Me: Gah! Why do parents have to be so annoying!?

Mello: Who knows, who cares?

Me: My mum is always telling me to put socks on! Hello! If I did that, my deductibility would fall by 30%! Then she tells me to sit normally, but if I did that my deductibility would fall by 40%! Why does she think I'm failing Math!?

Mello: Uhmm... Sorry about her ranting. BBs Evil Little Sister doesn't own Death Note.

Me: And don't even get me started on her obsession with me sleeping!

Avril's PoV:

By the time we had made it to Russia, I was bone tired. I knew that this was not going to be a piece of cake. Nothing Mira was into ever was, but I was going to help her with this. I knew about Mello and Matt, two of the three smartest minds in their generation at Wammy's.

Nima and Aqua woke up as the plane landed, Raven and Mira shut off their games, and Terra turned her phone back to airplane mode. Tia had just fallen asleep.

"Ok, peps! We need to find the Keehls that are somewhere in this city," Mira told us. "Terra, Avril, Raven, you three are on security cameras to see if you can spot anyone that looks like a Keehl. Nima, Tako, Aqua, you guys are on legal documents. I trust you're all fluent in Russian. Tia, we're going on a door-to-door."

I sighed and pulled my laptop out of my bag. I looked at Raven and saw that her eyes were red, and if I had learnt anything from the weeks I spent studying the Kira case, I knew red eyes equalled Shinigami eyes.

"Raven, you don't have a Death Note, do you?" I asked.

"No!" she said, utterly shocked. "I was born with Shinigami eyes, just like Papa."

"I'm sorry, but I guess that's why Mafia put you on cameras, right? Because you can see peoples' names," I told her, and I swear I saw a light bulb go off in her head.

"I didn't think of that! And why did you call Mira Mafia?" she asked.

I sighed. "At Wammy's, you don't go by your real name, but by an alias. Only people who know your real name call you that. Mine's April, the English translation of my real name. Terra and Aqua are Earth and Water, English translations again, and Mira goes by Mafia because it was her first word," I explained.

"Cool, I think I'll go by Black-Bird, by name sake," she told me, laughing lightly.

"Nice, and Tako could be Octopus."

"Nah, I think Octopi is better, being shorter."

"Hey, BB, April, I found the tapes, time to work," Terra said.

"Don't call me BB, that's my papa," Raven told her.

"Anyway, let's work," Terra sighed, pulling out her laptop.

After about a quarter of an hour of looking at screens, Raven jumped up. "Everyone, look at 16:55, tape 7."

I fast forwarded to that time and saw a girl with brown hair and three streaks, one scarlet red, one navy blue, and one dark mint green.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Ariya Keehl," Raven responded.

"I'll send it to Nima now," Terra said, sending the message to the albino girl.

Nima's PoV:

I got a message on my phone with two words. Ariya Keehl.

"Ok, girls, we need to find a file telling us about an Ariya Keehl. Let's get to work, people, we're burning daylight," I ordered, still as emotionless as I normally was. My dad had always told me to emotionally detach myself from anything that needed my undivided attention, and it eventually became second nature to me, and I always was emotionally detached.

Tako and Aqua nodded and got to work. After an hour or so, Aqua held up a piece of paper in triumph.

"Ariya Lily Keehl. Born 31 of October, 2010," she called out.

"Thank you, Aqua. I'll send the address to Mira immediately," I said, taking the paper and texting.

Mira's PoV:

My phone vibrated and I took it out of my black skinny jean pocket.

"Ok, Tia, let's go," I said after I typed the address into the GPS. "The girls will meet us there."

We made it to little house on the outskirts of Moscow, and carved into the wooden box out front, Keehl.

Raven and the others were there as well and waved. I nodded and walked up to the door. I knocked and sucked in a deep breath.

"Hello?" asked an elderly lady, obviously Ariya's grandmother, and mine.

"Hello, are you Yuna Keehl?" I asked, happy I was fluent in Russian.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"Did you have a son by the name of Mihael Keehl?" I asked.

"Ye-yes, I gave him up at a young age as I couldn't afford to take care of both him and his younger brother," she told me. "What does this have to do with anything?"

I took in a deep breath. "Mihael was a genus and was taken from here to an orphanage for such children, Wammy's House, in England. At age fourteen he ran away and joined a mafia in America. He eventually had to play possum to get Kira off his case. I trust you heard of Mello?"

Yuna looked at me wide eyed. "My Mihael was Mello?" she asked in disbelief.

"Is Mello," I corrected. "After the Kira case was over, he went back to Wammy's House and adopted a child. I am that child. Mira Mafia Keehl Jeevas."

Yuna looked at me, then held my hair in her hand. "It is just as flaxen and soft as Mihael's. I would believe you were his biological daughter if you told me."

"Hell, we all think that the moment we meet them together," called out April, but I didn't bother giving her a death glare.

"Girls, please, it is winter and I invite all of you inside my home," Yuna said, shooing us out of the cold.

We sat in the warm lounge room, and everyone else slurped down soup as Yuna gave me her secret recipe hot chocolate. "This was Mihael's favourite," she told me as I gulped it down. It was the best hot chocolate I had ever tasted.

"May I ask why you have come to Russia?"

"Mihael has been taken, and I needed some help to find him. I heard about my cousin, Ariya, whist here, and thought she might be able to help," I confessed.

My grandmother's eyes went wide. "I will fetch Ariya now," she said, running up the wooden steps to Ariya's room.

She let out an ear piercing scream and I sprinted up, Terra hot on my heels. Yuna held out a note to us.

Your child has been taken for the Shachihata Group. Do not expect them back. I read this.

"The Shachihata Group has been taking children from all over Moscow and killing them, leaving their bodies on bridges. I can't believe my dear Ariya was taken," she bellowed, sobbing her eyes out.

"Don't worry, Yuna, we'll get her and any other children back, and get these people behind bars," I said decisively.

Mello: Are all the families are dysfunctional in this story?

Me: Yup!

Mello: Are you happy now?

Me: Yup!

Mello: Are you just saying 'Yup'?

Me: Yup!

Mello: Hmmm, can I have all your chocolate?

Me: HELL NO KEEHL!

Mello: Worth a shot! Review!