Me: Grrrrr!
Mello: What?
Me: My friend is talking about random parodies...
Mello: Ok...
Me: Are you doing the disclaimer or what?!
Mello: Maybe?
Me: *pulls out one of Mello's guns* Really?
Mello: You need to join my mafia. And BBs Evil Little Sister doesn't own Death Note.
By the time the week ended, Mira was more pissed off than usual. Nima had somehow managed to tie with her in everything. Sighing, Mira pulled down her blue goggles and put her black leather hood over her head. It was Friday and she just wanted to go home. She didn't even what to go to the three way interviews. She knew Nima had one at the same time has her, and she just didn't want to see the little River kid.
Mira walked into the apartment, she knew her father was out. Today was the one day a year Mello went to L's grave. Mira didn't like it there, it was sad. Even though she had never met L, her father was always sad there, the second saddest she had ever seen him.
Sighing, Mira pulled out a block of chocolate as sat down with her Wii remote. She knew her dad was a gamer, and her father was a chocoholic, but she didn't care, she loved them before she even met them.
"Fuck you, Mario!" she yelled, playing wireless co-op against the kids back at Wammy's.
"Right back at 'cha, Boo!" yelled someone on the other end.
This went on for hours until Mello got home.
"I got I phone call from the school today," Mello said, slamming the door with his boot. "You punched a girl in your class."
"Yeah, so fucking what? That Nima bitch has giving me trouble all week!" Mira shouted, pausing the game.
"Hey!" said one of the other gamers.
Mello sighed. "Who is this Nima girl?"
"You can meet her in ten. She's got a meeting with Mr. C at the same time," Mira told her father.
By the end of ten minutes, Mello and Mira were outside Mr. C's class. Mira had brushed her hair so that in just reached her shoulders, just as it was when it was down, which it was. She wore black skinny jeans and leather hoodie, along with her blue and black striped shirt and goggles. Mello had his normal leather attire, along with his black hoodie.
"Come in," said Mr. C, seeing them outside.
"Welcome, Ms Keehl."
"I'm not a woman..."
"I apologise. We need to wait for the River family to get here."
"Mira, you never told me that this girl's last name was River," Mello said to his daughter.
"I didn't think that it was important," Mira shrugged.
Two people walked in and Mira gave Nima a death glare. Nima had a large bruise over her left eye, which Mira was proud of. Mello turned around to see who had who had walked in, and looked at Nima's father.
"Hello Mello," said Nima's dad.
"Sheep," hissed Mello.
"Hello Mira," said Nima.
"Mini Sheep," hissed Mira.
Mr. C cleared his throat. "I wanted you people to have interviews at the same time because of Mira and Nima's obvious rivalry."
"I'm proud of my daughter," Mello said quickly.
"I know how my daughter feels, and I do not wish for this to happen again," Near responded.
"Only because you never knew how to shut your big trap, and it seems like you still don't," Mello snapped back.
"Am I missing something?" Mr. C asked, the girls shrugged.
"By the way Mello, who is the mother of your daughter, and where is she tonight?" Near asked, changing the subject.
"We adopted her from Wammy's, and my partner left three months later. I have raised my daughter, Mira. M. Keehl, myself," Mello told the sheep, who twirled his hair as he took in the information.
"M?" everyone but Mira asked.
"My middle name has something to do with Father's old job," Mira said.
"Back in LA?" Near asked.
"Mira, tell them your full name."
"My name is Mira Mafia Keehl."
"You gave your daughter the middle name Mafia?" Near asked.
"Hey, I don't see your spouse here," Mello said.
"True, Nima's mother decided that fame was more important than her daughter," Near said.
"Who?" Mira asked, out of curiosity.
"Rima Takadia," Near said.
"Kiyiomi's niece?" Mello asked in disbelief.
Nima and Near nodded.
"Is this a catch up session or is it a parent teacher interview?" Mira asked, playing a game on her iPhone.
"Both?" Nima responded, earning another death glare.
"So, shall we discuss what to do about these girls?" Mr. C asked.
"I say we make the Mini Sheep move classes," the blond girl suggested.
"And I say that we should send Mira and I to the school consoler to see if we can sort out whatever rivalry we have," the youngest albino suggested.
"I agree with Mira," said her father.
"And I agree with Nima's argument," Near said.
"I must go with the River family on this one," Mr. C told them, making the Keehls curse in multiple languages.
"Mello, do not use such vulgar language around our daughters," Near scolded, unemotionally.
Mello muttered something inaudible, and Mira shouted out "Burn!"
"What did he say?" Near asked.
"…You don't wanna know…" Mira said, holding back laughter.
By the time Near and Nima found out what Mello had said, everyone had gone home.
"Why didn't you tell me the kid was a fucking River?" Mello yelled at his adopted daughter.
"Sorry Father, but you never asked."
Sighing, Mello went and ate chocolate.
"Oi, gimme the fucking chocolate!" Mira yelled out at her guardian.
"No fucking way, Mafia!" Mello yelled back at his child.
This started an augment about who'd get the chocolate, then what type of chocolate was better, then who Matt thought was better out of the two of them.
"… Father, can we not talk about Dad…" Mira said, green eyes starting to form tears, on the verge of them.
"I'm sorry Mira," Mello said, taking Mira into a hug. Mira broke into tears, sobs, and whimpers. The two stayed like that until the youngest blond fell asleep in her father's arms.
"We'll go to the intersection tomorrow. I'll tell you that story tomorrow," Mello whispered into Mira's ear.
Me: What story do you think Mells is going to tell?
Mello: That is an amazing question!
Me: Shut up Keehl!
Mello: Right back at 'cha, Killer!
Me: Just tell them to review…
Mello: Review!