Have you guys heard of IB? If you haven't, GO CHECK IT OUT. It's an AMAZING game and the sound track was what inspired me to write this chapter. ;_; I hope it's good and I hope you enjoy it! And I hope my story's entertained you so far! I hope I didn't make Mello sound too weird ^^"

Also, I got the story form this website: /story/little-red-riding-hood/ It's a pretty cool site for stories and shizz. :D

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEATH NOTE

It was 9 at night and Alisa was downstairs in the Wammy library, finding a particular book to read. All the kids had gone back into their rooms and the sky had become completely dark. Echoes of Alisa's footsteps were the only sounds that could be heard throughout the whole house.

The hollow, dim lit library was painted a deep almond color. The room had two lamps near it's entrance and a lamp in front and at the end of each of the large bookshelves that were placed in the middle of the room. There were small bookshelves in the room as well, one touching the left side of the room and another touching the right side. There was an old looking computer at the end of the room, which was next to a large rectangular shaped window. The room was quite symmetrical, have it be described in one word.

"I wonder if they have it here…" Alisa slowly walked to the third bookshelf, the last one, and observed each book carefully. She stopped right before she reached the end. "They do have it!" Alisa kept her voice as quiet as possible, so she wouldn't disturb anyone. She slowly slipped the book out and held it in front of her. The book was an antique copper color. It's spine had the title written on it in old English font. The cover of the book had a picture of a little girl in a bright red hood leaving her cottage. Right above that picture was another title, which read Little Red Riding Hood.

Alisa clutched the book in her arms and quietly made her way out of the library. She slowly walked through the dark hallway, making sure she didn't trip on the toys that were lying around. Alisa giggled as she passed the room with the large plasma screen TV. She remembered how Matt had scared her and how Mello had won the race at the last minute.

Alisa walked on a bit further and passed a small door, there was a golden plaque on it that said "Storage Room". She turned to the wooden stairs that were across the room. The small lamp above the steel handrail was turned off, meaning Alisa had to watch her step to avoid slipping or falling. She tightly gripped the rail as she walked up the dark-wooden steps.

Alisa opened her room door and walked inside, quietly closing the door behind her. She walked over to her bed and laid down, pulling its covers up to her waist. She set the book down onto her lap and began reading it silently. Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose name was Little Red Riding Hood. She lived in a small cottage near a big forest with her mother.

One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother said to her, "Take this basket of goodies to your grandma's cottage, but don't talk to strangers on the way!" Promising not to, Little Red Riding Hood skipped off. On her way she met the Big Bad Wolf who asked, "Where are you going, little girl?" "To my grandma's, Mr. Wolf!" she answered.

The Big Bad Wolf then ran to her grandmother's cottage much before Little Red Riding Hood, and knocked on the door. When Grandma opened the door, he locked her up in the cupboard. The wicked wolf then wore Grandma's clothes and lay on her bed, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.

Alisa stopped in the middle of the story. "I remember when Mama read this to me…" She smiled and turned the page, now imagining her mother's voice narrating the story.

When Little Red Riding Hood reached the cottage, she entered and went to Grandma's bedside. "My! What big eyes you have, Grandma!" she said in surprise. "All the better to see you with, my dear!" replied the wolf. "My! What big ears you have, Grandma!" said Little Red Riding Hood. "All the better to hear you with, my dear!" said the wolf. "What big teeth you have, Grandma!" said Little Red Riding Hood. "All the better to eat you with!" growled the wolf pouncing on her.

Little Red Riding Hood screamed and the woodcutters in the forest came running to the cottage. They beat the Big Bad Wolf and rescued Grandma from the cupboard. Grandma hugged Little Red Riding Hood with joy. The Big Bad Wolf ran away never to be seen again. Little Red Riding Hood had learnt her lesson and never spoke to strangers ever again.

Alisa giggled and closed the book. She wasn't one for reading fairy tales, but whenever she couldn't sleep her mother would read her one, whether she liked it or not. Little Red Riding Hood was the most recent one her mother had read to her, and it was Alisa's favorite by far.

Alisa placed the book down on the windowsill and looked out at the large field dabbed with flowers. The dark, moonless sky made it hard for her to see the beautiful field, but she liked the darkness. It comforted her in the eeriest way. Alisa started to hear a pitter patter of rain on the window. She clutched her covers tightly and curled up into a little ball. Alisa loved rain just as much she loved moonless nights.

As she was about to fall asleep, she noticed something move in the field. She sat up and looked closer at the strange shadow. Alisa's eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp. Her eyes started tearing up badly as she stared straight at the dark shadow. "T-that shadow…I-it's him! The one that shot Papa! H-he's here! H-he's HERE!" Alisa quickly backed away from the window, tears falling rapidly from her eyes.

She backed away too far and hit the floor with a thud. She turned away from the window and covered her ears. GO AWAY! She brought her legs up to her chest. STAY AWAY FROM ME! Alisa started shivering and shaking. DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! She heard a gunshot, then another, then another. STOP IT! She heard the screams of her father. PLEASE! Alisa clenched her teeth and tightened the grip on her ears. "GO AWAY!"

