Hello there dear readers, this is a story of one shots for Mello that a good author wrote for me. I had edited some of it but she did this chapter. Thank you Barcode432. I hope you enjoy this lovely reader. Italics are her thoughts.

It was hard to concentrate with all the loud shrieking and yelling of the children; even thought I was as far as possible from the field it was distracting. My back was plastered to an oak tree which was shading me from the heat from the sun. I had to write in the journal to help me deal with my problems. My psychologist had suggested it; after initially refusing I had finally accepted it, hoping that it might actually help. To my surprise, however, it kind of did. I was never the type of person to share my pains with others; so this worked fine for me.

Dear Journal,

I had that dream again. He was standing right next to me, and I struggled to reach for his hand but it was like my hand was made of stone; when I was close to touching his arm, he vanished. Then everything went black and I was in space, floating in a bubble filled with water, I was drowning, I tried to calm myself but to no vail. I thrashed and flailed, trying to somehow get out. I missed my father. Why did he have to die? Is he with mom? I am starting to forget how she looked like. Is Aiden there? Every day I asked myself these questions. Why did it have to be like this? I was a weakling for continuously acting like I was the only one who was hurt; I lived in an orphanage for god sakes, everyone here had tragedy in their lives. Roger thinks that I might be depressed but I am not, I just have a hard time coping.

I had to go and hide my journal; you won't believe how many kids try to steal other people's secrets and to be honest I'd rather not have people here know anything about me.

Thwack!

Something smashed into the back of my head; pain instantly pulsed through my head. A familiar hot feeling washes over me. I gasped and tried to calm myself before I got detention or worse by injuring the bastard.

I gingerly turned around and spotted Mello; I hate that stupid kid, I hated everyone here but I hated him the most.

"Move, wench." Mello sneered. My placid look was instantly replaced with a furious one. Get a hold of yourself Raven. I stood up and attempted to walk away when someone stuck out their foot thinking that I wouldn't see it.

"Are you going to sink so low Mello?" I ground out repressing the urge to smash his face on something.

"I'm not fighting you, you're a girl!" He hissed.

"Well then get out of my way faggot" I snapped realizing too late what I had just said. The fiery feeling was replaced by fear for a second before it returned. Mello tensed and his nostrils flared, his blue eyes froze like ice. I clenched my jaw and prepared for the fight about to ensue. He gets to call me names yet he can't handle them

"What did you just say?" He growled getting closer to me. I couldn't take competing with him for second place. He should be 10th if anything. He ran on extreme emotions and although he might've been smart, he wasn't very likable. All of a sudden, there was this tiny voice I heard. Leave now Raven. I quickly shut that little voice up and glared at Mello.

"You heard me; you're not deaf are you?". I sensed Mello didn't want to throw the first punch, but neither did I. Stop this Raven! You can't win by fighting! I tried to push past him, but he caught my hands in a stone grip. What the hell. My eyes snapped to his in a heated glare. I started panicking after I couldn't remove his stupid hands.

"I'm better than you will ever be! You're nothing but a boy who looks like a girl!" I cried and when Mello's eyes widened I snatched my arms back and dashed away. Normally I would be able to fight my way out of anything but everyone here had martial arts training and I was severely out numbered. I doubt that Matt would fight; but Mello's cronies would. Someone tackled me from behind and we fell to the floor in a heap. I quickly got up and shoved them off, adding a swift punch. I was sure I broke something because there was a crunch as my fist landed right in the middle of Mello's face. Someone must have told Roger what was happening, because he was rushing to the scene faster than I had expected from someone his age.

"What is going on here?" Roger shouted as Mello rose to his feet and leaped at me. Roger swiftly restrained him before his fist came in contact with my face. We stood there glowering at each other.

"She punched me!" Mello shouted. He stood up and glared at me. "But it doesn't mean I'm gonna lose." My eyes widened, but no matter how much he struggled Roger's grip remained. For an old man he is strong.

"That is enough, you two! Mello, Luna, both of you come with me!" Roger bellowed. Thanks a lot Mello, you got me in trouble, bastard! I followed Roger and Mello and we went into Roger's office. He sat us down in front of us and looked at us over his glasses. "What in the world is going on with you two? Luna, why would you hit Mello?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I hit Mello is more like it." I spat venomously.

"Luna!" Roger scolded. I crossed my arms and glared at Mello out of the corner of my green eyes.

"Mello, you are excused, but first, what did you have to do with this?"

"He was calling me––"

"I want to hear it from Mello's point of view Luna." Roger stated. This isn't fair! He's gonna lie! JERK!

"We were calling each other names, and I had no intention of hitting her, but she had every intention of hitting me! That's what happened. May I leave now?" he ground out.

"Of course you had every intention of hitting me! Why else would you throw a ball at my head?" I asked glaring at him. Liar!

