A/N: Sorry guys, was gonna post this WAY earlier, but the site was giving me problems... again. *Grumbles*

Anyway, Enjoy!

(Mello P.O.V)

I waited patiently outside in the backyard. Nothing had really changed in the old homestead, other than its atmosphere. To be completely honest, I hadn't really wanted to disturb the peace here, but at the same time… one thought of my father made me want to hurl.

The plane ride took no time at all, and before I knew it, I was back in Bavaria, Germany, for a third and final time. For at least three days I surveyed the area, counting time and place of everyone and daily routines. The females… my mother and… erm, sister… they were home all day, and usually in the garden. My brother, Julius, hadn't moved out yet and spent most days with my father out and about. The two seemed to have mellowed out over time, and my father no longer drank excessively. Julius walked with a bit of a limp now, certainly due to my rage and hitting him over the head a few times.

I had learned a lot from them. For instance, my sister's name was Mina and was homeschooled. Julius and my father worked at some company they only spoke once of. As for my mother… she was just content to remain in her house.

They had gotten different servants as well. One's I didn't recognize. My father went to a lot of lengths to make sure their life wasn't tampered with by Rod Ross. I guess they didn't expect me.

Well, why would they? I'm just little, helpless, punching bag Mihael. Or… I used to be.

Julius and my father returned home through the garden near this time. The girls were in bed right about then, so I could do this quietly and quickly.

I didn't want to. But I guess I had no real choice. Couldn't get caught with murder right now.

I hadn't been waiting long, maybe twenty minutes, before they showed. They hadn't noticed me right away, but I waited.

Finally, Julius froze in fear after laughing at some unknown joke. When my father looked, he instantly went into defense mode.

Allow me to translate our conversation.

"Hey! Who are you?! Get out of here, drunk!"

"I assure you, father, that I am no drunkard. Though I have seemed to inherit some of your anger issues."

"What? You… Get- get out of here!"

"Right, you don't recognize me. Pity. Then allow me to make myself more known." I got up from my seat and stepped into the porch-light. "Anything?"

My father glared at me and was about to yell at me again, until…

"Mihael? Is… is that you?"

"Amazing! Julius, you stupid fuck, how is it you guessed who I was but not this asshole?!"

My father's eyes softened. "M-Mihael? No… no, no you're dead. Or… no, you have to be. I chased you…"

"Into the woods and out of sight." I finished. "Yeah, I remember. But let's cut the crap here, shall we?" I pulled out a gun from the front of my leathers. Not just a gun, though. His gun.

My father backed away. "Where'd you get that? I… I threw it in the basement…"

"And I retrieved it. You seemed to have a lot of fun pointing it at my face while under your little drunken rants. Scarred me for life, so I thought, 'why not bring it out for old time's sake?'" My cheeky, cynical grin dropped from my face. "You know, you deserve this. You traumatized me with this exact gun. Why not get back at the monster who haunted my very dreams day in and day out with his very own torture weapon?"

The look on their faces screamed terror and sadness. My father had never looked like this before, which almost made me hesitate in my actions.

But then I remembered my past. My nightmares, my horrors. Caused by these two.

'I'll kill the both of you for your crimes!'

I clicked the trigger slowly, but stopped when I heard the flick of a light turn on behind me.

Hiding the gun, I turned to see a tall, blonde woman at the door looking at the three of us. My mother. I didn't know whether or not I hated or loved her anymore. But at that moment, I wanted her gone.

No chance though.

"Armin? What's going on? Who is this?"

I smiled wickedly as I strode up to the two terrified men. I looped my arms around their necks like a loving son, and whispered, "Play along, or she and Mina die with you."

My father instantly pulled himself together. "M-my dear. Don't… don't you recognize him? Mihael?"

Julius nodded along with him, but my mother looked at the three of us in disbelief.

"You're lying. Armin!" She stomped towards my father and smacked him hard. "I told you to stop this! You fucker! No more lies! NO MORE FAKES!"

When she wouldn't stop slapping and kicking him, Julius held her back. "Mother! It's really him!"

"Oh shut up! You BOTH were the cause of his disappearance! Why should I believe a word you say to me?!"

I swear to every god I know of, this was not what I remember from my mother. Never had she been so angry, especially with my father. She was always so afraid of him.

As she tried to break free, I decided to end her rage.

"I see the moon, the moon sees me. Shining through the leaves of the old oak tree." She finally stopped struggling to look at me. But I kept going. "Oh, let the light that shines on me, shine on the one I love." Julius let her go now, and I grinned a bit. "I can't really remember the rest." I lied.

She smiled at me now. Tears forming in her eyes. "Over the mountain, over the sea, back where my heart is longing to be. Oh, let the light that shines on me, shine on the one I love."

I grinned back unconsciously. "Yeah. That part."

She ran to hug me and I accepted it without hesitation. It was the first moment of that night where my humanity truly surfaced. But every time I looked at my bastard father, and my asshole brother, my need to kill and take vengeance rose to new heights.

