Hey! Back is Akumu! My friend has been pissing me off lately *glares at Ashley*! She won't shut up about Danny! Anyway, yea... I like writing depressed Mello, don't ask. Please look me up on DevantArt. my name is Akumu-Birthday1

My scars still hurt, and I'm afraid the stitches are going to come out. We only have two days until the Task Force and police raid this place. I'm afraid I won't make it. Mello's already put the bombs near the entrances, just as I've told him.

Come on, Lil. We've got to go get these stiches changed.

Will you ever shut up?

Not until you get these stiches changed!

And who's going to change them? Hmmm?

The same person who put them in, you idiot!

No! No, no, no! Nuh uh! Never! Not going to happen again!

Dude, you're blushing again! Thinking about what happened?

That was just a very awkward half an hour... One that I don't wish to repeat.

And then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come on, Purity. I need to change your stitches."

"I don't want to get them changed. They're fine," I shouted.

I heard a sigh from the other side of the door. "Come on, you need to. They'll become infected otherwise."

See, just let him change them!

"They're fine. Just a little scratch."

"No, Lily, they aren't! Someone did that to you! They will become infected if I don't change them!"

"Mihael, I will be fine! Don't worry about me so much!"

"That's it Lily. I'm coming in."

A few gun shots later, Mello was standing in my room, watching me.

"Lily, you have to get them changed, now."

Ok, so I know everyone knows Mello is stubborn, but you have no idea until you give him a life extension, and then you end up with cuts that were life threatening.

"But the needles hurt," I whined.

He sat next to me. He only ever let his guard down around me, and I found it scary in away. I had always seen him as a hot-headed, trigger-happy, chocolate-obsessed, blond-genius, so seeing him almost... calm, was strange.

"Will you tell me how you got them?"

"Rodd. I disobeyed orders, and he slashed me," I looked away. I could feel tears gathering, my burning eyes were a total give away.

Mello lifted the back of my tank top up, and the air was cold. I knew what the scars looked like.

"Why an M?" he asked.

"How should I know? Maybe because we're friends?"

I knew the reason, of course. It was because Mello and I were friends; Rodd believed it was more.

And don't you wish the old man was right?

HELL NO YOU STUPID BITCH OF AN ILLOSION!

We both know you're lying~!

I hate you. Go away.

I felt a jolt of pain go though my back.

"Mihael, you dick! That fucking hurts!" I yelled, slapping him with my gun (I'm part of the most powerful mafia in America; you keep a gun handy at all times).

"Sorry, but that hurt, too," he complained, rubbing his cheek.

"Then we're even."

"Look, I'm going to change the stiches, now. You need to relax."

I nodded, laying on my front, rubbing my L necklace.

I felt him snip the stiches with some scissors. I was really hoping that the stuff he was using was sterilised. I bit my lip as I felt him pull the stiches out. It was really cold as the air filled the gashes in my back. I was holding back tears as the needle went into my skin. Soon enough, the pain stopped and Mello let me sit up again.

"How are they?" I asked.

"Healing, but still bad, and deep. They only just missed your spine!" he sounded really worried, and really, that worried me.

"Why do you care about me?" I whispered, almost wishing he wouldn't hear me.

Mello was silent, and I was getting sacred. This was Mello, and I wasn't happy that he was being quiet. It was something that frightened me.

"I'll answer your question if only you answer my question first," he said stubbornly. I agreed, knowing this was the only way he'd ever answer. "Ok, where are you from?"

I sighed. This was going to be a long story.

"You see... I'm not from this world. I was born in another dimension, just like my friends, we were all born in the same world. We were going on our year eight camp with each other to this place called Mammy Winchester House. At the time, I had become obsessed with an anime called Death Note, and knew everything about it. Little did I know, Death Note was real, just in another dimension..."

"This one?"

"Yea... this is the world I had watched for four months. I never even thought of the almost obvious connection in the name of our camp site, or why it looked so familiar. Michael, or Blade, was an idiot and borrowed a book from the library, and I borrowed the same book later. My friends, Hannah, aka Bambi, and Ashley, aka Notes, dragged me to the boys' room and that's when I noticed the L symbols around on every screen in the room. It was also when I figured out how to get here..." I trailed off.

"Am I... just an anime character to you?" Mello asked.

I was purely shocked by the sound of almost depression in his voice.

"Hello no!" I screamed. "You were- are- the most important thing or person in my life! I went crazy after I saw you and Matt die! I had such violent mood swings I nearly killed my best friend and myself! If you were just an anime character that would never happen!"

I felt my cheeks getting wet, so I knew I was crying, but I didn't even care. Mello was a person who I considered close. When my nanna died, I saw it happen. The last word she ever said was my name. I didn't even cry. I knew her for eight years, and Mello for four months. I didn't cry for my nanna, but I did for Mello. Now doesn't that say something?

That you care more for people who aren't real?

He is real, he's sitting right next to me.

Ok, you care for people you never met more than your own family?

Ok, you shut up.

"Now, why do worry about me?" I asked.

"You remind me of... When I was little, I was orphaned. Back then, I was living in Berlin, and I had a large family. We were rich, and I was the youngest other than my little cousin, Ivy. She looked, and acted, like you. When we got together for a family gathering, a group of men massacred my family. Ivy and I hid under the table and we stayed there until one of the men found us. They told us that they'd only let one of us live. I wish I was as brave as Ivy. She stepped out from our hiding place and he shot her in front of my eyes."

"...How old?"

"She was seven..."

I sighed. I knew what I had told him was a lie. I was from this world, but I can't remember anything prior age seven. I couldn't tell him that. I couldn't tell him that I'm really from this world, I am of German descent and I can't remember anything before age seven. He'd put everything together and think I'm Ivy. And that'd be cruel.