"Because I knew you'd lose! I don't want to hurt you Luna!" He yelled and ran out of the room. I looked at Roger, shocked. The room was silent; the only sound was the ticking of his grandfather clock. He didn't want to hurt me?

"You may go now Luna. No more punching, okay?" I was holding back tears and nodded at Roger; I tended to cry when I was angry. Why was I the one who got chastised when Mello clearly started the fight? As I walked out of the room I let the tears fall and rubbed them. What is he trying to pull; He was probably doing it to get out of trouble.

"You better go talk to Mello." I heard a voice. I turned around and saw Near standing there.

"Why?" I asked. Near just shook his head and he started to walk towards the play room. I followed him, I didn't want to talk to Mello; I mean why should I apologize. I always tried to keep my anger in check and I have done a good job until I met him, Mello was just very good at pissing me off.

"Well…whatever I'm going to my room." I growled quietly and stomped out; I don't understand why Near is angry at me, but I wasn't going to take responsibility for anything. I crashed into someone as I turned the corner; messy red hair. I inwardly groaned. I don't need this now. Matt was Mello's closest friend and I had no intention of talking to him now. I moved to pass him when he shoved me back.

"What do you want Matt?" I snapped and clenched my teeth. His goggles weren't on his eyes but he pulled them down before I could make eye contact. He grasped my arm and started to drag me. I knew where this was going and I started to struggle; Matt seemed angry, I don't know how I know, but I wasn't about to be forced to go visit Mello at all.

"Dammit Matt, let go of me." I snarled. I was in no mood to deal with this, I contemplated hitting him but that was out of question. Roger was already mad at me; I didn't feel spending the rest of my break in the grey room.

"You are going to talk to Mello" he snapped, glancing back at me. We were in front of Mello's room now. Matt kicked in the door and shoved me inside, pulled the door shut before I could even move off the floor. I growled and stood up; Mello was lying on his bed facing away from me. Why was everyone siding with him anyways?

"What do you want?" He asked turning towards me with a deadly glare, I returned it and went to the door. I tried to open it unsuccessfully; Matt was certainly holding it from the other side.

"Nothing! I was pushed in here." I disdainfully stated.

"This is your entire fault. This is why you should be third, you're too spontaneous!" He yelled. I am spontaneous? I wonder what that makes you.

"And you're a whiny little bitch who runs on emotions." I said snorting a little bit. There was silence in the room until he spoke again.

"I have an excuse, but I doubt you do." Mello plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. An excuse? What the hell is he talking about?

"What excuse?" I asked. "What do you mean?" for once I think I was having a legit conversation with Mello, even if I was still fighting the urge to hit him. He opened a drawer and pulled something out. I heard wrappers and I got the hint of chocolate. How the heck did Mello have an excuse? No one has an excuse to be mean to someone, unless they are mortal enemies. I have a reason to be vengeful to anyone who crossed me like Kira, probably to kill him too. I just hope I never meet him again until I am ready to take him down.

"I could've hurt you before, many times. Do you want to know why I didn't?" he asked.

"Uh… What do you call tripping and shoving me every chance you get, playing?" I asked

"Oh my god, you are so stupid Luna! He lay back down and turned on his side, effectively turning his back to me. "I haven't hurt you, because I don't want to hurt you." He said. No…way….

"You say that you haven't hurt me; I have a migraine from the stupid ball and I probably got a bloody knee from the last time you tripped me. So you have hurt me and this is the one time I retaliated with violence." Mello was quite for a long time before he turned around; the look on his face startled me. He looked almost remorseful; it was awkward and I turned away and went to look out his window. A bunch of kids were running around chasing a ball in an attempt at soccer.

"Sorry, I forgot that girls couldn't handle rough play" I swear to god he sounded like he was smirking; my brow twitched. The boys here seemed to think that girls were frail and even though the girls didn't do anything to contradict it, it sometimes got on my nerves. Even the older boys seemed to avoid being near girls; kind of like how kids separate themselves by believing the other gender had cooties. I snorted and turned to him.

"Funny for you to say that Mellony." The smirk was wiped clean of his face and he growled. I felt my mouth curl up and when he saw that I was just teasing, he relaxed. Personally I could care less of gender stereotypes cause I found them somewhat funny. What truly bothers me is when people mistake me for an American or calling me puckhead, Canuck and other insulting names. Matt opened the door and peaked in; upon seeing that we're both alive he strolled inside and sat at the edge of Mello's bed, turning on his Gameboy and ignoring us. I glared at him, and was at a loss of what to do now. Mello and I were having a conversation, the first one we've ever had on decent terms. In case you haven't noticed I wasn't very socialable; things became awkward really fast.

So what do you think? I hoped you enjoyed this. I had originally wanted to make this a one-shot but decided against it. If I get enough review and likes then I will continue; pssst I'll continue it anyways but please review. Please review if you think I deserve it.