Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, any characters from Death Note or any labels mentioned within. All rights go to the creators. I only own this plot line and original characters.
Warning: The following contains reference to child abuse and rape, along with sexual situations and alcohol usage.
March 4, 2010. Eight and a half years had passed since his parent's death, but Mello still found himself saddened by the anniversaries of what would have been their birthdays. L and B had snapped him out of moping on the anniversary of their death day, as it was the day after his birthday.
Today was Friday. Mello found himself lost in thoughts, drifting through the halls without watching where he was going. One week from now would be the start of spring break and everyone was busting with plans and ideas of what to do and who to party with.
Since his parent's deaths Mello had developed a sort of addiction to chocolate. Needless to say, L and B had more than enough money to keep cases of chocolate in the house-rather, manor-he stayed in. He was a junior, had started school at seven in third grade. He was technically a grade ahead but his test scores allowed him to be much higher. Mello only allowed himself to be one grade ahead.
He had passed through school easily, taking top of his class all the way to high school. He had made several friends along the way, such as Naomi Misora, Misa Amane, Light Yagami, and Nate Rivers, also known as Near.
He had taken to wearing black clothes, saying that he liked the way the blue of his eyes and the yellow of his hair contrasted it, as well as his fair skin. The older he got, the more ragged he allowed his hair to become, eventually having it cut in choppy layers. He also took to wearing black nail polish as he realized he was bisexual.
In high school L and B had opted to join high school, as they were of early college years and craved the experience. The moment B and Naomi had met sparks had flown. They hated one another, challenged one another, teased and fought and loved one another. L and Light had automatically hit it off, intriguing each other and finding minds to match the other. They refused to get together, though, despite the fact that it was painfully obvious that they loved one another. They were openly gay, but seemed to believe the other was only interested in friendship.
Misa was a short, blonde girl with pigtails and the attention span of a squirrel. She wasn't dumb, per say, but hyper as the Energizer Bunny and simple minded. Mello sometimes wished he could have her naïve mind and not be weighed with truth.
Near was an albino-looking child. In truth, he avoided the sunlight because he had sensitive skin and eyes and would develop migraines. No one knew as to why his hair was white, but no one asked. He was quiet and when he did talk it was in an awful monotone, with no life or emotion. Many believed Mello to bully Near because Near always did better than him at school. This wasn't true, Mello simply couldn't stand that the boy never showed emotion. Mello was always trying to stir some reaction, but never succeeded.
So lost in thoughts, Mello didn't notice where he was going and found himself in his last class just before the bell rang. He drifted to his seat and wondered why he was still in school. He could pass exit level courses in fifth grade. L and B were schooling him on the side in sociology, psychology, medical practices, foreign languages and core classes.
Perhaps he stayed for his friends? No, that couldn't be. He could simply hang out with his friends anytime he wanted. Then, maybe he wanted the experience? No, Mello found high school to be ridiculous. There was so much drama and far too many things he didn't enjoy dealing with on a day to day basis.
Mello would never admit it, but he stayed for the distraction. Everything to him was a distraction from the visions of his parents, dead in the front of the car. He had developed post-traumatic stress disorder and had frequent nightmares.
What Mello would never speak of though, was what happened in the three days he was in the care of an orphanage. It was the most horrible thing he had ever been through, and he had no desire of repeating it.
"Hey Mello!" called Light, apparently trying to gain his attention. Mello looked over in a daze, snapping out of his trance when he noticed the lecture was over and the students were filing out. Damn, he'd been out longer than he thought.
"What's the matter, the school man-whore phasing out?" Misa taunted lightly. Mello grimaced.
It was well known around his school that he was bi, and that if they proved worthy of his stamina and force, he would sleep with them without hesitating. L was concerned about this, but couldn't seem to be able to do anything about it. So, as long as Mello stayed safe, he would allow it.
Mello wasn't proud of this fact, but at school and even home now, he was a façade. He hated it, but he had to maintain it. What would anyone say if they found out? No, that could not and would not happen.
Mello drove home on his motorcycle, a sixteenth birthday present from Whammy. Thoughts continued to swim through his head about what he would do with his weekend. Misa was throwing a party and her sister would be home, but her parents gone. That would work.
