This is my third story. It made me cry while I was writing it . I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it! I don't own Death Note, as much as I wish I do. The first quote's author is unknown, the second is by Kyle Matthews.


How was I to know
Whether this was love or not?
Were you counting silent seconds
Waiting for the thunder?


"When did you last see your father?"

Mihael looked up, tears pooling at the bottom of his deep blue six-year-old's eyes.

"When did you last see your father? Dammit!" More gunshots in the other rooms of the house. Screams from his mother. Screams from his brother. Screams from his sisters. "Tell me! Tell me now or I'll kill you, I swear to God!" He looked round at the blood seeping underneath his bedroom door. He looked up to the old roof, peppered with gunshot wounds and letting the fierce storm into his house. The crimson stained his floor and mixed with the tears of angels. "Oh for God's sake, I don't have time for this! The police will be here any second!" the man with the gun shouted at his accomplices, "You go on, I'll finish this off!" he kicked the small boy to the ground where he lay, stunned, in a growing pool of his family's blood. He thought of his siblings and his parents. He said goodbye to them mentally. The gun pointed towards his head, and he shut his eyes and waited to die. The rest was a blur, but he vaguely remembered an old man with a bushy moustache and kind eyes pick him up and carry him to a warm bed.

He never would play shoot-'em-up games; would never go round with his hand as a makeshift gun and shout 'Bang!'. He would never pretend to die, gagging, wide eyed with tongue sticking out. The other children rejected him for this misgiving, and the fact that he was angry and aggressive. But there was one. There was Matt. Matt and Mihael, now Mello, were next to each other in the register; and they ended up sharing a room. Mello learnt that it was hard to hate someone who you snuggled up in a bed with in a thunderstorm.

But when Matt caught back up with Mello, after he ran away, Mihael knew that there was no way that they could survive this. And when Mello switched on his television in the car, his stomach dropped. He had thought they had had more time. But they hadn't. They hadn't, they hadn't, they hadn't. Matt with gunshot wounds. Matt with blood running down his face, out of his chest.

Mihael looked up, tears pooling at the bottom of his deep blue six-year-old's eyes.

"When did you last see your father? Dammit!" More gunshots in the other rooms of the house. Screams from his mother. Screams from his brother. Screams from his sisters. "Tell me! Tell me now or I'll kill you, I swear to God!"

Except now it wasn't his family, it wasn't his sisters. It was Matt. And Matt was the last thing that had ever mattered to him. A man who has lost everything that matters to him is the most dangerous.

The thunder sounded like gunshots.


Together we await the Storm.

The love we have can last for ever.

Together we share our souls as one.


Please review! I really need to know how to improve my work! It will only take a second =3 I am very young though; so please don't be too harsh (I'm in year 8). Thanks a lot!