At times, you couldn’t help but appreciate Mello for being exactly who he was.
You’d known him since your days at Wammy’s, and if you understood anything about Mello, it was that he projected an exterior that was loud, unpredictable, and unapologetically bold. But you also knew that underneath, Mello was a soulless, egotistical mess with a twisted sense of justice—which led him to see you as his innocent, naive little friend who needed his protection from the world’s cruelty.
And frankly, you didn’t mind that one bit. A Mello with a bit of madness was the perfect Mello. His nature made him too easy to manipulate, letting you toy with his insecurities to get him to do what you wanted. You could tolerate his hovering as long as it kept people you didn’t want around at bay—and kept you entertained.
Then, of course, Mello got his hands on the Death Note. Naturally, you played your part effortlessly, acting the role of the “sweet, caring soul” he thought you were, objecting to the notebook’s use just enough to make Mello believe he had the upper hand as you “reluctantly gave in.”
As the two of you lounged on the sofa in his office at the Mafia base, your attention half-absorbed by the info pages on your laptop, your mind was a million miles away. You could hardly suppress the thrill that rose in your chest at the power you’d just gained. Your plans for the Death Note? Definitely not as noble as Kira’s.
No, your goal was to push Mello’s limits—seeing how far you could go to have him wipe out the people who simply annoyed you. And oh, this was the kind of entertainment you’d been craving! The endless monotony you’d felt was finally coming to an end.
