Hello! Your friendly neighborhood freak here! First time I've attempted to write anything in a loooong ass while. My first attempt never even finished. Haha. Hopefully, with support, this one will though.

Summary: It's been a year since they met; Matt and Mello. This story is basically Mello remembering the events since the first day and how their relationship came to be. So it's Mello's POV, pretty much all a flashback until it catches up to the current time.

Pre-Read Notes: There will be cursing and fluff later. And rated M for MelloMatt! And PLEASE comment, mean people will get ignored and damned. Well enjoy! :D

Chapter Une: First Day Fight

It was quiet and dark; it was peaceful. Mello lay on his bed, Matt curled up at his side, and all he could think about was how lucky he was to have met his precious redhead.

It had almost been a year since that first day. Mello chuckled to himself as he remembered how when he first saw him, he thought he would hate the child. How completely wrong he had been, for even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he loved Matt irrevocably.

He looked around the room they shared at Whammy's. It was neat and tidy on Mello's side, while Matt's was just a crumpled ball of paper shy of being a total disaster; Mello decided he would fix that later. Matt's bed was almost completely covered in clothes and electrical cables thus the reason he was sleeping in Mello's bed. He sighed. He really didn't mind actually, he kind of liked sharing a bed. But only with Matt.

He looked to the alarm clock on his desk. The bright red numbers stood out in the darkness and read: 2:53 a.m. He sighed once more and relaxed into Matt's body. It was a Sunday, so he had the whole day to himself and his read headed boy-toy.

He thought more on that first day..trying to remember every little detail he could, and he soon found himself dozing off and going back to that time..he could practically hear Rodger calling his name from his office..

(breako!)

It was September third ,a Sunday, and Mello was laying down on his bed, face buried in a psychology textbook, with just enough space to squeeze a chocolate bar though and snap off a piece. He swirled it around his mouth with his tongue and let it melt. After a few moments of savoring the never too familiar taste, he swallowed it and moved the chocolate bar back up to his mouth for another sweet bite.

However, his actions were stopped as he heard his name being called from the hallway. It was dear old Roger.

The chocolate bar was a mere couple centimeters from his lips, but he reluctantly set it down and got up off his bed. He sighed. What did that grouchy man want this time? Mello couldn't remember doing anything TOO bad lately.. Nothing straying from the ordinary Mello behavior anyways.

He strode down the hallway, and made his way to Roger's office. It took all but about five minutes to get there, Mello taking his time seeing as how he loved to antagonize the man as much as possible.

When he came to the door marked 'Roger' in bold golden letters, with the word 'sucks' etched tauntingly underneath, he smirked and stepped right in without knocking.

"Ah Mello." Roger eyed him with the same look he always did. Untrusting, wary, and slightly annoyed. "I'm glad you could make it here so quickly."

Mello's smirk became more prominent on his face.

"Well I've called you here to discuss some new arrangements with you. You are to be having a new roommate staying with you."

Mello's smirk started to falter.

"We've just received a new child to care for and have decided to place you two together since he's about the same age as you. And I'll be expecting you to be CIVIL towards him and help him get adjusted around here. And I don't want to have any of your nasty plots being used against him or including him otherwise."

Mello's smirk came back. He put on an innocent face and batted his eyes at Roger.

"Do you really think I would do something so..'heinous'?"

Roger looked at him like he would pull a bomb on him at any second.

"I mean it Mello. Now I'd like you to meet your roommate, Matt."

It seemed that out of thin air a boy with bright red hair and big orange goggles holding a ratty torn up back pack strolled casually out of the darker regions of Roger's office.

He looked at Mello, smiled, and gave a little wave.

"Hiya," he said cheerfully.

Mello grimaced. Surely he wasn't one of those happy-go-lucky rainbow freaks. Or they would never come close to getting along.

"I hope you know, I dislike sharing very much." Mello said it with venom, wanting to see if he could intimidate his new roomie a little. Matt didn't seem to be bothered at all.

"That's great." He smiled. "Because neither do I." Then he turned to Roger after seeing Mello frown in annoyance.

Rodger was rummaging threw one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a neat white sheet of paper and handed it to Matt.

"Here is your schedule. After calculating your test scores, we've decided to place you in the advanced classes along with Mello."

Mello's mouth dropped open at the statement. How in the HELL did this unimportant newbie manage to get advanced placement?! It was not right, it was not fair, it was absolutely unacceptable.

He made a mental note to watch him and make sure he wouldn't be surpassed. Dear god, why was he chosen to be put through hell in the form of this unwelcomed person? This day was just turning out to be terrible.

Rodger bent down behind his desk and came back up with a large cardboard box and set it on top of his desk.

