Mimi and Me

Summary: Mihael Keehl was six years old when he met the little Japanese girl only a year younger than himself. He only knew her for eight months, but he tainted her life with blood stained memories, and that made him unforgettable to her. Now...she was about to meet him...again...in similar circumstances.

Anime: InuYasha/Death Note

Pairing: Kagome/Mello

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Angst

Rated: M

A/N: Character Death

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Russha~

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"Russha! Russha!" A girl no older than five years old jumped up and down with her hands held by both her mother and father on either side of her. "Russha~!"

"Russia, darling, say it right." Her father smiled to her charmingly as he swung her onto the road and off of the curb with her mother.

The girl squealed in sheer excitement when her feet were off the ground before they touched the tarmac of the road. "...RUSSHA!"

"Dearest, she's only five," Her mother gave a gentle squeeze to the little girls hand. A black four door car pulled up in front of them and the girl jumped a few times more.

The dark tinted windows rolled down and the girl watched her reflection vanish as an older gentleman's face took its place before her. "Higurashi?" The man asked, sparing her a couple seconds of his attention before looking her parents over.

"That's us,"

"Get in."

Her parents opened the door in the back and her mother climbed in first before she too was ushered in. "...Russha?"

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(Elsewhere)

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My name is Mihael Keehl, six years old, son and heir of the Russian Mafia...also grounded...

"Mihael Keehl, you open this door now or I'll take it down!"

He scoffed, "GO AHEAD! IT'LL TAKE YOU LONGER TO TAKE MY DOOR DOWN THAN IT WILL TAKE ME TO CLIMB OUT OF MY WINDOW!"

"You really think so..."

He eyes his door cautiously, moving to his window, he opened it and climbed out, his blond hair placed back in a black clip, and his piercing blue eyes glaring out at the annoyance in the tree across from his window; a family of red robins had obviously taken it upon themselves to move into his tree, and were chirping incessantly. He was dressed in black jeans and a black shirt with white writing on the front that said, GOT CHOCOLATE in bold white letters, a black duffle with fur lining the hood and bottom of the jacket was worn over the shirt as he climbed carefully around the tree and let go of the bottom branch, closest to the ground.

"And where do you think you are going?"

He jumped and turned to see his mother, a spirited beauty with blonde hair and brown eyes, fair features and a soft complexion. He got his difficult personality and lively behavior from his mother, Elizaveta Keehl, her name, Elizaveta, meaning 'God is my Oath', was a prayer to him, his mother and his father, the boss of the Russian Mafia, Isai Keehl, Isai, which meant 'God is Salvation'. My name, Mihael, meant 'He Who is Like God'. Yeah, we are Christian, but we are a Mafia family...who said life needed to make since, it's how it was, ore life, the way we lived it...and I never wanted it to change.

"Get back to your room, Mihael!"

"No way, I had plans before everyone got all crazy about this Higurashi person paying a visit to dad!"

"What plans?"

"I do have friends you know!"

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, "You had better be back in two hours, no longer! If you aren't back by then, your father will hear about this!"

"...yes ma'am."

His mother was half Russian and half American, with a Russian name. His father however, was pureblooded Russian. So it made him, three fourths Russian and one fourth American. Really though, what the hell did he care about that for. He didn't, he just thought it was odd...how she was raised in America...and had somehow fallen in love with the Russian Mafia boss...however, he wouldn't complain, he was here because of that...what right did he have to complain.

Mihael ran out of the large gated and secured mansion and around the corner before taking off in a sprint towards a long stretch of street. He wasn't paying attention when he accidently knocked someone a little smaller than himself down onto the pavement.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

He looked to see a little girl, black hair pulled into braided pigtails and playful blue eyes filled with tears from the scraps she'd just received on the palms of her hands. She wasn't dressed for the cold of Russia; wearing a long sleeve red turtleneck and black slightly frilly skirt and white socks that came up to her knees with black silver buckled shoes on her feet. "Oi, you okay?"

"...hm? Russha?"

He noticed the different accent and the soft pale of her skin, the Asian tilt of her eyes and sighed, 'She probably doesn't speak Russian...maybe...English?' He knew only two languages, and figured he might as well take up a few more, for situations like this, "My name is Mihael; do you speak English?"

"...ENGLISH!" She smiled, "I speak English; I'm Kagome!" She stood up and took his hands in hers. He was aware of her injured palms, but she didn't seem to notice them anymore. "Do you want to play? It's so boring here, and daddy is busy with the blue eyed man! I want to play!"

"..." He was surprised, her English was phenomenal; he had thought she would only know an Asian language or something. "Sure, I'm on my way to meet some friends if you want to join me."

"YEAH!" She turned and smiled as a man came up to her, "Mr. Guard man!"

"Kagome, you shouldn't be outside." He looked up and his eyes widened a little, "Master Keehl, I thought you had been punished."

"What does it matter to you?" He narrowed his eyes, he knew this man was one of his fathers lackey's and that meant...his eyes lingered on the girl who still held his hands, 'That means, she's the daughter of one of father's connections...' He smirked, "Let's go Kagome,"

"Kay~! Bye Mr. Guard!"

"Bye...BYE?" He took off in a run after the two and Kagome laughed cheerfully as Mihael pulled her all sorts of directions before they had lost the man chasing them.

"...he'll be in trouble for losing you..." Mihael smiled at her, "Let's go, we are almost there."

Kagome followed him and smiled as the park came into view, as well as a few kids a little older than herself.

