And if you close your eyes,

Does it almost feel like

You've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

_Bastille_

- Mihael PoV -

I stare at ceiling wondering what should be my next move. The tv blabs in Japanese, but I ain't listening at all. After reading all the data on the case, after hearing all the stories on the Life Note, after sharing all our information we ended up with two certainties and a very unpleasant conclusion.

First, Amane was not the one bringing me back to life. For two reasons. She never saw my face and she never knew my name.

Second certainty, she didn't know Nate's surname either. Sure Light discovered it the day of his death, but there is no way for her to know it.

Conclusion. The culprit, or better said, a culprit, has to be someone knowing all those things.

Maybe she revived someone we met.

The nasty part is that this person might as well be someone in our team. Maybe one of Nate's agents or one of the Japanese.

Whatever the case, it sucks. Why the hell did they bring me back to life?! What the fuck am I doing here?

I shouldn't have called Anna, I shouldn't have met anyone.

I was just scared.

First I am in that...place...and then I am standing in the middle of a burned building, naked and freezing.

If L came back in Anna's kitchen it means that the person who wrote my name was in Japan. That would clear up from all suspicions any person in our team. However, we don't know enough on the Life Note to say that for sure. Just like the Death Note permits to manipulate the killing part, the Life Note might do the same with the reviving.

Unfortunately Anna and L have no intention to test it.

"OOOOUCH! IT HURTS!"

In anger I punched the wall with too much strength. Bad habit. With my luck this time it was a concrete wall. With all the drywalls you have in a skyscraper how the hell I managed to hit the only one made of concrete?!

"SHIT!"

I hit the wall again, this time conscious of my actions but totally uncaring of the consequences. My hand is screwed up anyway.

When I finally calm down I look at my hand and I unwillingly bring it under cold water.

Annoyed, I realize that someone is knocking at my door. I ignore it, but the more I stay silent the more insistent becomes the knocking.

More pissed than ever I wrap the hand in a towel and go to the door.

"Who the fuck is knocking at my door at this hour of the night?!"

I shut the door open and glare at the blondie in front of me.

She is scanning me holding a first aid box. Sure thing she heard my shouts and came to check on me.

"Don't even think about it!", I yell trying to close the door again.

But it's useless, Layla has sneaked in the room passing under my arm and now is setting all her medical stuff on the bed.

"I can fix my hand by myself, get out of my room!"

With a relaxed peace she doesn't give me a shit and continues to prepare the bendages, the disinfectant, and a series of ominous little bottles.

"Ohi! Are you deaf now?!"

Finally she looks at me. Patiently she raids her pocket and pulls out paper and pen.

Observing her I realize that she really is a female version of Nate. I still feel embarrassed for all the things I said this morning. In all these years that bastard could have said that he has sister! Ok to hide certain things, but... to me?!

At least I would have lied and said that she is ugly instead of strolling like an idiot.

Tossing away these thoughts I grab the note she is passing me. She has a nice calligraphy.

I study medicine

Ok this is too much. I cannot play patient and nurse with Nate's sister.

"I don't care. Get out of my room!", I try to fight back as she continues to write.

Your hand is injured

"I said no"

I won't tell Nate

"Dammit you are stubborn!"

(T ^ T)

A sad face? Did she really draw a sad face?!

I look up at her and notice that she is actually laughing at my puzzled expression.

Whatever. It's going to be funny to tease Nate saying that Layla spent the night with me. Suits him for hiding things.

Reluctantly I throw away the bloody towel and let her play the doctor.

"That's a strange expression considering the job you want to do. Scared of blood sweety?!"

She glares at me and finishes to treat the hand, before moving back to the pen.

You punched the wall?

I frawn noticing the bloody trials I left on the concrete. That's indeed quite creepy.

"I tripped over and hurt my hand...it was an accident... I ain't mental...!"

As I speak I feel like a kid busted doing something wrong, desperately trying to deny the obvious. She looks at me with an understanding look that turns my brain into a useless pulp.

Shit! How the fuck is she is doing this?!

Why?

"Uff... Ok I punched the wall. Don't dare to say a thing to Nate!"

Unexpectedly she rises a hand and strokes the scarred side of my face.

Again the 'why' post-it.

"I was caught up in a explosion during the Kira case. Well I caused the explosion... I mean I had to... I ain't a pyromaniac!"

Fuck that, I want my beautiful looks back. This is the first time I feel like an idiot having a pretty girl in my bed!

No... this is not because of my scars...seriously, what the fuck, she is Nate's sister! Why is touching me like that?! There's no way I can consider the idea to have a quickie with her! It's a no-no!

"What are you smiling at?!"

Layla takes a new post-it, but suddenly blushes and sticks it back on the top of the small yellow pile. Instead of writing, she puts her index and middle finger below her lips and then closes her fist.

"I... I never studied SL...", I remind her, wondering why she preferred to sign instead of writing the last word.

"MELLO!"

I jump hearing Nate's voice and rush to open the door. The fastest the better, for once that I am completely innocent.

"What's going on Near?", I ask but immediately I shiver seeing his expression. This time it's going to be tough to look confident.

"What. Are. You. Doing"

"Chill out, I just injured my hand, see? Your sis' fixed it"

Without answering back he gets in the room and rises the volume of the tv.

"Listen up!"

I do as he says and what I hear forces me to sit on the bed.

No explicit image was shown, and given that I am not Japanese I just let the words flow through my ears all evening, without paying enough attention to translate them.

But now, actually listening to what the news are saying, I need to know more and I rapidly zap from one channel to the next.

Fourty deaths in few hours. All in Japanese penitentiaries. All criminals. All died by heart attack. All leaving the same message written in blood.

I revived them all but they didn't learn. Now I will send them back to Mu. You have fourty days to find me and stop me, L. The three of you against me.

Kira

The three of us. Kira wanted all of us back. The real Kira? That's why I am here. That bastard bringed me back to life just to pull this challenge and try to kill me once again. It wasn't funny enough with just L and Nate.

"Mello you are going to brake the controller if you squeeze it like that"

I realize that the object is indeed creaking inside my fist.

"Get out of my room"

"Mello we shall discuss these events with L and the others as soon as p-"

"GET OUT OF MY DAMN ROOM NATE!", I shout and glare to the boy.

Silently he surrenders and leaves the room.

But for some inexplicable reason Layla doesn't move a inch.

"My hand is fine now, thanks. Please leave me alone"

I see that she writes something on a post-it and finally follows her brother.

After an hour or so, my anger drains out and eventually I have a look at what she wrote.

I read it out of curiosity, but immediately I regret my decision. With this I am definitely drowning in shit.

I like you