A/N: Helloooo there! It's been a long time! Anyway, I've recently become obsessed with Death Note and my writer's block is slowly fading away...so, here you go!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note.
"So this is the new brat, huh?" an older boy who went by the name 'James' said, cornering the younger boy. James was about 5'9", brown hair and brown eyes, sixteen years old. A small group of boys around James' age surrounded any free space that would allow the ten year old to make a run for it. Another kid named Anthony, who was a little shorter than James with blonde hair and brown eyes, moved forward and snatched the younger boy's goggles.
"Hey! Give those back!" the boy said, jumping up as Anthony held the goggles above his head. Said boy was named Matt. A small kid with red hair and green eyes, wearing his signature black and white striped shirt. He squinted as the bright sunlight shone in his sensitive eyes.
"You want 'em? Come and get 'em!" Anthony said, holding the goggles higher. Matt reached up as far as his little arms could go. The entire group started laughing.
"Let's show this little motherfucker who runs this place!" James said before kneeing Matt in the stomach. Matt fell over, holding his stomach and gasping for air. Another boy in the group grabbed him by his hair and held his arms behind his back. Punch after punch, kick after kick. Soon enough tears were streaming down the red head's face. Bumps and bruises were sure to develop in the very near future,
"Aww, look at the poor baby! He's crying!" James mocked. By now, Anthony had thrown Matt's goggles somewhere in the grass.
"And what exactly is going on here?" A blonde boy with fierce blue eyes approached the group, Matt's goggles in his hands.
"No! Not another one!" Matt thought as the blonde walked closer.
"Shit...it's Mello!" one of the boys whispered to another. Anthony was the first to speak up.
"Jay...we've got company..." he said, his voice a bit shaky. James turned around and rolled his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here, Mello?" James said, fists curling. Everyone in the orphanage knew that when Mello was angry, you either get ready to fight or get the hell out of there.
"Answer my question. What is going on here?"
"I'm not scared of you, Mello." James said. The others backed away, none of them wanting to face Mello's wrath. Matt relaxed the slightest bit. He didn't know who this 'Mello' guy was, but while he looked like he was going to tear everyone a new asshole, Matt felt some sort of protective aura. The blonde smirked.
"Wrong answer." Mello dropped the goggles and charged at James, punching him square in the gut. As James crouched and held his stomach, Mello used his elbow to give him a hard blow to the back of his neck, incapacitating him. James was still conscious but having trouble breathing. The other kids were long gone by then. Mello picked up Matt's goggles and walked toward him cautiously, not wanting to scare him any further after what he had just witnessed. He crouched down and held out the goggles.
"I think these might belong to you." A warm smile graced Mello's lips. He seemed like a completely different person than he did five minutes ago. Matt slowly reached for his goggles and put them back on.
"Sorry you had to see that. I can't stand bullies. By the way, my name is Mello. What's yours?" Matt cracked a small smile.
"M-Matt. I'm Matt." Mello stood up, holding out his hand to the red head. Matt shakily took his hand and pulled himself up.
"Let's get outta here. I need some chocolate!" Mello said, still holding Matt's hand as the red head followed behind his new friend. That is how the dynamic duo of Wammy's House was formed.
