Author's Note: Third in my prompt list, Mello's POV talking about… Fire XD 'cause that was the prompt.
Warnings: Umm, not much. I guess just that I filled in Mello's parent's deaths etc. That's just it. Oh, and spoiler XD
Disclaimer: Don't own. End of.
Dedications: The prompters!
:D
Fire
When I was three, my mother died. She was a beautiful, talented woman who deserved nothing more than to live a full, happy life. But she didn't. She died.
Life's like that sometimes.
When I was four, my father died. He couldn't live without my mother. He just decided it one day, I guess, and got really drunk. More drunk than he'd ever been before, then tossed the rest of the bottles round the house. Lit a cigar, sat on the sofa and smoked it nearly to the filter. Then dropped it into the pool of vodka around his feet.
It was a Wednesday. I was at school when my father destroyed everything I knew.
When I was fifteen, L died. He was the closest thing I'd had to a father since the fire, and I think it broke me. I could deal with my mother dying, my father killing himself, my house and home burnt to ashes, the beams exposed and gaping holes forming staring eyes in the walls. But I couldn't deal with a man I only saw maybe ten times a year dying.
Stupid.
When I was twenty, I blew myself up. I don't seem to be able to get away from the fire, do I? It's cleansing, some people say, it purifies the soul. That's why they cremate bodies sometimes. I need to be cleansed.
At twenty one, enough was enough. Someone had to stop Kira, and I'd stopped caring quite so much about who got the credit for it. I was going to stop him, myself.
In the end, it was a heart attack that got me. But the flames were coming, the whole time. You don't ever leave stuff like that behind – like I said. I dealt with my father leaving me to fend for myself, never pausing to think I needed him. But the fire never forgot that really, I should have been in the house too.
Eventually, it got me.
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Lemon
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