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Mello threw his door open and entered his room. He knew Matt would leave him alone for some time so he had the room for himself for now. Which was good because he felt like tearing everything apart.

'Arggh! Stupid Roger!'

He took off his shirt and dark jeans to replace them with clean ones from his closet. Chocolate is amazing, but certainly not if it's spilt all over your clothes.

Mello pulled his clean shirt over his head and let out another frustrated growl. 'It wasn't even my fault this time! Roger always takes Near's side.'

He grabbed the nearest object within reach, a shoe, and threw it through the room, not caring where or what it would hit. It hit his own desk and the powerful throw swept everything that was on his desk on the floor with loud noise. The many study books and papers fell on the floor with the sound of a small avalanche.

Mello watched silently how the last book fell to the ground and sighed. It doesn't matter how mad he is, his books can't have much damage. He needed them to study and finally become better than Near.

He began to pick up the books off the floor and put them back on his desk while muttering bad wishes to Roger. When he almost cleared the floor he noticed a certain book that he didn't recognize immediately. He raised an eyebrow and reached out for the black notebook.

This is the notebook I found outside in the bushes after our game of soccer.

He couldn't see any name on the cover so he flipped it open, curiously looking at the pages on the inside. There were normal lined pages as in any other notebook, but in the front were pages where something was already written… it looked like rules.

' The human whose name is written in this note shall die,' he said mumbled. He read the next rule. 'This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.'

He watched the next one unbelieving and shook his head. 'If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.'

He threw the notebook back on his desk. Just a stupid childish game or something. There's no way a book can kill someone.

He turned around, but stopped halfway to look back again at the notebook.

Then again… if it's just a joke it wouldn't hurt.

He sat down at his desk and took a pen. He opened it and began to write a name on the first page of the notebook.

Roger Ruvie

His name was known as he hadn't an alias like all the children in the orphanage. Although he wouldn't really die of a heart attack, it felt good to write his name down. Especially after the totally unfair punishment. A week without chocolate? Hell no.

He checked the clock on the wall in the room and rolled his eyes. The notebook said after 40 seconds. Well, they were gone already. Nothing happened and he was still without his beloved chocolate.

Maybe I can steal some from the kitchen at night…

He grabbed a book from his desk, wanting to study on his bed. He never even reached the bed before the door slammed open.

Mello jerked around and sent the person who dared to bother him a venomous glare.

Matt stood panting in the door opening as if he had run the whole way. 'Mels!'

His gaze softened by the sight of his best friend. Though he couldn't help but feel worried. 'What's wrong, Matt?'

The redhead took a deep breath to calm down a bit. 'Roger suddenly collapsed in the middle of the canteen. He was giving everyone his "think of your manners" speech when he gasped, grabbed at his chest and collapsed on the ground. They say he had a heart attack.'

Mello's eyes widened in shock. Heart attack?!

'A… heart… attack… are you sure?' he said breathless.

Matt nodded. 'I'm sure. Some of the others that were in the canteen knew what a heart attack looked like. The staff that came running tried CPR on Roger and the alarm number was called. It's chaos downstairs! It was so unexpected.'

'Really? I mean, wasn't Roger already really old?'

Matt looked at him weirdly. 'Roger was in his sixties, Mels. He wasn't that old.'

'Oh… maybe the stress became him too much?'

I can't tell Matt about the notebook. Does this mean it wasn't a joke? It really kills people? Oh god, I murdered someone!

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he was pulled out of his thoughts. Matt let go of his shoulder. 'Are you alright? You're beginning to look really pale.'

Mello shot him a small smile. 'Yeah, I'm good. Just shocked by the sudden news.'

The siren of an ambulance sounded in the distance and Matt rushed the room out. 'I'm going to watch the ambulance arrive!' he said before he disappeared from view.

Mello blinked and slowly sat down on his bed, studying forgotten. He knows the ambulance wouldn't make a difference. It can't be coincidence that not long after he wrote Roger's name down in that notebook he got a heart attack.

It's real.

He stood up and went slowly to his desk, picking up the black notebook in his hands. He opened it and saw Roger's name on the first page where he wrote it down. The first few pages in the front had more rules he first didn't bother to read, but now…

When the shock went away his mind became clearer. Many new possibilities had opened with the power he possessed with this notebook.
With this notebook he can be the best for once, even better than Near! He could take revenge on the people who murdered his parents when he was little. He could become a better detective than he had ever dared to dream about!

Mello clutched the notebook firmly against his chest and chuckled. A wide grin spread across his face as his future looked much more brighter than before.