I glared at the two as my mother hugged me tightly. "My little Mihael! Where've you been all this time?! We looked everywhere for you!"

My glare did not lessen. "I've been living in England." I then decided to brag. "Training to be L's successor."

Silence. Both my brother and father looked at me worriedly. They knew who L was, and why shouldn't they? They had been part of a Mafia in the past. The very thing L despised.

My mother finally backed away, holding my arms. "England? L? When… How did…?" She noticed my glare. "No, Mihael, please don't do anything you'll regret."

"Regret!" I snapped at her, making her back away. "Why would I regret this?! Killing this man is the only atonement for his actions, and even that's too good for him!"

"What he did to you was wrong, yes. But he's a changed man…"

"Are you blind, or just incredibly stupid!?" I yelled. "That monster beat me senseless as a child and you have the nerve to defend him!? HOW DARE YOU!"

"Mihael…" My father began, but was silenced when I pulled out the gun again.

"Don't fuck with me, old man! I've wanted this since I was four! I've wanted you out of existence since the day I was born!" I cocked the gun then. "I'LL FUCKING DO IT!"

Looking back now on this, I can see how truly I had lost my mind. I had so much hate and contempt towards this man. I was willing to sacrifice my humanity to have him gone. I don't like thinking about me going this far, but… sad as it was… I was just too angry to think.

My thoughts had been interrupted when another female voice rang out. "Mama? What's going on?"

Mina. Seeing her… how much she looked like my mother… the thought of her taking my place in her heart… how she got the life I deserved.

I snapped.

I shot once at her and hit her shoulder. She screamed… but I laughed.

I laughed at her pain. I laughed at her blood, at the way she rolled on the ground in pain. Because for once, for once, she knew what I had to go through. The immense pain, the blood, the laughter of another around her. This was the trauma I suffered that she didn't. She deserved this.

My mother and father went to help her, but I threatened them as well. "Go anywhere near her, and I'll end her."

"MAMA! PAPA!" She screamed, making me giggle more.

I pointed my gun at my father. "Armin Keehl. Rod Ross wants you dead. You're the only reason I'm here. Anyone else would suffer a quick and painless death. You, on the other hand, will not."

"Mihael," my mother cried, "please, don't…"

"SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!" I was gone by now. Too hurt and lost to recover. "You forgot about me! You left me deserted, homeless, and you didn't even care! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Every time I screamed, she flinched. She still continued to soothe me though.

"Mihael… please, just listen to me."

I laughed at my name. "Mihael's been dead for a long… LONG… time. Ever since you all forgot him. Ever since you killed him and his spirit. All that is left, is an empty shell of fucking rage!" I grabbed my father by his shirt, putting the gun to his head. "And now, I'm going to avenge that death."

I backed away into the forest then. The forest I'd ran into to escape my father's wrath. "If anyone follows us, I'll shoot your goddamn brains out. GOT IT!"

There were no words as I kicked the man I once knew as father to the ground. I pointed the gun to his head. "Now get moving."

He did as told and got to his feet, walking forward. It wasn't long until I stopped him though. I knew my mother would call the police soon, so I had to get this over with.

"Turn around." I demanded, and he complied.

I felt my heart race now. "So this is it. Did you ever think it would end this way? With your tortured son shooting you with your own gun? The gun you tortured him with?!" When he didn't answer me, I shot his knee and he collapsed to the ground. "ANSWER ME!"

"YES!"

I paused. "What? What do you mean, 'yes'?"

He looked up at me. The blue eyes I shared with him filled with tears. "Ever since you ran away, I've been ready for you to come back and kill me. I accepted this fate." He began to sob, holding his wounded knee. "Everything I've done to you… all the pain I made you endure… I knew you would come back to kill me for it.

"When your mother was pregnant with Mina… she… she tried to take her life. Because of me, she feared the worst for her and Mina. I promised her I'd change, that this one would get the life you never had. I gave up drinking, gave up the Mafia life, and went into counselling with Julius. Once Mina had been born, I had become someone else. I wouldn't allow her to suffer like you had…"

"LIAR!"

I shot again and again until I was left with one bullet. He still wasn't dead though.

'Why can't I kill you!?'

Bloody holes on almost every part of him, he still managed to sit up against a tree. I held the gun to his head now… but he smiled.

"Mihael. Please, do this. But don't go back for them. This was my fault to begin with. And I will atone for my sins by death. I wish…" a tear fell from his eye. "I wish I had been better for you."

I shook at his words, but my humanity was already lost by this point. "I'll see you in hell."

The final, killing shot. He slumped to the ground, and I dropped to my knees. My first kill… my first life taken… it had been my father's.

I suddenly remembered all the nightmares I had had while at the Wammy house. The ones where I'd shot my father. Where I'd killed him. Now I wondered whether or not it was a dream… or a premonition. Had I seen the future in my dreams? No, that was impossible. But it sure seemed like it.

This was my downfall. This was the moment where all my sanity… where all my humanity… just died. This was truly where my downfall began.

…

What have I done?