Mello sprang up from his bed. He was sure he'd heard Alisa scream. He pulled off his blanket and swiftly ran out of his room. Alisa! What made you scream like that?! Mello grabbed Alisa's room door and pulled it open, impatiently. He saw Alisa on the floor, shivering and shaking like she'd just seen a ghost. He silently closed the door, making sure not to startle her. "Alisa…" Mello reached out to touch Alisa's shoulder. She flinched, and started to shiver even more.

Mello took a deep breath in. He grabbed Alisa's shoulders. "Alisa, tell me what you saw." Alisa looked up at Mello. Her face was covered in tears. "T-the window…he's here…the person who killed my parents…is here…" Alisa started hiccupping over her own words. Mello let go of her shoulders. He stood up and gave her a small smile. "Alisa…it's alright. I…" Mello thought about what he was about to say. He sighed. "I'll stay here…and guard your room, tonight." Mello was fully aware that what Alisa saw was just a hallucination. No one except Quillsh Wammy, Roger Ruvie and L knew where the orphanage was located.

Alisa looked up at him, tears still falling from her eyes. "Mello…" Her shivering became less ravage and she had stopped covering her ears, but the tears were still falling, now heavier than before. "You don't need to do that…for me." She stared at the ground. Scared of what she was about to say, thinking that if she said it…it might come true. "I don't want my friends…to feel my problems…I don't want them…getting hurt…or worse. Killed." Mello stared at Alisa. She was just like him. Never wanting to face problems with others, just alone. By themselves.

Mello took Alisa's hands in his. He didn't care about the blushing or the silly emotions anymore. All he cared about, was keeping Alisa safe and away from danger. "You can't always face problems by yourself, Alisa. Sometimes, you need help." Mello stared into Alisa's eyes. "Trust me…I've been there." Alisa stared back at Mello. Her tears had dyed down a bit and her cheeks had gotten less red. She squeezed his hands and he winced at the surprising action. "…Alright…" Alisa loosened the grip on Mello's hands and sighed. She put on a small smile. "Maybe I was just overreacting about that shadow…it might have just been my brain playing tricks on me!" She jokingly bonked her head and stuck out her tongue.

Mello chuckled and helped her up. "I can't even find the right words to describe you, Alisa." He guided her over to her bed. "You're just TOO strange." Alisa giggled and laid her head down on the pillows. "I'll take that as a compliment!" Mello pulled the covers over Alisa. She shuffled around for a few seconds, but stopped once she felt comfortable. Alisa looked at Mello, who was now going up to the door.

CLICK

Mello walked back to the bed and sat down on the floor. He later noticed the troubled look on Alisa's face. "What's up, Alisa?" Alisa scooted up a bit. She was now closer to the edge of the bed. "You won't be comfortable on the floor, Mello!" Mello looked at her, surprised at what she was asking him to do. "Are you asking me to…SLEEP with you?!" Alisa nodded. "You get more irritated and angry if you sit on the floor!" Alisa put her finger up in the air "Also, it's rude to make adults sit on the floor while you sleep in a cozy bed!" Alisa pointed at Mello. "And your butt will start to hurt!" Mello looked at her with a crazed expression.

"But what does that have to do with me SLEEPING with you?!" Alisa sighed and flicked Mello in the head. "It isn't called SLEEPING with me if you just sit next to me on a bed!" Mello rubbed his forehead. She was right, sleeping with each other usually meant both people were sleeping beside each other. Alisa was just asking him to sit next to her, while she slept. Mello sighed and pointed at Alisa. "So what you're saying is, I'm not sleeping with you." Alisa nodded. "I'm just sitting next to you while you're asleep." Alisa nodded again.

Mello smirked and flicked her in the forehead. "Hey!" he snickered and climbed up onto the bed, taking a seat next to the window…where Alisa had seen the shadow. Alisa rubbed her forehead and laid her head back down onto the pillows. "Good night, Mello!" Mello looked at Alisa, whose head was the only thing visible. "Night, Alisa." Mello turned to face the window, which was covered in rain. He hadn't noticed the pouring rain or the moonless night. He was too occupied with…other things.

Mello listened to the sounds of the rain. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. He rested his head on the window and stopped thinking for a while. He hadn't felt this calm in a long time. Mello peered at Alisa, who was fast asleep. The collar of her cream colored pajamas were the only thing he could see, other than her short smooth-looking hair. He sighed and turned back to the window. The rain was getting less heavy now, and Mello was almost able to see the large field.

He closed his eyes for a minute, trying to picture what he would do tomorrow. Maybe I'll play soccer with Alisa, if it doesn't rain. He silently chuckled. Maybe I'll play with her in the rain…she might like that, considering her reactions toward it. Mello opened his eyes and glanced at Alisa, who wasn't in her bed anymore. He flinched. When did she get up?! He looked at the door, which was strangely half-open now. And since WHEN was the door open?! He rushed out the room. What the HELL is going on NOW?!

CHAPTER 6 END