Author's Note- I found something I think was part of the second bit for this, so here. You have it. I'm working on a better second piece (LONGER, because oh my god this is not long enough to be a chapter), and then you can choose which is better and I'll go with that tone. ^_^
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Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
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Mihael Keehl had died in that fire too.
Mihael Keehl had been a sweet child, gleaming and golden and happy. His mother, who'd been a well-educated and well-respected scholar before she and her younger brother made the somewhat controversial decision to become a doctor in the area around remote village, joked that he was the real solution to the problem of finding a perpetual motion machine.
He would play with Nate for sometimes even half an hour, though. It was practically an eternity for the overactive, overachieving little boy. He was puzzled by his tiny cousin- he looked like Mihael's big sister's doll, but the doll wouldn't gurgle or squirm or even react to Mihael at all. He'd learned this long ago, and had thusly lost interest in said doll long ago.
Katrina Keehl had been five.
She would never be six. She would never get that chocolate cake her mother had promised to make her for her birthday if she learned her multiplication tables before it, even though she'd had them mastered since she found a laminated placemat with them printed on it in the box her mother had saved in the attic of things from her own childhood.
In the flames that day, Mihael Keehl had become the core of a twisted child. Soon enough the final break would be made. He'd answer to Mello, not Mihael.
Mello was the fire that killed Mihael Keehl.