I'm thinking about deleting this story...review if you want it to stay alive.

Warnings: Name Spoilers, Rape, Mentions of Rape, Cutting, Suicide Attempts

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or Matt and Mello.

Mihael came with his own warning label – skin tight black leather and three inch boots that screeched out: Don't Fuck With Me. I had expected the restroom to be empty when I had charged in, small droplets of blood still hanging from my lip. Football – not my thing. I never expected Mihael Keehl(TheMihael Keehl) to be standing there, unlit cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he asked me for a light.

I had to remind myself not to gawk. At the time I wasn't sure which surprised me more, that Mihael thought I smoked, or that he was actually talking to me. But now that I look back on it, I agree on the latter. From the time Mihael had transformed from an anti-social second best ninth grader to a sex god of an tenth grader, I was fascinated by him beyond any sane boundary.

I stared up at him, my eyes stalling on the bright red rosary that stood out from the rest of his black attire. I'd heard a lot about Mihael. I'd heard that he'd given head to half of the foot ball team before school had even started. I'd heard that he'd been charged for DUI and had vomited on the arresting officer, only to have gay sex in the holding tank. I'd heard that he'd cracked a vase over Linda's father's skull just because the old geezer told him that he couldn't smoke weed in his house. I'd heard that he'd raped Nate Rivers out of jealous spite, then beat him into keeping his mouth shut. I'd heard many things about Mihael Keehl, and I believed them all.

In response to his cocky smirk, I made eye contact. In the dark(almost black) blue of his eyes – like the ocean after a storm, just as fatal and wild- I expected to see some sign of anger. (After all, I had never answered his question. And no one, no one, gets away without answering Mihael Keehl.) But I didn't. Under the lazy half-mooned lids, his eyes were calm and soothing. And in them, a glint of both protection and danger danced.

"So tell me," He paused to take a drag of his cigarette (so he had a light after all...) "Do you know who I am?"

You're Mihael Keehl, who had sex in a police station, you're Mihael Keehl who attacked Linda's father, you're Mihael Keehl who raped a fourteen year old boy because you felt like it.

"Miha-"

"It's Mello."

He took a long drag and exhaled evenly, his head tossed back against the ugly blue bathroom wall. It suited him, the smoking I mean. It complimented his looks and it complimented his personality. Complimented everything about Miha- Mello.

"You?"

He held the cigarette out for me. As I took it, a seductive curl of smoke rose from his lips like a ghost between us.

"...Matt."

He nodded once, a smug smirk sliding onto his lips.

"Well, Matt," His smirk only grew at my shudder. "You gunna let that burn out?"

I let my eyes flicker to the cigarette in my hand for a few seconds before darting them back to Mello.

"Mello," I tried out the new name, "I don't smoke."

Half of me hoped he wouldn't speak again, I was almost certain that if he did I would become much too light headed to think of a response; but my other half was begging for me to give in and get drunk off his aura. His lips curved up into an airy smile, but much to my relief and dismay, he didn't say anything more. He tapped another cigarette out of the crumpled paper package and popped it into his mouth, a clear statement that he wasn't going to leave. I stared down at the lit cigarette in my hand.

Yes, I didn't smoke. But there's a first time for everything.

To be Continued...

I know it's short, but it's the prolog xD the next chapter will be longer and better. I apologize.
-Jennifer