"Aye~ Keehl!"

Mihael waved the group over, "We have a new girl, and she wants to play with us."

"She's adorable!"

Mihael smirked, the only female in their group...she was their mother hen. She was also scaring the hell out of the girl who was clenching his sleeve in a death grip. "She won't hurt you."

"Not good! Not good!"

He couldn't help frowning and sighed, "Sorry Mandy, she's clingy to certain people..."

"Oh?" She smiled, "That's all fine, I guess. Shall we start the game?" She held the soccer ball out and grinned.

"Sure," He looked to Kagome, "Do you know how to play Soccer?"

"YES!" She let go of his coat and watched them split into groups, joining the one who didn't have the girl, Mandy, on it. Mihael noticed this to be the reason, since the team Mandy was on, was his own.

"It looks like she'd rather be on our team then yours, Mihael!" Another boy called out, laughing at the irony of it.

"Classic; shot down by a five year old!"

"HAHA~"

Kagome couldn't speak Russian, but she could tell what they were talking about. It was obvious as they kept looking at her and patting her on the head. She didn't mind, it was only that girl, the one with the twisted look in her eyes. The eyes of someone her dad had told her to stay far away from. The ball was kicked in her direction and she was quick on her feet, moving its general direction, she kicked it past the head of the girl and watched it hit the net behind her. Her eyes lingered on the girl who glared, despite the laugh she had let roll free from her lips.

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It was three hours later; Mihael was walking back with Kagome holding his hand, and smiled at the girl. "You are really good at Soccer, where did you learn to play?"

"Papa!"

"Oh?"

She smiled and ran forward, catching him off guard as he watched her run into the arms of a worried older man. "Kagome, my little Kagome! Where were you? I told you not to wonder!"

"Dear, please. Don't be so upset, she was obviously in safe hands." Kagome smiled as her mother took a damp cloth to her cheek and washed away smudges of dirt. "She was just getting to know her knew babysitter,"

"..." Mihael stared in confusion and made a mental note to learn the language being spoken.

"Boy, do you speak English?"

"Yes, yes sir."

"Good, you will be watching my daughter, starting this Monday. Your father will go over the details later tonight, I'm sure."

Mihael's eyes widened, "BABYSIT!" He was not a babysitter, he did not babysit! He looked at the girl who smiled cutely at him as her father and mother left with her held in her fathers arms. "...I have to...babysit her?" He sighed, walking through the gates to see his mother fuming. "Damn, I'm late..."

"YES YOU ARE! ROOM! NOW!"

He didn't argue, walking inside, he made his way to his slightly messy room and looked to see his father waiting patiently on his bed. "Boy?"

"Sorry dad, I lost track of time. I was playing Soccer with Kagome and a few friends."

"That Mandy girl too?"

"...yes,"

"I've told you! She's bad news! Drop her boy!"

"..." He nodded, 'Kagome seemed scared of her too...is she really so bad? What does everyone see...that I can't?' He looked up when his father pat the spot next to him, then sat down by his dad.

"You have met Kagome?"

"Yes sir."

"She's a good girl. You will be watching over her while her father and mother reside in Russia. I've hired a Japanese instructor to teach you the language, you will learn it. Keep the girl safe, no matter what..."

"...Yes father."

"Good, I'll talk to your mother, try and calm her down."

"Thank you." He rarely said it, but this was one of those moments...he truly meant it.

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Mihael spent the next month and a half studying the Japanese language while he wasn't watching over Kagome. Normally, he would invite a few friends over, none of which were Mandy, and they would play in the backyard with Kagome. His mother preferred it that way, and would make snacks and drinks for them while they played. His mother had also taken up playing dress up with Kagome.

"Ready?" He asked the girl by his side, "We're going to park again."

"YES! Mimi's Japanese is better!"

"I've been studying day and night...I would hope so."

"Mimi is a genius!"

'You aren't the first to call me that...' It was common knowledge that he liked to learn, to know things. He was a fast learner and quick on his feet, in situations that most kids wouldn't know a thing about. However, he was quick tempered too. That wan't really appreciated by his private tutors or the librarians when they told him that the subject he was researching was a black listed topic. No...It wasn't appreciated.

"Mimi is distracted..."

"Huh? Oh, no...Sorry about that." He frowned, "Hey, why do you keep calling me Mimi, its Mihael."

"...Mihael is Mimi...Mimi is mine!" She hugged him tightly around his waist, accidently causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards with her still holding him. He blushed with her lying in his lap. "S-sorry," She stood up and dusted the white Capri's that she wore off.

"Don't you get cold in those clothes you wear?"

"Mm, no...I'm warm blooded, so I'm always warm!"

"Hey, you said I'm a genius, but you're really smart too."

"Huh? You really think so?"

He watched her eyes widened, he knew this familiar look; she had an idea.

"COULD YOU TEACH ME RUSSIAN!"

Yes, he had broken her out of that Russha thing she did. "I guess I could...but you have to want to learn it. Not just a momentary phase where three days later you don't want to anymore."

"...KAY!"

He sighed, 'Guess I'll have to wait and see just how serious she is about learning Russian.' He smiled, 'I can wait...'

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Me: This is just an idea that's been in my mind since 2009, yeah...I don't forget my ideas, I just think them over till I'm ready to write them and/or post them. Hope you all enjoy, and don't worry, Mihael will be Mello soon enough! Please REVIEW! Sankyu~! ^_^''