"This box has all your textbooks and other necessary items you will be needing. There are clothes of your preference, toiletries, and the other items you requested. I hope you will find everything to your liking. If you find later that you need anything else, feel free to come to my office. Now I'll let Mello show you to your room."

Matt took that as a sign to grab the rather heavy box from the table and moved to follow Mello but Rodger tapped his shoulder and whispered something Mello couldn't hear.

Matt nodded his head in understanding. The corners of his lips turned up slightly in deviousness.

Mello stood, attempting to glare holes into his brain, at the doorway.

"Just come on already." he grumbled.

Matt just smiled sweetly at him and followed.

Mello had walked as slowly as possible down the halls just so Matt would have to carry the heavy box longer and possibly tire him out some. When they finally reached 'their' room, he sighed in aggravation. It was no longer his own personal space. He would have to be sharing HIS air with some other lowly body. He was NOT happy; and that was a total understatement. He flopped down on his bed and went back to reading through his textbook with chocolate bar once again in his eager hands and watched Matt for a few seconds as he set the weightful box on his bed along with his backpack

After that, it was quiet, so he guessed Matt was just sitting there on his new bed looking over the room. There wasn't much to be seen really. Only a little pile of dirty laundry in one corner and a wastebasket almost overflowing with wrappers. He would have to deal with those messes before bed; Mello was somewhat of a neat freak.

He could here Matt opening his box and glanced over to him. Matt was taking out neatly folded clothes and throwing them haphazardly on his bed, a few shirts falling to the floor. Mello scowled.

"I like having a CLEAN room, got it? And I don't want YOU messing it up." He harshly snapped a piece off of his chocolate bar, the sound echoing through the tense air, and Matt nodded to him picking the clothes up from the floor.

"And the dresser next to the door is mine, so if you can't guess, the other one is yours. And unfortunately we have to share a bathroom and you better not fuck it up in ANY way."

Matt laughed and Mello scowled again.

"You sound like some PMSing girl, ordering their little sister around." Mello snapped off another piece of chocolate.

"So I guess this is you in a 'good' mood and without your precious chocolate you'd get more than just a little agitated?"

Mello smiled inwardly. Good, this boy caught on quick.

"Exactly."

"Hm. The same thing goes for my video games as for your chocolate. Just to let you know." There was some evil threat laced into Matt's words.

"I'm glad we can understand each other then."

Then it was quiet except for Matt's unpacking. After a few minutes of the awkward-almost-silence, Matt stood up with a change of clothes in his hands.

"Well I'm gonna take a shower. Anything else I should be warned about?"

Mello looked up from his textbook and smiled.

"Well there might be a snake and some arrows shooting out of the walls, but nothing to really worry about." Matt laughed and stepped into the bathroom with one of his hands on the doorknob.

"Thanks for the info. And while I'm showering, I'd appreciate it if you didn't go through my things."

Then he closed the door and locked it. Mello could hear the water turn on soon after and he looked to the clock on his desk. It read 1:47p.m.

He'd only spent a good forty or fifty minutes with Matt and he already decided he didn't like him. He smiled as he thought about all the pranks he could play on his new roommate and maybe, somehow, get him out of his room. But he would have to deal with that issue later. Right now he felt like doing some snooping.

He walked over to matt's already cluttered bed and just scoffed at it and it's contents. He would need to keep Matt in line with being a little more tidy or he just might burn everything he owned to help him.

He picked up the very worn backpack and slowly unzipped it. There didn't seem to be anything really special inside at first glance. He stuck one of his hands in and rummaged around until he felt his fingers grasp some sort of small box. He carefully lifted it out of the bag, and examined it closely. However, it didn't seem too important; it was just a plain black box like the kind you usually see necklaces and such in. What the hell did Matt have a box like this for?

He took the lid off and set it gently on Matt's bed. Inside, on a bed of white cotton, there sat a picture with a couple of the corners slightly charred. Next to it lay a fully intact cigarette.

He picked out the picture as carefully as was Mello-ly possible and studied it closely. It looked like a family photo, taken some years ago. There was a beaming read headed child of about eight that Mello knew must be Matt. Behind him stood a man with dark hair and dark eyes and a chiseled, yet kind face, looking to be in about his mid-thirties. He had his arm draped around the shoulders of a beautiful woman with brilliant red hair and sparkling green eyes, maybe in her late twenties.

So this is Matt's family? Mello wondered what had happened to them, though the burnt photograph was a clue. Maybe they died in a house fire?

