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Chapter 3
Kindergarten Days – They'll End Badly

Mello was apprehensive. As he skittishly walked through the classroom's entrance, his nervous system went into full terrorist alert. Well, full alert anyways. No longer could he hold his mommy's hands. He'd have to be a big boy now. Though... he wanted chocolate, (Scratch that; he needed chocolate, desperately.) the foreboding presence was eerie... or abnormal.

Light, fair-haired (he was prematurely going gray, though he was only six years old...) whisks suddenly popped up from in front of him and he almost belted. This kid... he was eating a toy. This wasn't just any toy, it was a state of the art, high-quality mechanized robot. How expensive! Also, how foolish his parents must be if they had knowingly allowed their child to gnaw on 'valuable' objects.

He caught eye contact with the boy. The boy didn't change his expression; he just kept staring at Mello.

At that point, Mello knew he would forever detest this kid.

Oh, how little he knew.

Sometime later, during nap time, Mello inconspicuously pulled out a large chunk of creamy caramel chocolate; not his favourite of all flavours, but hey, after all beggars can't be choosers. Slowly, he started chewing on it, all devouring the whole thing in a single gulp.

"Teacher! Teacher! That blonde kid's eating when he's supposed to be sleeping!"

"Thank you, Near, but shouldn't you be sleeping as well?"

The young boy's reaction couldn't have been more hilarious.

"Uhhh...ummm... arghhh... Hey look over there! It's GODZILLA!! Everybody run for your liiives!!" He began running around the classroom screaming, short little arms flailing frantically about, as if set aflame. Instantaneously, all the other kids—who had awoken from his screaming—began to imitate him unexplainably, running around yelling and shouting.

Mello sat there in his sleeping bag. Did this child seem to have the power to mind control other kids? 'Kinda...'

"Boys and girls! Settle down!! SETTLE DOWN!!" Ugh, she tugged at her length of hair, by the end of the day she'd be as bald as a Greasegetts. Er, umm, whatever that meant.

Half an hour later, Mello and Near were sitting side by side, in detention. Mello slumped in his seat. They glared at each other determined staring contest. Once they were satisfied that their message had been cleared, they looked away.

'All this, it's his fault... ALL OF IT!! Hmmph, and the teacher stole my chocolate.

'Heh, at least she took Near's stuff too.'

He silently took a glance towards Near. He'd beat him, one day, even if it killed him...

Whether the objective was to be the greatest reader, cutest boy in class, or best companion, he'd win.

Years later, those intentions turned to the aspirations of being the world's supreme detective: L.


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