So, here's my new fic ^^
It's very AU, but that's how I like writing my fics.
Mello has bits of OOCness throughout the story, but it is for a reason... Mostly.
I used to have this chapter as two, but now I'm combining it into one, larger one.
Enjoy my fic =D

It started out as a tremor. A bundle of nerves giving the only indicator to the feelings behind my cold eyes. Steel eyes. Hiding all that was behind them. Until now. Next thing I knew I was collapsed on the ground, my body a lump of shivering leather. What if my subjects rejected me? Well, they were stuck with me. An inexperienced, unusual twenty-one year old. As king.
"Mello, get off the ground! You look pathetic down there. Is that how you want your people to see you as? Pathetic?" Ah, that was Near for you. No bullshit. He was my brother. Younger by only a year, he was still bitter about the fact that I, the slightly less competent one, was to become his king; his better.
"Shut up albino pig shit," I snarled, levering myself from the floor. If he wouldn't play nicely, neither would I. "You would understand if you were me. But, of course, you'll never get the chance. Unless you marry that harlot, Princess Misa." Two could play at his game. Near snarled, showing teeth as white as his milky hair, and stalked out of the room. I grinned, knowing I'd won that time, and strode out of the room, confident at last.
Who was I kidding? I wasn't confident! What type of king wears tight leather? No, don't answer; the answer's bound to be bad. Still my composure had been regained, to a certain extent, and I knew it was about time to face my destiny. Gathering myself, I entered the coronation room. I wasn't prepared for what was waiting for me though.

Empty. The whole room. Completely, apart from one person, that smiled at me as I entered.
"Hail, king!" He yelled, before hurrying out of the room. My coronation was in a few minutes. No one wanted me as king. Well, except that one guy, but he seemed to have a mental problem. His image flashed in my head again. Messed red hair, soft blue eyes and... Goggles? Definantly tapped, though he was cute. Shame really; he'd get many women swooning over him. As it was, there were probably already a few.
"Wow, Mello. What a crowd you attract!" Near's voice was laced with sarcasm as he walked through the double doors.
"Oh, shut up Near! Just because you're so perfect. It's not my fault I was born first," I growled, trying to mask the waver in my voice. His smirk faltered and I pushed past him.
"Wait, Mello..." I ignored him and ran to my quarters. Tears dripped from my eyes. So much for steel eyes. They were betraying me. At least I was alone so that no one could see these horrid droplets, and all that dumb emotion in my blue pools. Curse them all. Well, sadly for them, they're stuck with me. Serves them right for not wanting me as king for such shallow reasons. A knock sounded at my door, scaring me so much that I jumped.
"Go away, I don't want to talk," I growled out. Near's sarcastic chuckle sounded from the other side of the doorway.
"You can't shirk your own coronation, idiot. Unless, of course, you'd like me to take your role for you?"
I was out of my room in a second.

King. It took a while to hit me. I mean, I'd been expecting the coronation ever since mum died and dad became a wreck, but not so soon. Thinking of dad made my blood boil. After mum died, he collapsed in on himself before committing suicide. He left his land. He left his people. He left his sons. He left us... But there was no use getting upset about it. That was just a part of life and life was harsh.
My coronation was nothing spectacular, of course, as no one wanted anything to do with me. But now, at least, I had the crown to prove my place, even if it would spend most of its time off my head and on a shelf somewhere. I never was one for accessories... Well, maybe some minor ones, but nothing as bulky as that damn crown. And next after the coronation- the street parade. Probably the only part of the whole affair that I hadn't been the least bit excited about. Because, honestly who wants to prance around the streets smiling fakely at everyone that didn't show up?
"Mello, hurry up! Why are we always waiting for you?" Near called out, exasperatedly, from down the hallway. I strode up to him, crown perched uncomfortably on my golden hair, and walked past him, motioning for him to follow.
There the guards were, waiting in an uncomfortable silence. I looked at all their faces; each one was unfamiliar. Of course, it didn't help that I didn't have any friends in the palace anyway. The only person that wouldn't quickly exit the premises when I entered was Near. Grunting, I moved into their ranks and, holding my head high, called out for them to march, March, MARCH! They glared at my bossiness, but obeyed. They had a lot of nerve glaring at me!

We walked through the streets and I saw just how much I was going to need to fix. There were so many people littering the streets, and half the houses were in shambles.
"What in the world has father been doing?" I questioned myself quietly. He really had let this place go to the dogs in the three months that he had stopped caring. Although I had never really cared for humans, I felt a stabbing sorrow with each set of eyes that met mine. How could we have lived such a splendid life in the palace when the city surrounding it was so broken? Well, not all of the places were that bad... One section of the city was just like I wanted the rest to be. The houses were in reasonable condition and the people were kept well enough. Suddenly, I came face to face with the red-head that had showed at my coronation. He saw me too and, smiling, sauntered over to me and my guards. I told them that he could pass and, as they moved aside, his eyes locked more firmly on mine. Some say that the eyes are the windows to one soul and, well, after seeing this guy up close, I had to agree with that.
"'ello, King. No one came ta watch y' gain your ranks 'cause they all thought y'd be like y' father. I had faith though. Don't lemme down," He said, smiling the whole time. His voice contained the slang accent of the common folk, which seemed out of place in such a well-kept man.
"I appreciate your words. It saddens me to know that all of the people here believe that I am like my father. I hope to fix the mistakes he made. I thought they didn't want me as king because of my choice in clothing." The red-head laughed at this, and his deep chuckle sent warmth throughout my body.
"I'm Matt, me lord, and no one would care if y' wore only y' underwear. As long as y' did the job, tha' is."
"Matt," I echoed, and was pleased to find the name rolled of my tongue as though I had been saying the name for years.
"Y' lordship is welcomed at Th' Copper Leaf whenever. It's a tavern down th' road that meself owns."
"Thank you for your offer, Matt. I will try and make it there sometime soon. A gift for your support," I added the last part as I handed him a silver coin. His grin widened.
"I believe tha' I'm gonna be able ta prove th' others wrong. Y' gonna be a good king!" He bowed, then ran off in the direction he had indicated to before, where The Copper Leaf supposedly stood. So, that was one down. Only a few thousand more to go.

I hope you enjoyed it, after all, I only write Fanfiction so that other people will find some enjoyment in my words.
P.S. Don't you just LOVE Matt's accent? ^^