- FATE - (Mello x Yandere Reader)

- Fate Brought Us Together - (Prologue) -

Believe it or not, I write more than just Attack on Titan fanfics (surprise!)

I'm trying to broaden my subject matter, so to speak. Plus, I really like Mello. I know L has a ton of fangirls, which I totally understand, I am one of his fangirls, but seriously...Mello is underrated. I'd almost go as far as saying he's my favorite, except...I can't chose a favorite. I like L, Near and Mello equally. Can you have three favorites?

Apparently you can, since I do. But seriously, does Mello not look like an older Armin? Tell me I'm not the only one that thinks that.

(Your POV)

It started years ago, when we were still teenagers. At the time, I didn't know who he was. I had never seen him before that moment, and I almost didn't see him at all. Of course, fate wanted us together, and I happened to be walking past the front gate to Wammy's House - the creepy, secluded orphanage - eager to get out of the rain.

I was just about ready to make a break for my house when a frog jumped in front of me.

The rain must've coaxed it out.

I knelt down in front of it instead of continuing on my path home. Thank goodness I did, or I never would've met him. My Mello.

He was upset about something, and he nearly tripped over me as he stormed out of the gates. I looked up, surprised by the sudden yelp.

There he stood, towering over me, since I was kneeling, his blue eyes filled with fury. The way the rain ran down in skin in a transparent trail was almost hypnotic. It was like I couldn't drag my gaze away from the droplets that slid down his face and fell from his chin. Who was this boy with the golden hair? His intense, icy eyes narrowed after a few moments of me staring.

"Do you have a problem?" He growled, and I shook my head quickly, my face flushing. I was currently thirteen, and though I've like a few boys before, I've never seen someone as beautiful as him. Wait, is that even an adjective you can use for a boy? Beautiful?

Apparently it was, since that was he is.

Completely and totally beautiful.

"Who are you?" I asked, standing up.

"My real name is none of your business, but you can call me Mello. And I'm nobody. Don't tell anyone you saw me leaving, okay?"

Without saying another word, he turned and ran, his leather boots making loud splashes in the puddles that littered the England streets. I watched him leave, my hand outstretched, but I didn't call him back.

I thought he'd come back on his own, eventually.

I went home that day, a smile on my lips. It was one that lasted for days, and it brightened whenever I pictured his face in my mind.

However, as days turned into weeks, it faded.

Every day, I walked in front of the orphanage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blonde haired boy, but I never saw him. After five months, I gave up.

Years passed, and I stopped thinking about him. At least, I tried to. No matter how much time passed and no matter how hard I tried to forget him, I just couldn't.

When I was seventeen, my mother moved us to America right after she divorced my father, and all hope I had of ever seeing him again vanished instantly.

Well, at least...that's what I thought.

Until one day, right after my nineteenth birthday, fate pulled us together again. This time, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. It was hot and sunny - the complete opposite of the day we had first met. I was with a group of friends, window shopping, when I caught sight of golden hair in the corner of my eye.

Out of pure instinct, I looked.

It was him.

Mello, the boy I had fallen head over heels for all those years ago, was here, in L.A. What were the odds that both of us would move here? At that moment, I was convinced. This wasn't coincidence, it was fate. We were meant to be together.

I had politely excused myself, and followed him, until he eventually stopped. I watched him, my eyes carefully taking in every detail of his face.

He had grown up since I had last seen him, obviously, but his haircut what the same. He still had the same blue eyes and the same defiant look in them. His facial features were more defined now, and he was more fit than when I had first seen him, but he was definitely the same person. Only now, he was older, and hotter.

I smirked to myself. He wouldn't get away from me this time. No...I wasn't going to lose him ever again. Fate never lied.

Yeah, I let my inner yandere out a bit. I usually have the character the fanfic is about be the yandere, but this time I decided to switch it up. What do ya'll think? Poor Mello, I'm going to make his life miserable ;)