(Mello P.O.V)

I read out the rules of the Death Note to myself whilst sitting in my spot on the couch. After my little show last week, no one dared to bug me at the moment.

I'd rather a long story be told short, but… what the hell.

You see, after Matt visited me, I made a promise to myself and him that I'd regain at least some of my pride from Ross. I ended up gaining more than I'd hoped for though. Drugging his drink was no problem. Dragging his body to an empty chair, then tying him up tight enough so he couldn't escape… was a challenge. Thankfully, I had the strength and will to make sure this man was utterly humiliated. And the other men? Well… I think I got to them.

Once Ross was tied down, I waited for him to wake. It was only about an hour or so until he did, and as soon as he realized the predicament he'd gotten into, it was way too late for an apology.

The men had all watched as I circled him like an animal. Knife in hand and sharpened. I will admit, I got a bit of a thrill watching Ross look at me in pure terror. Maybe it's because I was maybe two times smaller than him and I was able to make him shake with fear. Who knows? Honestly, I was just glad to get some revenge.

I sat on his lap again, only this time I was facing him. Hands and knife behind his neck. I had done myself a favour by gagging him with an old piece of cloth, considering his screams would have been ten times worse.

As I sat there though, I spoke.

"You know, Ross," I said rather seductively, playing with his emotions, "I've never really liked any of your tattoos."

I got off his lap then, making my way towards his back. I'd already taken off his coat to make his tattoos of easier access.

I placed my thin blade on one of the smaller inks, leaning in to whisper in his ear. He was shaking uncontrollably now.

"I told you before, Ross." I whispered. "Don't… fucking… cross me."

The blade sliced through the tat and the screams echoed throughout the entire building. Even with the gag, the man could yell. It was sad to see that no one came to rescue him though. I think they were all too afraid to go near me. That was good.

I went about slicing the rest of his ink off, with as minimal blood as I could muster, and with that his tattoo was gone. It was kind of ugly anyway, so I believe I did him a favour. Still, it felt good to know I hadn't completely given in to him.

From that day onward, Ross left me alone. He even respected me a bit more now, even going about telling the other men how I'd lead them until his wounds healed. This was as good as it could get. From now on, no matter what, I would lead this Mafia family. Anyone else be damned.

But, back to our original story. Shall we?

I kept reading on with the rules. There sure were a lot in there too. I don't believe I read them all either. One that I do remember was about halfway through, and it explained how the notebook couldn't be used to kill anyone under seven-hundred and twenty days old. Meaning, no one could use the book to kill a toddler. I was somewhat relieved of this. Maybe because it reminded me of all the toddlers at Wammys. Brilliant kids found at a young age. They're probably the luckier one's there, considering they probably don't remember a thing from their previous life.

Yup. Those luck, little, bastards.

Ross began groaning in pain. Though he wasn't exactly near me, I could still hear the pained vocals of him from some five feet away. He still hadn't healed quite enough from me slicing him.

"What's wrong, Ross daddy?" The whore on his left asked.

Instinctively rolling my eyes. "Fucking twat." I muttered.

I guess she heard me.

"Excuse me, you little shit! You got something you want to say?!" She stood up then.

I didn't even move. I simply grinned. "I'm sorry, what I meant to say is… YOU, ARE, A FUCKING, TWAT...! Penelope."

The other whore on Ross' arm started snickering, along with some of the other men. I had become known for harassing Rod Ross' flings by calling them vulgar names. Some I'd learned in England, others from America. Sometimes, I'd throw a bit of German in there, just to make 'em mad.

Penelope, the only whore's name I bothered to memorize, grunted in anger. "You're nothing but scum, you know that!?"

I scoffed. "Dumme Schlampe." She hated the German.

She began yelling at me now. Calling me all kinds of profanities I'd rather not repeat. Ross had to pull her back down onto the sofa just to calm her down.

Ross chuckled a bit. "Now Penelope, play nice with the blonde. And Mello, that goes double for you."

I huffed out some laughter. "Ich kann mir nicht helfen. Ich werde nicht nach unten durch eine Scheiße konfrontiert Hure, die nicht wissen, Sauberkeit würden von einem Haufen Scheiße geredet werden."

To be honest, I'd rather not translate what I'd said. Some things are better left unsaid.

"Quit speakin' German." He kicked my seat. "Creeps me the fuck out."

"Which language do you want, then? I can speak over ten different ones."

"English, you bastard." Ross laughed out. "Honestly, must you showcase talents any chance you see?"

"If it means insulting your sluts, then yes."

The two girls cuddled into Ross right as I said that. I inwardly laughed at this. Like I could truly hurt their feelings. Hell, I doubted that they had any feelings.

