I woke up to find a dozen people in my kitchen and living room making pancakes, so I decided to hide in my room and give you another chapter. People can be so bothersome…

Pay attention to the point of view here, it's slightly different than the others. Review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. All that belong to me are my story and my OC.

Mihael Keehl's P.O.V

I woke up in a small, dark room. Standing up, I hit my head on what felt like a metal bar. What was this place? I was in the middle of Near and I's plan to catch Kira.

An altered voice sounded from above me, "Hello Mello. Long time no see." They spoke with a cool tone. Almost as if… No, it couldn't be. L was long dead. This was probably Near playing some weird joke.

"Who are you?" I demanded, angry that someone had the audacity to lock me up like this. "Let me out of here!"

"Of course. In a few minutes, we will come to retrieve you, there's no need to worry."

"Let me out!" I seethed, pounding on the walls confining me. How dare they confine me like this? One of the walls sounded hollow… I felt around it and discovered it was a door. I tried the knob. It was locked from the outside. Damn…

Positioning myself to allow for the most power, I lifted my foot and slammed it against the door in an attempt to break it down. It didn't budge. I tried again, this time moving it just enough for me to see a sliver of light.

"There's no need for that, Watari is nearly there, he'll let you out," the voice called again. Either this was a joke, or this was someone who obviously didn't know that Watari was dead. He died with L years ago. Either way, I didn't fancy staying long.

With one final heave, I kicked with all my might, finally breaking the lock. The door swung open, and I was out. I took in my surroundings. This was an odd place to imprison someone… It looked like an unoccupied double bedroom. I had been put in a closet. This wasn't the type of place Near was likely to lock me up in, so who had put me there? They obviously underestimated me with this pathetic security. It was probably one of those idiotic mob bosses. They were going to have a very bad day because of this, I'd make sure of it.

There was an open window to my right. I looked out and noticed we were on a ground floor. It was almost insulting how easy this was.

Then I caught a glimpse of a figure walking toward the window. I could go through the other door, but who knows how many people I'd need to fight off to get out that way. If I took the window, I only needed to take down this one person.

I reached in my pocket for a chocolate bar; I always carried one on me. I was disappointed to find that my pockets were empty. Those bastards took my chocolate! I glared at the approaching figure, working out the best way to take him down. I would wait in here, hiding from his view. Then, when he pokes his face through the window, I'll take him out with one swift move. This will work.

I could sense the figure getting steadily closer. Almost there… As soon as I take them out I'm taking their wallet and spending everything they have on the best brand of chocolate out there. Serves them right.

Just as the man reached the window, I heard a voice from behind me. At first I didn't believe it, but when I turned around, sure enough there he was standing in front of me. The only person I had ever trusted with my life: Matt. He patted down his jacket, looking panicked.

"What's going on?" he looked at me, "Mello? What happened to Takada?"

The voice spoke again, this time I could see it was coming from a camera in the upper corner, "Nice to see you Matt. Good of you to join us."

Matt looked up, "and who are you?"

"Watari will explain everything to you."

I whipped around. The figure had entered the room and was now standing behind me.

It was Watari.

"If you're still alive, then why did you send Wammy's a message saying you were dead?" I yelled in his face, furious.

"The answer is simple," the voice answered, "Because we were." We? "Think," they continued, "what was the last thing you remember before you came here?"

I remembered transporting Miss Takada in a large truck, then the worst pain I'd felt in my life gripping my chest. After that everything went black.

Matt spoke up, "I got shot…" he said, "several times. It hurt."

This time, Watari spoke, "if you both will come with me, I'll explain everything to you." He turned around and climbed back out the window, not bothering to look back.

I decided to follow him, but only until I got my answers. "Fine," I said, "But as soon as I know what's was going on, Matt and I are out of here."

We reluctantly followed Watari to a black sports car. As he drove I saw that we were in a rural city built on and around red mountains. Watari told us some insane story about alternate dimensions and anime. If anyone else had said it, I wouldn't have believed them, but Watari was no fool. The only way he would say these things is if they were true.

I glanced behind me. Matt was sitting with his feet up, taking the whole of the back seat. He put a cigarette between his teeth and lit it, taking a long drag.

"So," he said, "If we're only manga characters here, then our faces will be well known?"

"Not necessarily," Watari responded, "people are used to seeing cartoon drawings of our faces. We might not be recognized because of this. When L first arrived, the woman who lived in that room held a knife to his throat thinking he was an intruder." Now that was quite an interesting picture. "However," he continued, "it would be best if you left the names Matt and Mello behind. People would know if you told them your name, even though Miss May says the majority of people would assume you were simply wearing a costume. Please keep this in mind."

We pulled up to a large gate, behind which was a thick grove of trees. The green contrasted dramatically with the red dust of the rest of our surroundings, but they allowed for privacy. When the car reached the end of the driveway, I saw a large mansion. The interior was no less grand than the outside.

Matt grinned, "Nice. L has good taste." He looked around, admiring our surroundings, but I wasn't interested in architecture.

"Where is L?" I demanded.

Watari walked down the hall and opened a door. There, sitting with his feet on the chair, was my mentor and predecessor. This confirmed everything Watari had said. I clutched at the cross around my neck. This couldn't be, and yet here we are.

Sitting beside him, looking at us with interest was a young woman. This must be the woman that found L in the first place. She messed with her bottom lip just L had a tendency to do.

Matt looked her up and down, flashing an award-winning grin, "Hey there," he walked over to her, "What's your name?" She raised her eyebrow at his flirtatious tone.

L interrupted before she could respond, his voice practically growling, "You may address her as Gabrielle, or G." He'd never sounded so dangerous when talking to us. He was practically growling. Could it have something to do with the girl?

'Gabrielle' held out her hand, "nice to meet you," she smiled, "How are you enjoying my world?"

Matt took her hand and leaned forward in another flirting attempt, "Hard to say, we've not seen much of it. Maybe sometime you could show me around. I'd love to learn about this world from a gorgeous angel like you. We can make it a date," he gave her a wink.

She just coughed, swatting the smoke from his cigarette away, "No thanks," she said, "I'm spoken for." She leaned away from him, "could you please put that out? I've got asthma and don't fancy getting lung cancer."

Matt gave up, looking a bit disappointed, "Darn, all the good ones are always taken." He put out his cigarette and pulled a portable game system out of his pocket, leaning against the wall.

She turned her head to me and a look of surprise crossed her features. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened to your scar?" she gestured to my face.

My blood boiled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's gone," she said simply, grabbing a chocolate bar from L's tray of goodies. "Here," she tossed it to me and I caught it in on hand.

Gone? How could my scar be gone? I reached up to touch my face, and to my surprise found that it was no longer rough like the massive burn scar had been, but smooth just like I was before the explosion.

This day just kept getting weirder. I bit into the chocolate, allowing the sugary flavor to calm my nerves. "I'd like to see the anime that we supposedly come from. It might help answer some questions."

"Of course," L responded, the threatening tone in his voice replaced with his usual calm sound. "If you'll just follow Watari, he'll show you everything we know."

Just before we left, L requested Watari to bring them a chess board. Poor girl; she's going to get eaten alive against him.