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His blonde hair brushed back and away from his face as he sprinted up to the goal. Almost there. Just one kick and he'd win. Pulling his leg back, he angled his foot slightly to the side and swung it forwards. His foot connected with ball with a dull smack and soared right above the frantic goalie, determined to catch the ball, and flew straight into the net.

Mello cheered and a laugh bubbled up from his throat in victory. His eyes flicked over to rest upon a certain white haired boy, and a grin broke out across his face as he sauntered up to him. "I beat you! I told you Near, you may beat me in academics but you're hopeless in sports!" Mello taunted, practically glowing with happiness.

"Well, technically, you beat my team. And it doesn't particularly matter, considering this little game has no relevance at all to becoming L's su-" Near's monotone voice was cut off by a groan of protest from Mello.

"You just had to bring that up didn't you? You know what? I-" The blonde's own rant was interjected by a girl pushing her way in between the two boys.

"Come with me, now!" She said, latching onto Mello's wrist, much to his protest.

"Hey, I'm in the middle of something!" He shouted, trying to wriggle out of her grasp.

"This is important! It's Matt."

His gaze went cold and he pulled the girl closer to him, "What about Matt?"

"I...I don't know, I went up to your guys' room to ask for his opinion on a portrait a-and I heard him muttering to himself and...I think he was crying." She stuttered in response.

Before she could blink, Mello had pulled away from her and started running up the front steps of the orphanage.

"Thanks, Linda!" He called out, before barging through the doors and racing up to his room.

"Matt! Matt are you-?" Mello paused at the sight of the red-head in front of him.

He was on his hands and knees on the floor, with a bunch of metal and wires beneath him. A sob echoed in the room and Mello heard a bunch of broken mumbles escape Matt, "Why? She's gone...I can't believe she's..."

Matt's fingers trembled as they pulled at the carpeting desperately, as if searching for some sort of resolve beneath the white threads.

Mello cautiously approached his friend and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. If he had been upset enough to break his DS, probably one of his most prized possessions, something beyond heartbreaking had to have happened.

"Matty." He uttered, kneeling down beside him and nervously putting a hand on his back, "Who's gone? What happened?"

"Dianne." Matt said shortly, sniffing and twirling the wires between his fingers.

Mello's face scrunched up in confusion before he repeated, "Dianne?" Matt leaned against him and nodded in response before lowering his eyes to the ground. The older boy shifted a bit and asked, "How did... Dianne...uh, pass?"

"I stepped on her." Was his response.

He gaped at the red-head in bewilderment and stood up quickly, "You what?"

Matt gestured towards the broken wires and metal scraps with a pout, "She was so young too. With such wonderful mechanics and a perfectly polished surface. Beautiful."

"You named your DS, Dianne?" His friend hissed, fists balling at his sides.

"Yeah. Why?" Matt asked innocently, his head cocking gently to one side.

"You named your DS Dianne and you treat it like it's alive!" Mello barked, grabbing the younger boy's shirt and pulling him up to his feet. He was joking right? There was no way this was actually happening, was there?

"It? You know, you should really respect the dead, Mells. Dianne is a she." Matt crossed his arms and looked down sadly at his crushed DS -excuse me, ahem- Dianne.

CRACK!

The next thing he knew he was sprawled out on the ground with a bruise forming on his cheek, as the bedroom door slammed open, and out stalked a furious blonde.