightly, nodding. "It's a deal then. Thank you very much!"

The blonde male had had enough with this. He forced himself to a stand, avoiding any looks to the girl, pulling his jacket on and heading for the door. "I'm going out. Don't wait up, I won't be back for the night."

Matt gave his usual farewell and good luck, and Mello was hoping it would stay that way as he began pulling the heavy door closed behind him. Unfortunately, he heard the chirp of Mira, and as he turned to tell her to shut up before the door slammed shut, two things happened. One, Mello saw, on her face, a dazzling smile to kill with. And second, the second before the door was shut, he heard Mira call to him, "Have a nice night, and be safe, Mihael!"

Well, that's that. I hope you enjoyed. Again, it was spontaneous. XD