Later, year 2009

Anna walked down the street to her apartment, grocery bags in her arms. It had been several years ever since she left the Wammy House, but she still thought about it.

Her best friend, Lisa, had been killed by Kira. Lisa had been put on the news once for selling drugs, she had been mixed up with her sister, Lieza, but she still died. Lisa died of a heart attack two days since the broadcast.

She had found out about L, the man who was killed. He was an investigator investigating the Kira case, Mello and Near was supposed to take his place, but Mello refused to work with Near.

Anna never forgot about Mello, she wondered how he had been doing; he left the orphanage to raise himself at such a young age... only at fourteen.

She sighed, and then looked towards the bright city sky. She moved to New York, she thought work would be good there, apartments came cheap, and there were a lot of people.

She glanced around the streets. It had been about a half an hour ever since a strange bang was heard, that made her uneasy. Someone, perhaps a bomber, a terrorist, or a murderer, could be wondering these very streets.

The streets were empty, only the light from the lamps accompanied her. A car passed, she heard the booming of loud music fill the streets as it passed. It was a song she had before on the radio:

"Apple Bottom Jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low"

Anna wasn't into rap that much, but she did like this song. She listened to the beat, swaying a little with the music.

The car was far now, she didn't hear the music. She sighed again, and then remembered the boom. She glanced at the streets, then the benches. Nothing. She gave a breath of relief, and then started to walk a little comfortably.

"I can't believe I'm getting so worked up about this..." she muttered, looking in the street light's dim glow for any trace of movement.

She knew how to protect herself; she had courses in high school for self-defense. She was the top of the class; she even gave her teacher a broken leg during the finals. Not to mention a fellow student a bloody nose, another a black eye, and one who pissed her off a rather bad neck injury. But somehow, tonight, she felt vulnerable.

"You are acting like a fool, Anna, realize you are the only one out here" she whispered, holding the groceries a little tighter.

She sat on a nearby bench, trying to calm her nerves. She set the bags beside her and held her head in her hands, taking deep breaths.

"You are such a coward, Anna, get moving" she muttered again, grabbing the bags in her hands.

She froze, dropped the bags, probably breaking the eggs and crushing everything else in them.

She saw a limping figure; by the figure she could tell it was male. His head was held in his hands, his clothes were lit by the dim streetlight, they were completely black, his right hand side was scorched and bleeding, presumably a nasty burn.

Anna stared at the guy, was he okay? Of course not stupid, she thought, he was in the bombing. Oh shit, he was in the bombing.

"Are you... okay?" she asked, walking a little closer to the hunched over figure.

He looked up at her with blue eyes, she froze. Those were the same blue eyes she had seen at Wammy's House... it was Mello. She them recognized his blonde hair, the right side slightly scorched, and his face.

"Oh my god... Mello... what did you get yourself into?" Anna walked closer to him.

"Who the hell are you? How the hell do you know me?" his voice was in pain.

She cared deeply for him, she barely even knew him too. But he didn't remember her, she didn't expect him to.

"Your badly hurt, don't tell me you were in the bomb" Anna didn't answer his questions.

"So what if I was?"

He moaned in pain and hunched over, blood trickled onto the concrete sidewalk. He fell onto the concrete, his face back in his hands.

Anna couldn't believe it, there he was, her childhood crush laying unconscious in front of her.

She had no choice but to help him, help him heal. She went back to her mostly ruined groceries and picked out the still-good things. A pack of gum, a chocolate bar, and two bottles of flavored water were put in her coat pocket.

She picked up Mello's arms and lifted them over her shoulders, lifting his weight off the ground and onto her back.

He wasn't the lightest thing in the world, but Anna didn't care. He was hurt, he needed help, and Anna could help him right now.

Her apartment was only seven blocks away, but they were the shortest blocks of Anna's life to walk.

She glanced at her shoulder, at Mello's face. His face was badly scarred, but she could still see the features she had seen oh so many years ago. His blonde hair was now uneven, his face was a little different, but he was still Mello.

She could then smell the slightest race of chocolate in the air, she paused in her walk. It wasn't the chocolate in her coat pocket, it couldn't be. It was him. She then remembered he was often eating a bar of chocolate at the orphanage, he loved chocolate.

She also smelt of leather and smoke. The leather was from his clothes, the smoke was from the bomb.

"What have you gotten yourself into...?" Anna sighed, turning onto the street.

Mello suddenly moved, he moved his arms around Anna's neck, one leather-gloved hand clutching his forearm. He moaned and snuggled into Anna's shoulder blades.

Anna blushed and glanced back. He had to be in pain, but he looked happy too.

A/N

I do not own Death Note; I only own my character Anna.

If I did own Death Note, L and Mello wouldn't die. Burn.