*You and Mello are both 14 years old at Wammy's House*
"Hey Mello, wanna go play outside?" you asked.
"Yeah, wait for me. I gotta go put on my shoes," he responded
The bell rang and all the kids are hurrying to go outside and play. You stood with your back against the wall waiting for Mello. Finally he comes out, but he's also pushing another kid to the ground.
"Mello, why are you such a bully?"
"Because it's fun (Y/N), you should really give it a try," he said, while giving you a smile.
His smile made your heart beat a hundred times faster, as you felt your face getting hot. Did you have a crush on Mello? NO WAY! You were too busy trying to be number one at Wammy's House, you were only fourth behind Near, Mello, and Matt. The last thing you were worried about is a silly boy!
OK...
Maybe you did have a crush on him.
Just a little tiny one.
Tiny like an ant.
Old man Roger comes and stop Mello's bullying.
Good! I hate it whenever Mello bullies the other kids. But no matter how much of a bully or how rude he is, I still always hang around with him. I don't know why. I've been his friend for such a long time, I don't even think I remember my life without him.
"Mello, come into my office. Near, you come along too," Roger says while looking at the white-headed boy solving a puzzle on the floor.
"Ooooooo! Roger, can I come too?" I asked.
"No," he responded.
"Oh okay then."
"Ha ha ha ha!" Mello laughed.
Well that was embarrassing. The three walked into Roger's office, closing the door behind them. I sat on the outside, close to the door so I could hear what they were saying.
"What is it Roger?" I heard Mello's voice on the other side.
"L is dead," Roger told them.
"WHHHHAAAAATTTT?!" You heard Mello's scream, he was always too emotional.
You sat down against the door, L is dead.
How?
Was it Kira's fault?
L was the best of the best, is this world really even safe anymore?
You were lost in your thoughts until you heard Mello's voice, "I'm going to live my life my own way!"
He opened the door, not knowing you were leaning against it. You fell backwards and hit your head against the hard floor.
Mello stepped over you and walked to his room, mad at the entire world. You peaked into his room to see him packing his stuff into a suitcase.
"Mel-" you began your sentence, but he cut you off.
"Are you coming or not?!" he shouted at me.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"Don't make me say it again! ARE YOU COMING OR NOT?!"
"Yes I'm coming. But where are we going?"
"Don't ask, go pack up your stuff and let's go!" he is making such a big commotion, the other kids around us are starting to stare.
"Ok, let's get out of here," he tells me.
"Why are we leaving Wammy's?" I asked him.
"I'm going to live life my own way," he replied.
We made our way out of the orphanage, not making eye contact with the many staring children. Someone grabbed your arm to try to make you stay, but you continued to keep your head down, not making eye contact with anyone.
Mello and I walked out into the pouring rain, I took one last look at the orphanage. This is the last time I'll ever see this place again.
Mello, you just don't know. No matter how bad your temper is, no matter how much of a bully you are, no matter how mean you are, I'll follow you anywhere.
Always.