Inside Out [Mello x Reader]

1 | Colour Of Blood

[(y/n)'s POV]

The sound of blood dripping onto my black leather boots is one i am too familiar with. I don't know any other way. The blade in my hands is soaked in burgundy-red blood, just like the middle aged person - or rather corpse - lying in front of me. In case you're wondering what I'm doing outside at 3 am in a dark alley with a blade in my hands, let me explain.

My name is (y/n) and I'm something you could call an assassin. Just like Kira, I am an anonymous killer who was given a name by public: Burgundy. Unlike Kira, I get my own hands dirty and don't identify as a hero or anything alike. I just happened to witness the injustice and criminalities rising throughout the years here in Japan. Whenever I see people getting harassed, most of the time women, I just cannot look away. The only way to solve this, is to kill the evil.

I let out a sigh, putting my blade back into the inside of my long leather coat. I decide to call it a day since my headache is getting stronger. Maybe the martini at the end was too much combined with the stuff I drank before. I turn around and start walking towards home. "Home" is my cloud apartment I am renting, by the way.

When I'm there, I dial a number onto a display in order to open the huge door of the skyscraper building I live in. I swing the heavy door open and get into the elevator, dial the same number again and soon feel myself rising up like there's no end. As soon as the elevator stops at 57th floor, I walk out and get to my apartment door. I dial a different number a third time to unlock it and waste no time to take off my boots and take a quick shower. When I'm done, I throw myself onto my king size bed, snuggle into my blanket and look out the panoramic windows. Tokio was always alive at night, that's why I like to go out.

Maybe I'm trying to escape the loneliless I'm doomed with. I love the view from above, it kinda gives me the peace I never really had. Thousands of lights are lightning up the never ending city, which makes me feel really small in comparison. I close my eyes. This apartment is way too big for me, I always think to myself. I can feel another wave of loneliness hitting me again but the alcohol happens to be stronger and sends me to sleep.

In the end the only evil that's left, is me.

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What you just read was my life about one and a half year ago. I am now (y/age) years old and my life has drastically changed. At least for the time being, I am no longer a wanted criminal. So let me tell you what happened in the meanwhile.

Back then, while I was on a killing spree as per usual, I suddenly received a call from the japanese NPA. I was offered a deal. I was going to help them on missions as part of their investigation on the Kira case. In exchange, the penalties for my committed crimes shall be fully neutralized. The mere fact they'd let a sinner like me go free, simply showed how impactful Kira and how desperate the police was. Of course having to stop killing people was part of the deal.

And here I am, sitting in a comfortable office chair in a fancy bureau inside of a huge building. Taking part in the investigation itself has never been part of the deal though - I just happened to get along with my few colleagues surprisingly well, especially with young police officer Touta Matsuda. Plus Soichiro Yagami noticed my intellect and sharpness in particular. The task force I work with consists of five people: Touta Matsuda, Light Yagami, his father Soichiro Yagami, Aizawa and Mogi.

In the beginning the majority of the team refused to work together with me and turned to Soichiro Yagami. "You expect us to cooperate with criminals now?!", they said. Matsuda took part in convincing the others to work with me together and after I had proven that I'm useful to them, they started to accept me.

I didn't want to go back to my previous life and promised I'd be useful to the police. That's how I officially got to be part of the Japanese task force.

Alright, back to present again. I'm spinning around in my office chair, losing my sanity over this case. I look up to the wall, counting the tiles but I never get to a result.

"Burgundy, taking a break again? Your concentration has been the same as of a one-day-fly lately", Matsuda says jokingly and provocately looks me in the eyes. "Shut it", I answer and pull myself to the desk.

My gaze wanders down to the documents again. I am currently reading the biography of two young men, which are considered to be the successors of the world's most successful investigator L. L was part of the team but, unfortunately, died at the hands of Kira. Since I had joined the NPA after that incident, I never got to know him though. But one of his two successors had drawn my attention in particular.

How do you leave your orphanage at the age of fifteen and just casually change continents in order to join the mafia. I can't help but let out a small laugh. "Burgundy, what's the matter? ", Mogi asks.

"That guy's straight up crazy. Well, I guess leaving your orphanage before your fifteenth birthday in order to join the American mafia is attainable for someone with 168 iq. "

"Oh, you're talking about him", Aizawa says.

I look at the hand-drawn black and white picture, which is attached to the documents, closely. A neat haircut, almost shoulder-length and some bangs hanging into the eyes. It was a phantom picture of a child. Investigators of the Kira case shouldn't have any pictures of them for pretty obvious reasons. The child was smiling. I could still tell there was some sort of sadness in its eyes. I mean, that's to expect when you grow up without parents.

In the description it says he had blonde hair and blue eyes, currently nineteen years old. Since his real name is not given, I can only read his nickname. Mello.