A/N: Spoiler alert, for Mello's real name.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, and I don't own Mello. (sigh) Or Matt. (cries)
I guess all I really own is my pen name. (shrugs) Ah well.
P.S. For all of those that read Strange Days At Wammy's House, I'm working on Chapter 5, and I'm hoping to have it up by Tuesday.
"Mihael! Why can't you control your temper? This is the fourth note from your teacher this week!" his mom exclaimed.
Mihael Keehl was at a loss for words; although he was a genius, he was only five years old, and the sight of his upset mother made him clam up.
"We never have this problem with your brother! Why can't you be more like him?" she demanded.
Mihael flushed at the mention of his brother; his perfect, always-better-than-him, brother.
He clenched his hands into fists; what made his brother so special?
Mello snapped himself out of the flashback machine, and took a bite out of his untouched chocolate.
Matt looked up from his game; a rare occurrence. "You okay?" he asked, and Mello nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" he snapped.
"Oh, cool." Matt said; going back to playing his game. He sensed that it would be best just to leave Mello alone.
Mello sighed; why did he keep remembering them? That had all been 13 years ago. They were dead, and he'd hated them when they were alive, so his memories need to cooperate, and let themselves fade away.
"Remember Mihael," his father said in a hard tone. "Always be the best. If you're not the best, you're just a loser."
"Yes father," he'd answered; already hardened and serious at so young an age.
"If you're the absolute best at what you do, then everyone will come to you; to first is to have true power," his father sternly added.
"Earth to Mello!" Matt said, snapping his fingers in front of his best friend's face. "You alive over there?" he asked.
"Yeah," Mello replied, but then he scowled. "Quit snapping your freaking fingers in my face!" he shouted.
Matt grinned, "Sorry," he said. "I had to wake you up somehow though. I'd been talking to you for nearly ten minutes." Matt's face had turned serious, and concern was visible in his goggled eyes. "It was creepy, Mel; you were spaced out farther than I was when Twilight Princess finally came out."
Mello rolled his eyes; "People think Matt." he spat out, and Matt looked down at the floor.
"Yeah, sorry." he muttered; going back to his game.
Flames licked every surface of the house and sparks flew in the sky.
Mihael, his face and clothing streaked with smoke, and ash, sat on the ground watching. He was transfixed as all he knew fell into ashy ruin.
The police had picked him up, and sat him in a patrol car; even when they shut the door he still stared at the blaze. Once they turned the corner though, he didn't look back.
When he was stuck waiting at the police station, he didn't ask where his family was.
As he shuffled from orphanage to orphanage, he never cried for his family.
He never had, and he never would.
A/N: Just to make it clear, Mello didn't set the house on fire. Someone that was an enemy to his family did. I'll let you decide for yourself who it was. When I was writing this though, I pictured Mello's family as very powerful.