I leaned back, continuing my reading. "Shut up now, Ross. I'm trying to read."

He did as ordered and went back to his cheap floozies.

As I read on, thinking about what to do next in my plans to catch Kira, the oddest thing happened. It was like the notebook… flew! Not like the wind had caught it, but more like someone had taken it from my hand and dropped it on the other side of the room, landing on Snyder's head.

I can honestly say, it was the freakiest thing to ever happen to me. EVER.

Not knowing what to say to catch Rod's attention, I simply stated, "The, uh… the notebook just flew…"

Ross only scoffed. "It's a notebook that kills people. Hell, nothing surprises me anymore…"

A sudden yelp came from Snyder. He was now sitting on the ground and seemed to be pointing at nothing in particular.

"Boss! W-who is this!? The guy in the freaky costume! Who the hell is he!? WHO BROUGHT HIM HERE!?"

Was he mad? There was no one there. Jesus, he really lost it this time. Perhaps I scared him a little too much in the past. I mean, he was obviously seeing things. Maybe…

"A shini… shinigami?" He whispered before laughing a bit.

Yup. Definitely lost his marbles.

He looked at the notebook then. He soon rose from the floor and started up again.

"He says you can see him if you touch the notebook! Please, touch it! I SWEAR I'M NOT CRAZY!"

On that note, I didn't know what to do. I simply looked back at Ross and shrugged. Under everyone's watch though, he caved.

"Fine, whatever. Come on guys, touch the notebook."

I really didn't know what to expect. But it wasn't what I saw.

Being one of the first to touch the notebook after Ross, I saw the monster first. It was horrific, but also… intriguing. While the others panicked about what it was doing in their hideout, I simply stared at it. This thing… it was inhuman. Creepy and deformed, unafraid of what was around him. Well… I think it was a 'him'. Was there gender differences in shinigami? Was it really a shinigami? Why hadn't I seen it before? Why after Snyder…?

A sudden array of bullets flung past my head, startling me. They all hit their target, but the thing stayed standing. All was quiet.

The creature in front of me spoke. "Nice try, but you humans can't kill a shinigami."

I can't say the voice was pleasant, but it wasn't every day I met something from another world. I think I was able to handle it.

Ross and the others lay down their guns. I could hear the terror in their breathing.

"Jack's right." Ross spoke up. "That ain't no costume. That's a real live shinigami. So now what are we gonna do?"

Of course, he looks to me to solve this. Whatever. I already knew how we could use him… however… I did have a few questions to ask first.

All the other men seemed to have their breath lost when they saw me crawl closer to the… thing. I think they feared my smile a little more than my actions. What could I help, though? I felt like a child again, only this time I actually caught the monster lying in wait. If Matt had been with me he'd have been studying this thing up close and personal like a science experiment.

The shinigami suddenly spoke to me. "Hey, kid, mind giving me some space?"

I lifted my chocolate to my lips, not obliging to his wishes. "So, you're a shinigami? A god of death?"

"Yes. And I've come for my notebook."

"The death note, I presume?"

"Yes. Can I please have it back?" He asked nicely. I didn't exactly expect manners to come from this thing.

I stepped down from the couch, chocolate still between my lips. "Sorry, but we're gonna need it. Although, we won't stop you from using it yourself."

"Aw, this sucks. I just wanted to get my notebook and go home."

"Aren't you interested in the human world?" I asked genuinely.

"Mello! Quit talking to this thing!" Ross demanded.

"Shut up, Ross!" I snapped.

"Mello?" The thing repeated. "This is what you go by? Sounds stupid to me."

"You aren't the first to tell me this." I decided to let it slide for my own sake. I wanted this thing on my side after all. "So what are you referred to as?"

"Sidoh." It said a bit nervously.

I smiled a bit more then, grabbing a bar of chocolate from a crate I kept them in. I handed it to Sidoh happily.

"Back to our previous conversation. Do you not like the human world?"

Sidoh took a few sniffs at the bar before peeling the wrapper off carefully. "It's not that, I just don't see the point in coming here."

I sat back on the couch then, nipping at my own bar. "Well then, tell me about your world."

The shinigami took a small bite of the chocolate, trying out the taste, before diving into the bar itself. I don't think he'd even heard my question.

He finished the bar without a second thought, then looked at me. "Do you… have more?"

Success.

"I may have more chocolate, if you can give me some answers."

He scuttled up closer to me. "You want to know more about the death note?"

I gestured to Snyder to get Sidoh another bar of chocolate. He did so without hesitation.

I looked back at the giant… thing in front of me. "What can you tell me?"

A/N: Sorry for the sucky chapter, but I really just wanted to get it done and over with so I can move on to a better one. :)