Title: The Nanny

Summary: One wouldn't assume that a high ranking Mafia boss would need supervision. But his quick temper gets the better of his associates and they hire him… A NANNY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, its characters or any label mentioned. I don't even own the plot. This was all due to the wonderful imagination and whimsy of Mello's Favorite Reject, MY Mail.

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Rod Ross was a burly, intimidating man. He had an eight pack, bulging muscles, and a seeming hatred of shirts. He had no less than two women hanging off of him at all times, barring when he was in the bathroom. He also led and owned most every mafia affiliate on the West Coast.

But he was pussy whipped by a nineteen year old, homosexual blonde.

This wasn't his choice, of course, but he had a grudging respect for young Mello. He was, after all, Rod's right hand and the reason the gang was so successful. But the blonde was technically the ruler of everything that happened in the underground criminal world, and that was because he had a quick temper.

This much became obvious when he was on his first mission. One of Rod's men that was faithful, but dumber than a bag of rocks, had looked at the Beretta 92D Mello was holding and stupidly asked, "Do you even know how to use that kid?"

Mello's response had been to smile so evilly that even Rod was chilled to the bone and say, "Of course. Want to see?" Then he'd shot the man in the head.

And the rest of the subordinates had been afraid of Mello ever since.

Now, Rod was a patient man. You had to be, when it came to running a crime syndicate. But this was pushing it a little far.

Mello had killed three of his best men and even more whores (not that Rod was particularly mad about that; he never fucked the same whore twice) and had set fire to a crate of cocaine. Easy enough to get back, but a pain in the ass, nonetheless. So Rod called Kal Snydar over and wrote up a quick note, passing it to Kal.

"Put that in the newspaper in the ads section or whatever. We gotta do something about Mello." The sickly looking man standing next to him read over the script and looked back at his boss skeptically.

"Why don't we just kill him? Be a lot easier."

"No! Mello's too valuable for us to lose; besides, this could turn out to be funny." Kal looked over the note again and nodded, slinking out of the building and scowling the whole way.

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DUN DUN DUNNN! Review, please!