Warning: This chapter contains MURDER! Ok, good, you have been warned. And also, this was so much fun to write!

I was still shaking slightly. I looked at my bare feet, still lightly covered in some drops blood. It was one life down. The girl was my age, virgin, straight A student, never did anything wrong. Innocent. And now she was dead. A life for a life. Honey for Mello.

Flashback

I wondered the streets of LA, looking for someone to kill. I saw this girl who exited a convince store. Perfect. Honey Germein.

I knew I shouldn't have killed her in broad daylight, but she never left the house after she did go home.

"Hey, you, girl," I called out from the ally way. The streets were deserted, and no one would notice she was gone until seven. It was six thirty now.

"Uh, yes?" she asked.

I pulled her in to the ally. My bare feet stamping on the cerement as I dragged her by her wrist. I was more than happy to do this for Mello.

I hit her over the head with a water pipe (what else?) and I heard a cracking sound. It wasn't the pipe. I stood over her, one foot resting around her collar, the other next to her head. I waited for her wake up and pointed my gun between her eyes, even if I was towering over her. When she awoke she looked shocked.

"Don't say anything, or scream. This will be over soon," I growled.

The girl nodded quickly, looking at me with fear in her lime green eyes.

"This is for Mello. Good bye, Honey Germein," I smirked and shot. She was dead. I wiped my gloved hands on my black cardigan. Her blood was in my feet and the cuffs of my jeans.

End Flashback

I looked over at Mello, who was sitting across from me and studding the Death Note. The numbers above his head have grown since I killed Honey. If killing was as easy as eating chocolate, cake, or strawberry jam, I'd be on a killing spree (as would Mello, Kya ah ha).

"Mells?"

"Hmm? Yes, Pure?" he responded. In the last few weeks of being here, he started calling me Purity or Pure for short.

If he knew what you did, he would stop calling you that, said that mocking voice in my head. I needed her to shut up.

"Have you been feeling any different as of late?" I asked.

He pondered for a bit. There were no strange looks from anyone, because there was no one around. We were sitting in Mello's room. He was sitting on the couch and I was sitting on his bed. No, you perverts, there is nothing going on. I may be a Mello fangirl, but I'm not like that.

Pfft, yeah right. Do I need to remind you of all the stuff you've been reading? Or the 143 pictures on your computer alone?

Oh, shut up voice.

Fine, Mello's taking and I don't want to contaminate the voice you love so much!

I hate you.

"Yeah, earlier, around quarter to, I felt almost... refreshed," he told me.

Quarter to. Quarter to seven, I shot the girl. So it had worked. He had gotten his death pushed back. Far back from what I could see.

"Why do you ask?"

"I... I had to do something to stop you dying," I answered, honestly.

Oooo, what's happening now?

I need to kill this voice.

Mello looked at me with his sullen blue eyes, almost confused. "What did you do?"

I looked down and mumbled five simple words.

"What?"

"A life for a life..." I said again.

His blue eyes became a storm of emotions. The three I could distinguish were anger, happiness, and sympathy.

Wait, how could I see this, he was all the way on the other side of the room?!

That's what you think!

'What I think?' What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!

Umm... how do I say this? Look up.

I did as the annoying voice said and something brushed against my nose. I swear my face was the colour of my eyes, or at least close.

MELLO WAS PINNING ME TO HIS FUCKING BED!

Ok, if I said this wasn't a dream come true, I'd be lying. But come fucking on! Mello was pinning me to his bed! Pinning me to his bed!

Plus his face was uncomfortably close to my own. My nose was touching his, and we both had small-ish noses, so... yeah... close.

This was one of those rare moments I didn't have my face covered, so he was looking right into my eyes.

"You know. When your eyes go brown, they look really cool," he whispered.

DUDE! THREE FUCKING CENTREMETRES! BE CAREFUL WITH THAT MOUTH OF YOUR'S!

You know you like it! And watch your mouth, too. Your language is horrible!

...Shut up...

Sorry, you're stuck with me for life!

Wait... did he say when my eyes go brown? My eyes back in my world were a cinnamon brown, specks on green and grey within it. Do my eyes really go back to normal?

"What kind of brown?" I asked.

"Cinnamon, with green and grey. Very strange and unusual. Very you, Lily," he smiled and I just couldn't look him in the eye. I felt him lean in a bit.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Oh, thank shinigami!

Mello stood up and sat back on the couch, as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode!

"Who is it?" Mello snapped. I was the only person allowed in his room. Hell, I didn't even need to knock, but that was mainly because I had a bad habit of kicking the door down if he didn't let me in.

"Rodd," said a very blunt tone.

"We'll be out," the blond said in an equally blunt tone.

Kill me now. Kill me now. Kill me now. Kill me now.

Sorry, Lil, no can do. I have no Death Note.

I wasn't asking you.

I walked out of the room with Mello, somehow managing to get my heart beat back to normal and my skin to be its normal porcelain complexion. I swear, if he does that again, I'm going to snatch the Death Note from him and write Mihael Keehl in it myself.

But wouldn't that be a waste of that Honey girl's life?

Crap, didn't think that though, huh?

Not one bit.

I soon found myself sitting next to Mello on the couch in the main room. I looked around and saw Sidoh. Now I remember, we get to meet Sidoh, my favourite shinigami.