A week past by since L searched with Watari through Mello's and Matt's shared room. He would've thought about how to continue his search, but something urgent came in between. In that week alone dozens of people all over the world died and the number was still rising. Now this isn't strange except… the horrible way they went.

L clicked a file open on the laptop before him. He was in the room that was his office in Wammy's and barely left if not at all. The file before him held all information about the victims of this week. With each they the count of deaths went up…

L nervously nibbled on his thumb. I have already received a call for help from England, America, France and Korea. It wouldn't surprise me if more countries are going to contact me for my help soon. Although I almost know for sure all deaths are caused by the same killer, or group of killers, it will be a pain to keep track of every country. Even for someone like myself.

He scrolled down the page with photos of victims. None of them died from a heart attack so it isn't Kira's style. After thinking it through it seemed the killer played with his killing style. Trying all possibilities to kill a person. Carving the skin open to the bone with a knife, letting the victim slowly bleed to death, poison, driving full speed into someone on the street, and more horrible things like one of the victims of yesterday… the poor woman had her whole front opened like a surgeon would do and all the organs were replaced wrong in the body. This was done while she was awake and alive.

L suppressed a shiver when he scrolled past those crime scene pictures. But no matter how terrible they were, at least there was some logic in them. Killer kills victims. The end. There were also cases where it looked like suicide. This was about half of the people that had died. Family and friends of those people were questioned, but no one had acted strange before killing themselves. This is where the logic ended. Why would someone end his life while everything went well? If there was no reason to end it all?

He sighed. Somehow I think the suicides and murders are connected, but I don't see how…

Suddenly a few short beeping sounds were heard from his laptop. L pushed a key and said: 'What is it, Watari?'

'L, I've multiple countries all over the world trying to contact you for help in the same case as England, America, France and Korea.'

'I already suspected that to happen. Please send a file with the countries that have asked for help and I'll contact them.'

L let go of the key. I knew it. More want my help, but I've already so much to think about… It's a good thing I don't need to sleep much.

Thinking of something very important he pushed the key on his laptop again. 'Oh and Watari?'

'Yes, L?'

'Bring me some more cake and coffee.'

'Of course.'

I'm going to need it.

Mello was busy with tracing the gang that killed his father and mother all those years ago. Matt was gaming, as usual, on his bed while he tried to hack into many systems with his laptop. That was all he did since L came by to search for the Death Note. Sitting at his desk and ticking away on his laptop.

If I only would find something, that would be fucking perfect!

He was only six years old when the men broke into their house and killed his parents. Though it was a long time ago and he was quite young, he still remembered it like it was yesterday.

His father came from Russia and met his mother while on a trip for the gang in Germany. The gang was into drugs and a lot of money came from it. The man saw the beautiful woman with long golden hair and ice blue eyes and was instantly in love. He forgot about his life with the gang and stepped out, knowing the danger, but still risking it. He stayed in Germany and after not too long married the love of his life. For so long it seemed the danger would never come and the gang would leave him alone. Until that day…

*Flashback*

Mihael knew something was wrong. He was smart for his young age and saw the panicking faces of his parents. It was weekend and he was allowed to stay up much later so he was still downstairs with his father and mother.

His father slowly stood up from the couch. His mobile phone still in his hand after he read an incoming message. 'Anneliese, take Mihael and go to the car. We need to go, now.'

His mother's eyes widened in shock. 'They're here?' she whispered.

The confused child looked from his father to mother. 'What's wrong, daddy?'

His father smiled at him, but it was a strained smile. 'Nothing, we just need to go on a surprise vacation! We're going to-'

A loud banging on the door interrupted his father and multiple voices of men shouted. 'We know you're there Andrei! Open the door or we open it ourselves!'

His father, Andrei, turned around and said: 'Take Mihael and hide!'

Mihael saw tears forming in his mother's eyes. 'But Andrei…-'

'Please, do what I say, Anne! I'll try and hold them back.'

With tears streaming down her face she did what he asked of her and she picked Mihael off the couch. 'Come on, we're going upstairs.'

'Okay! We're breaking the damn door! You're dead meat, Andrei! You left us and took part of the money with you!'

'I didn't!' Andrei shouted back. He took an iron poke from the fireplace and stood ready to smash it in the first one that dared to attack.

It was the last time Mihael saw his father alive before he was carried up the stairs by his mother.

'Mommy, what are they going to do with daddy? We need to help him! They are mean!'

'Shh, don't worry my dear. Daddy is very good in defending himself against the bad guys,' Anneliese answered to calm her son.

Mihael wasn't stupid enough to believe her words. Her voice shook too much to be comforting and believable. Though he kept silent, knowing there was nothing he could really do to help his dad. He was too weak and small.

Anneliese run into the bedroom of her and her husband and quickly opened the closet. 'Quick, Mihael. Go into the closet and hide yourself between the clothes so no one can see you.'

A loud sound of breaking wood was heard downstairs and the shouting became louder.

By hearing this Anneliese started to push her son into the closet. A horrifying scream of pain went through the house and the men laughed.

'Didn't he have a wife too? Can't let that bitch live while he's dead, right?'

Anneliese took both doors of the closet and started to close them, but before they were shut Mihael said: 'Mommy, are they going to find us?'

Anneliese smiled sadly at her handsome little boy. 'I'll make sure they'll never hurt you, sweetie.' She thought of something and took the necklace with a silver cross with red stones off. She put it over Mihael's head and smiled one last time. 'Be strong, Mihael. I know you are. You have a golden heart as bright as yours and my hair.'

Mihael started to get tears in his own eyes too. 'Mommy…?'

'I heared a voice from behind this door!' a man said right outside the bedroom door.

Annelies quickly closed the closet and climbed over the bed so she was on the other side of the room. Trying to take their attention of the closet in this way.

The door was slammed open and a few men came into the room. One of them grinned. 'Ah, look at that. You must be the wife of that traitor downstairs. We'll be nice this time and let you join him in hell.'

Mihael could see through a very small crack in between the doors of the closet. After seeing what happened to his mother he wished he'd never seen what he saw.

Luckily for him it seemed like the gang didn't know about him and they left after killing his mother. Mihael stayed in the closet for a while before he dared to go out. When he finally left his hiding spot he hesitated, but eventually walked around the bed. Only to find his mother dead in a pool of her own blood. He hiccupped and stumbled backwards. After going down the stairs he saw his mother was better off than his father. A large space of the living room was painted in red.

He was all alone.

*End Flashback*

Mello touched the silver cross around his neck while staring at the screen with his attempts to find the gang. He remembered all of their faces, but he needed names…

'Hey, Matt?' He turned around to watch his friend.

'Yeah?'

'Could you help me with something?'

Matt paused his game and blinked. 'Wait… you said you want my help?' he asked incredulously. 'This must be one of those rare moments of my life.'

Mello's eye twitched. 'Matt!'

'Alright! Of course I'll help you? What do you need?'

Mello stood up from behind his desk and sat next to Matt on his bed. 'I need to find a certain gang, originally from Russia. I want to find them so they can be arrested. I'm certain it will get me extra points!'

Matt doesn't know about my past. All he knows is that I'm from Europe. This won't be dangerous to let him help me. Otherwise I'll never find the gang that murdered my parents.

Matt nodded. 'Let me get my laptop and I'll start. Any more details of this gang?'

Mello smirked when Matt had his back to him when picking up his laptop. I'm going to have my revenge. Just you wait.