Hey guys! I can't believe I'm doing this…..but taaadaaa! It's a Death Note story! To be more specific, it's a Mello story! I really really need the reader's (and that means you) help with this. Since Mello isn't shown too much in the anime, it's hard to actually portray him. Please, please point out the flaws. And please help me a lot on this! Thank you!

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Mafia

I always thought that my life was more or less boring. I mean, with all the commotion about Kira, you'd think that I would have gotten more of a thrill, right? That's only if I were involved in it. All I ever did was sit in my bedroom, watching the news, trying to track down Kira on my own. It was pathetic and sad, since I got nowhere. One time, I got so desperate for action that I was about to broadcast a video that said that I was Kira, so I could contact L…only, I was fourteen at that time and had no real contacts.

Now, I kind of wished that my life was boring again. Being tied to a rope, blindfolded, and trapped, wasn't exactly my idea of excitement. Nonetheless, it was different from my everyday life. So I should have been happy. But I wasn't.

The ropes burned my wrists and my ankles with a pain similar to being on fire. It felt hot, yet cold at the same time. No doubt, the ropes were tied so tightly and uncomfortably that my wrists and ankles were dripping with blood by now. I felt the sticky, wet substance on my fingers. To make things worse, I was blindfolded with some dirty piece of cloth. Basically, I felt like a blind rat—no, more like a blind piece of crap.

After being in this room for two days without food or water, I was pretty much ready run blindly around, feeling for an exit. It was too bad that I had no idea where I was. From hearing the gang-like voices and smelling the damp, musty air, I had concluded that I was in some mafia base a while ago.

Having nothing to do, I decided trying to yell for help. It probably came out as a strangled scream, since they covered my mouth as well—smart mafia.

"So you're here," A masculine voice sneered at me. I said something along the lines of 'Way to state the obvious', but it probably came out as a blur of words.

"Boss, should we untie her?" Another voice, less smoother than the previous one, questioned.

"Only untie her mouth," The first voice spoke with a tone of authority, "Then bring her to me so I can interrogate her."

The man did as he was told. In one swift moment, the cloth around my mouth was gone. I gasped for air, trying to hold back a string of profanities that I had in mind. Then, the man picked me up in another swift movement. He was buff and very big. Truthfully, it scared. Nonetheless, it didn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"You freaking bastard! Let me go!" Instead of sounding strong like I wanted to, it came out as a weak plea. Silently, I cursed myself out.

"Such a pretty girl," The man carrying me commented under his breath before tossing me into a room. 'Great hospitality they have here,' I thought sourly.

"So your name is Kyoko Hanashima," A man spoke. It was the same man that spoke to me the first time.

"Last time I checked it was," I huffed. I was really testing out my luck, "But call me Arashi." I heard something crack—as if someone was eating chocolate. "Chocolate?"

"You're a smart one; being able to tell what I'm doing just by the sound of it," There was an underlying tone of malice in his voice, "And even smarter to use an alias." I had the feeling that we were the only ones in the room. To be truthful, I didn't know whether I was glad or petrified. "Wouldn't you want to know why you're here?" He chuckled darkly. I was having the sudden urge to smash his face in. Except, I didn't know how bulk he was.

"I supposed I do," I stated with a defeated sigh; I didn't feel quite snarky today. Plus, I was starving and dehydrated. "But I need food and water."

"Don't tell me what to do!" The man snapped at me. To be honest, the sudden outburst startled me. "I can kill you anytime I want." For some reason, I knew he wasn't kidding.

"Why am I here?" I was glad my voice didn't betray my absolute fear.

"The mafia kidnapped—no, took—you," I could almost hear a smirk. Honestly, I thought I was going insane, hearing smirks. 'So taking includes stuffing me into some basement and treating me like shit? Might wanna get a dictionary, or maybe some mannerism class,' I thought bitterly; too bad I didn't have enough energy to say it out loud. "You're good with weapons?" It was more a statement than a question.

"How do you know?" I gasped. I had successfully kept my guns, knives, and a few bombs away from my parents. Yet, how does this guy know?

"We got a record of the weapon shop; you know, the illegal one? And 'Arashi' was listed the customer's list," If my hands weren't bound together, I would have did the face-palm. I heard the man walking closer to me. As he invaded my personal bubble, I wanted to smack him; too bad I didn't. When he untied my blindfold, I was so happy I could cry.

I observed the guy who held me captive. He had long blonde hair that appeared somewhat orange in this lighting and blue eyes that seemed to drill into your soul. He was wearing a black mafia outfit, with a rosary on his neck. From the looks of it, he was probably only one or two years older than me. To be honest, he was kind of cute—in a badass way.

As soon as my mind registered again, I slapped the guy on his face, hard. His eyes widened than slowly narrowed into a death glare. And holy shit, it was scary. He swiftly took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at me, as if he had experience doing that. I wasn't going to go down like a wimp, so I grabbed a pistol hidden in my right boot and positioned it towards him in the same manner.

"You shoot me, I'll shoot you," I stated. As much as I wanted to sound brave, my threat came out with an air of uncertainty.

"Shoot me and you'll die," A sadistic smirk crept up on his features. Knowing that I liked my life (enough), I dropped the gun to the floor in defeat. "Good girl," He still had the gun pointed to me. "Now you better answer all the questions I ask you, alright?" I nodded with a look of scorn. I hated to do this, but I kind of wanted to live, you know? "Name?"

"I already told you."

"Age?"

"What is this; twenty questions?" He loaded his gun. "Okay, okay. 18."

"Why do you think you're here?"

"Because you kidnapped me." His finger came dangerously close to the trigger; I was guessing that he didn't like my answer. I threw my hands up in defeat. "Fine. Since I have skills in weapons and I know the trade of the black market—somewhat—I'm guessing that you're going to use me. Plus, I've heard of rumors about the local mafia wanting to find Kira. So why not? I think you want me to help you get to Kira. And I think you only asked this to find out my deduction skills." He looked at me as if I were some prize. Well, I kind of was…a stolen prize.

"You were a good pick," I sincerely hated how he talked like I was some disposable object. Technically, in a case with Kira, anyone is—even L, the world's greatest detective. "What school do you go to?" Funny he would ask that—he should have been in some college or university as well.

"UCLA," I shrugged nonchalantly.

"What year?"

"Freshman."

"Since you're eighteen, you are a legal adult."

"So I've been told."

"Join our mafia."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No." He took another bite of his chocolate.

"What would you do if I didn't join?"

"Shoot you." He chewed his chocolate. I swear—this guy must worship that stuff.

"And if I join?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was; who knew. "Do I get free chocolate?" I smiled at the thought of free candy.

"No." And boy, did he just smash my dream. "It's mine."

"Sharing is caring?"

"I'm not caring, so no." He cracked his chocolate with his teeth and at it in a dramatic flourish.

"Fine, I'll join, since I have no other choice." I stood up from the chair and began to leave the room, only to swivel around to face the blonde again. "What's your name?"

"Name's Mello. And welcome to my mafia."

Excellent. Now I get to join a mafia that specializes in tracking down Kira. That Mello better know what he's doing.

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