Mello's diary. His thoughts on everything from Near's undying hatred to Matt's potential case of rabies. Life isn't any easier just because you're a hot, leather wearing genius.

Munkustrap has been having temper problems. Could the cause be more severe than the Jellicles think? What will happen when the truth comes out? And will it all end in a compassionate decision, or the ultimate betrayal? **ON HIATUS; TO BE REWRITTEN**

Munkustrap has always been the rock of the Junkyard; the protector, the handsome but not arrogant, the one everyone loves. But his responsibility started when he was just 10 minutes old. And what if this was not always what he wanted?

COMPLETE. He isn't just anyone. He is Mello. Mello never cries, never shows his emotions. For nothing and for no one. So why now? Mello-centre fic. Rated T for Mello's potty mouth.

Demeter revisits the night she was taken by Macavity and the time she spent as a prisoner of his dark realm.

I believe in...God...Father Almighty" His name was Mihael Keehl...Mihael the Orphan...Mello, and he lived, he loved, and he, like all men, died. This is his story. Mello-Centric, with some MelloXMatt. Reduxing and finishing.