He spent the rest of his Friday night studying. The final weeks before breaks of any sort were full of exams.
Several hours and countless chocolate bars later, Mello retired himself to sleep and swore to finish the books the next morning.
He was sitting in the backseat of the car, listening to his parent's quiet chatter and working with a Rubrics Cube that he got for his birthday. Tires started screeching and he looked up. A blinding light came from his left and he heard his mother scream. He ducked down and felt the shattering impact that sent him flying right.
Looking up, he saw the bodies, cried to his parents.
The fireman pulled him out of the car and told him what he already knew. "They're dead, kid, you can't bring them back."
The scene shifted. Suddenly he was in front of an orphanage with a case worker. "I already have guardians," he protested. "I don't need to be here!"
"Your guardian needs to go through the court systems to make sure he can take care of you," she assured him. "It's only for a few days." This was said as he was escorted down a hallway to an office. The door creaked open and he was greeted by a tall, raven haired man with square framed glasses.
"I assume you're Mihael?" the man asked kindly, extending a hand.
Mello took his hand slowly but shook firmly. "Mello. And you are?"
As the case worker left and shut the door, the raven replied, "I am Teru Mikami."
Suddenly this Mikami guy grabbed Mello and turned him around. "We're going to have lots of fun. Be quiet now."
The next hour was hell on earth. Mello was left on the floor, naked, humiliated and bleeding. Mikami dragged him to his feet and made him get dressed before leading him down a hallway.
"This will be your room for your stay here. And you won't be here very long, will you? Well, we'll be seeing lots of each other then, won't we?" An evil smirk fell on the man's features and he shoved Mello into the bedroom. The door slammed shut and blackness overtook everything and Mello was falling… falling… Where was his father? His mother? Where were they?
Mello shot bolt upright in bed, covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat and panting. The nightmares appeared to be back. Mello sighed and dragged himself out of bed to take a hot shower.
This was going to be a long weekend indeed.
Mello strode through the door to hear pulsing base and smell the stench of alcohol. The creak of leather sounded and a sharp snap made everyone within a five foot radius turn. Eyes lingered on Mello, who was clad in a sleeveless leather vest that ended right above his belly button. Tight leather pants hugged his slim legs and defined the muscles in his thighs and calves. Not to mention the laces up the front, riding dangerously low on his hips and clearly outlining his package. To top it off he had clunky black
combat boots, complete with chains and buckles.
Everyone in the room that saw him got excited and hopeful. Anyone who attended parties knew his outfits and what they meant, and this was his conquest outfit. He was hunting.
Mello wove his way expertly through the throngs of people dancing to the music to find Misa at the bar with Gevanni.
"Hey Gevanni. You playing tonight?" Mello asked as Misa made him a rum and coke. As he got the drink Gevanni responded with a yes and drained his drink.
"I must be going now. Bye Misa, Mello," he called as he made his way to the stage.
Gevanni was the vocalist of a local band and often played at house parties. Kiyomi was the drummer and Halle was the main guitarist. Wedy was the base guitarist and back up vocalist. The band was named Scene.
Scene had been growing more and more famous over the past months and had taken to traveling from the suburbs of L.A to Las Vegas, Seattle, and Phoenix. Because of their strong connections with Misa, however, they still were willing to do house parties for her.
Mello watched as people began to crowd around the stage, waiting for Scene to begin. Mello wove his way through the crowd, checking out guys and girls alike, looking for his next one night stand. Suddenly, Gevanni's voice began to ring out as the music started with him.
The situations
Are irrelevant now
She loves the way that I tease
I love the way that she breathes
I touched her (ooh)
She touched my (ahh)
It was the craziest thing
I love the girls who hate to love
Because they're just like me
Mello made his decision that he would have a girl tonight. He began scanning the crowd while thoughts rang in his head. That one was too slutty, this one was too affectionate. That one would read more into it and think there was a relationship.
