A/N: Oh yeah, we're totally back to the prompt again. And maybe this little moment doesn't work in continuity, but I don't care because I thought it was a cool idea. XD
And sorry (again!) to any SDmDN readers that might still be hanging around! ._.;; The way classes are going, I'll probably still be working on my novel for another month or so, and I just can't give fanfics much attention until that's done. I'm so sorry to keep you guys waiting, but... the hiatus continues. T-T
Disclaimer: Still don't own a thing, peoples.
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Drabble 7 – Soichiro and Mello
Yagami saw his name with the eyes of a shinigami, his face with the eyes of a father. Already "Mihael" waited for death in unsure handwriting, but one thought refused to let him write "Keehl" – he looked the same age as Sayu.
"Where is it?" he suddenly demanded. "Where's your childhood? Your innocence? " The old man knew how odd it sounded, but he had to know... Could he do this? Did Mello - did this boy really deserve to die today?
Mello ran his thumb over the large red button, and he began to laugh.
"I left that in England. "
Boom.