He set the picture back in it's resting place and stared hard at the cigarette. He really didn't like the idea of smoking. Maybe Matt smoked..? The thought made him want to punch Matt in the face for being stupid. Well..not that it was really matt whom he cared about smoking.. It was just the whole idea itself.

He put the lid back on the box and threw it back inside Matt's back pack. There wasn't anything else inside but a pair of torn brown leather gloves, a DS and a few games, an old pair of clothes, and a Batman and Robin comic book.

Hah. What a total nerd.

Just as he was zipping up the back pack, he heard the shower being turned off. He quickly set it back where he found it and rushed back to his side of the room and pretended to read his textbook again, and picked up his chocolate bar, and readying to pop the last of it into his mouth when the bathroom door opened. He turned around, index finger holding the chocolate that was precariously perched against his slightly parted lips. His eyes widened a little as he saw Matt dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his slim waist and goggles strapped to the top of his head.

Matt stared at him and giggled. Giggled? Well Mello guessed he must've looked pretty comical sitting like that in his mid-chocolate-eating pose with a stupid expression plastered on.

Matt just picked up a pair of plain black boxers and waved them a little in the air, smiling.

"I forgot underwear." was all he said and he stepped back into the steamy room.

Mello sighed and poked the chocolate fully into his mouth, licking off what had melted on his lips. He stared at the door for a couple of minutes until it opened and a fully dressed Matt walked out, goggles in place over his eyes. Matt glanced from Mello, to the bathroom door and back to Melo, giving him a skeptical look.

"Were you trying to watch me get dressed through the door with your x-ray vision or what?"

Mello scoffed at him.

"Why the hell would I want to watch your scrawny ass getting dressed? And even if I did, I'm sure there wouldn't be much to look at anyways." He smirked and waited for Matt to comprehend his hidden words. Oh how he loved starting petty arguments.

"Is that really what you think now? Maybe I should just whip it out and shove it in your face and see if there really isn't much to look at! Hmm?"

"Ugh, you gay ass fag! I don't want you, or your two inch cock, anywhere near my face!"

"Hahaha! You know what they say: 'Talk shit, get hit with another man's dick!'" Matt cackled at his joke and Mello stared speechless. Nobody ever talked to him like that without getting brutally beaten afterwards.

He stood up and quickly stomped over to a still laughing Matt, grabbed his shoulders, and kicked the back of his knee forward, shoving him to the ground. Matt's eyes clenched in pain as his head made a hard, muffled banging noise against the grey carpet. Mello straddled his waist and had his wrists pinned down in a matter of seconds.

Matt was cursing everything he could think of in his brain-rocked state.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again." He snarled. Matt just cracked an eye open at him.

"SOMEONE has anger control issues. Learn to take a fucking joke, will ya?"

"No! I will NOT learn to take a fucking joke! You're insulting ME in MY room!"

"Well It's not my fault that you're a girl trapped in a somewhat boyish body! How was I supposed to know you were on your period?!"

"Arrrgh! You little bitch!"

Mello punched the side of matt's face and it was on. They rolled around, fists flying and legs flailing in all sorts of directions. They rolled over to Mello's desk and smashed into it, knocking over the lamp. It fell to the floor with a loud crash but neither of the two adrenalized boys seemed to notice.

As they continued to wrestle, Mello pulling on Matt's hair visciously while the other one attempted to find his cheek again. Matt grabbed onto one of the drawer handles and pulled it out, showering both of them in chocolate bars and pencils. He must have considered hitting Mello over the head with it but any plans he might have had were canceled as the door burst open and somebody frantically screamed at them.

"What is going on in here?!" It was Rodger. Both boys glanced up at him and froze. Rodger pulled them apart and glared at them, lingering a few seconds longer on Mello.

"My office. Now." He shoved them away and withdrew a cell phone from his pants pocket, grumbling all the while.

Matt and Mello both made their way quickly to the man's office; Mello with his arms across his chest and huffing, and Matt rubbing a hand on the back of his head sighing.

Mello was seething. The first day knowing this imbecile and he already got in a fight with him! Yea. Just as he guessed the day would be earlier. Terrible.

End of First Day Fight

Hooray! It's finished! The first frickin' chapter is finished! I think that deserves me some icecream! Too bad I won't be getting any..-SIGH- Well I do hope you enjoyed it, because I know I did!xD I just really couldn't help the whole fighting thing with Mello being sooo…ya know. Mello. He takes pride in his girlish looks but doesn't like it when he's actually called a girl. That sounds a little hypocritical to me.

So enough of my ranting. Please review and I'll try uber hard to get the next chapter up! But if you choose not to review I'm afraid Mello will be tortured relentlessly. Let's not scar him any MORE okay?:]

Goodbye.