A certain girl
She took my hand and ran it
Up her thigh
She licked her lips
And pulled my hair
I fall in love for a night
She can't behave
And I'm just a slave
Don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes
Mello smirked. This song was so like him. It made sense and was true. That's all he would love for, is a single night. And he was never there when the morning came. Oh, that girl was pretty. Didn't look like a bimbo, or a slut. Mello watched as she wove through the throngs of people to him. She obviously wasn't wasted either.
Darling, what is going on?
Honestly, that never happened.
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
Dying is your latest fashion!
The girl beckoned with a finger for Mello to follow and as she walked away, he allowed his eyes to drift to her ass. She has a nice ass, proportionate to her body and she walked with a sinful sway to her hips. Mello bit his lip as his eyes travelled her form. She had long, silky, light brown, which tumbled to her mid-back. She wore a black tank top, a red skirt that ended halfway down her thigh. She had red and black plaid knee high socks and black converse, and somehow made the outfit work. A familiar tightness was growing in the front of Mello's pants.
He followed her into an empty room where the door slammed shut behind him. He looked around the dimly lit room and saw the girl smirking at him. She advanced towards him, backing him against the door and pressing her lips to his.
Grabbing her shoulders, Mello pushed her back a bit. "You sure you know what you're getting into?" He asked apprehensively. He certainly didn't want her getting clingy.
She rolled her eyes. "You and I are both stressed and looking for a good fuck. No strings attached no emotional commitments and no hard feelings. I got it. Now shut up and kiss me," the girl demanded before crushing her lips to his again. Mello responded this time, kissing her back forcefully and flipping their positions so she was against the door.
"I at least deserve a name," he whispered huskily in her ear.
"Kiki. And it's good you know it; you're going to scream it!" Kiki replied, shoving Mello onto the bed.
'A challenge. How refreshing,' Mello thought to himself as lips were brought to his again.
They aggressively stripped each other, biting, clawing and scratching each other thoroughly along the way. Mello rolled on top of her and entered with one thrust.
Kiki flipped their positions again and straddled him in turn, digging her nails into his stomach and riding him with ease, tilting her head back and moaning. Mello took hold of her hips and they met a steady rhythm, thrusting harshly and quickly. The sound of skin slapping skin, harsh pants and low moans echoed through the room.
Mello pulled her off of him and threw her on the bed again, sliding on top of her and thrusting in once more. She cried out in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his hips, thrust for thrust. Mello leaned down and bit her collar bone gently, sucking at her pulse point. Her back arched off the bed and she tightened around him, crying out in ecstasy.
Mello followed soon after, withdrawing quickly as he came hard. Sliding off of her, he collapsed onto the mattress and tried to catch his breath.
After a few moments, Kiki dragged herself off the bed and went to the connecting bathroom, grabbing two washcloths. Wiping herself off, she sauntered back into the bedroom and tossed the other cloth at Mello, who caught it and cleaned himself off.
As they got dressed, Mello asked, "You aren't a slut…"
"Yeah? And?"
"Why were you so cool with this? I mean, usually only sluts are okay with this kind of stuff."
"My boyfriend Sammy cheated on me and tonight I confronted him about it. He said that I couldn't get anyone else so I should shut up and be thankful he stayed with me, so I dumped him. As I was walking away he said that I'd never get anyone else and I saw you and recognized that look, and I needed to let off steam and spite him. Thus, we had sex. Awesome sex, if I might add," she explained as she dressed.
Mello finished dressing and watched her. "You're pretty cool. You think we could be cool after all this?" he asked. He'd never asked a girl to be friends after sleeping with them, and didn't know how to go about it.
Kiki smiled genuinely and replied, "Yeah, that'd be cool." She then opened the door and was met with a boy who was staring in shock and horror. After smelling the reek of sex leaking from the room he turned his eyes to Kiki, who was smirking. She raised a hand and back handed him, hard. Then she strolled away, into the crowd and made her way to the bar.
Mello stared after her. "Damn," he murmured and went to the bar to get another rum and coke. Maybe this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all.
AN: Yes, I added Mikami just because I don't like him, and now you all have reason not to like him! I'd like to know what you all think of Kiki and whether or not she should make another appearance. I also know that we don't like Melloxanyone else, and I'm sorry. This scene was needed to explain Mello. Forgive and review?
Song used: Situations by Escape the Fate