Warning: Rated M for some sexual content and swearing

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of it's characters. But I do own my own characters.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Rose never thought she would find someone who was both high and drunk. She never thought she'd ever have to escort someone in that condition home. She also didn't think she'd ever get attached to them. But these things did happen, and two out of three of them happened in one night. She had found a young man sitting on the side walk, looking very tired, very relaxed, and very drunk. She had half a mind to just leave him there, but she had a feeling that if she didn't take him home; he would end up spending the night here.

"Hey, do you need help getting home?" she asked kneeling down to the young man. When he looked at her, he looked like the living dead. His eyes had no light in them, he had bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess and he looked like he wanted to be left alone. He looked at her and seemed to be thinking- or at least trying too.

"Yeah… I do need help getting home. The part of my brain that is working right now is telling me that being here is a bad idea," he said, sounding gruff but really tired. Rose smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and helped him up. She held him up by wrapping her arm around his waist so he wouldn't fall.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing out so late?" the young man slurred. Well, she was originally going to get groceries, but obviously that wasn't happening.

"I just felt like going on a walk. I'd like to know why you are drunk and high and sitting on the sidewalk," she said as they began to walk.

"I'm happier this way… Besides, I've been in worse situations," he said before yawning. The yawn was then followed by vomiting; luckily Rose managed to avoid his sick.

"Dinking away your problems isn't the smartest thing to do, you know," she said, stepping over the mess.

"Again, I've done worse things. I've had sex with strangers, I've done tons of drugs, I've starved myself, you name it, I've probably done it," he said.

Rose continued to walk and talk with this stranger; often times he would tell her where she needed to go, but more often than not he kept asking where they were. But finally they managed to get to his apartment. The man gave her the key, instructing her to unlock the door. Once inside, she guided him to what was assumed to be the bedroom.

"So… what's your name…?" he asked as he lied down on the bed.

"Rose. What's yours?" she responded.

"Mello. There is a spare key on the counter next to the front door… take it. You can come back any time," he said before passing out. Rose sighed before going to the counter in question and saw a silver key. She put the key onto her ring with a bit of trouble and then left. She figured she would come back tomorrow to see how Mello was doing.