AN: Yeah, this is probably kind of lame and full with typos... But it's my first DN-fanfic ever, so don't be too rough on me, ok?
Warnings: Err, nothing right here except swearing... And mentions of death. (But if you have a problem with that, I can't see why the fuck you're in the DN section. Just so you know.)

Also, this will be written mostly in Mello POV, but I might switch to Matt occasionally, but not too often. Anyway, let's move on to the story.

I knew from first sight I'd like it.

The second I laid my eyes on the mansion I fell in love with it. Though, sadly, the mood was somewhat ruined by the annoying albino punk I'd gotten there with.

"So... this is Wammy's house." No shit, sherlock. The kid's voice was full of... Nothing, really. I understood on the ride here that he wasn't really the emotional one. In any way.

Though, the old man next to me just smiled.

"Yes, and I hope you will both be happy here." I looked up at him, and his old eyes met mine. "Right now it seems a bit empty, but that's only because classes haven't finished yet. They end at three in the afternoon, so you'll have a while to install yourself."

A while as in two hours, I thought. But that's okay. After all, this place is like heaven. (I know, barely inside the front gates and I already think of it as heaven. But after all, this is marble and well-cut hedges; for an eleven-year-old orphan boy it's heaven.)

And trust me, I was eternally greatfull as I smiled back at the old man known as Wammy himself.

As we walked inside the big mansion, Wammy explained more about the place. He had told us some in the ride here - a ride in a limo, awesome - but there seemed to be tons of stuff left to know.

I quickly realized, though, it would take some time to learn my way around here, the place is huge, but apart from that I was happy. Or, as happy as I could be, considering my parents just died.

After all, I was going to have a home and it was going to be a home worthy of my genius. Not just to brag, but trust me; I am a genius.

The only thing that bothered me was the albino punk. He's two years younger than me, but still acts like he was four. (Seriously, pajamas?) And the fact that he didn't seem to listen at all bugged me.

I mean, the man to my left had just saved us from living (most likely) tragic lives on the streets, and the fucking kid doesn't even listen to what he says? I mean, for fucks sake. He is my cousin, but still, the lack of interest bugged the hell out of me.

Anyway, this is getting boring, huh? Let's just move on from that albino psych.

Wammy showed us our rooms, on the top floor, far to the left. I would be sharing room with another boy, Near would have his own. (By the way, I think I skipped the part where we got new names... Not too interesting though, we got to choose them ourselves. Why the kid picked Near I have no idea, but mine was obviuos. I had called myself Mello for months.)

In the same corridor lived two other boys, sharing rooms, and five girls. Two in each room, but the fifth girl had her own. Like the boys, but... y'now, they were girls.

After Wammy showed us the bathrooms and showers, he left us to get settled after informing us his office was nearby in case we wanted something.

I quickly got into my room, leaving Near to his own business. After a quick glance over the place I would been spending my next years of sleeping in, it didn't take me long to place out my stuff.

The room itself was pretty uninteresting - two beds, a wardrobe, a desk and a window - but the thing that caugh my attention was the stuff belonging to th person that seemed to be my roomate.

His things had occupied the bed under the window, laying all around it. Striped shirts, jeans - basic stuff. One thing I noticed was the lime Gameboy laying on the sheets, and the box of games next to it. Holy shit, did this kid like games? There had to be like thirty in there!

Turning away from the messy part of the room, I opened my bag to get my few belongings out.

Not that I had too many of them. Some clothes, - all black, of course - my chocolate and a bible. Now, about that bible. It wasn't really mine, but I loved it.

After all, it had belonged to my mother. She was catholic and very strict about that; though she did not force her beliefs onto myself, she allways went to church and prayed and all of that stuff. And as the bible was the only thing I had left from her, it was very dear to me.

I put it inside of my pillow. That way, it would most likely be untouched by others.

Then what?

I had absolutely nothing to do, but I was dead tired. It had taken a while to get to Winchester - the Netherlands is far away. (Yes, I'm from the Netherlands. God, you'd think the name 'Keehl' would say it all. And I bet you didn't expect me to speak English. Ever heard of school?)

So I decided to take a nap, at least until my roomate had quit his classes. Though I would have preferred to be awake when he arrived, I really was dead tired. So I lay on the bed, curled myself up on the sheets and fell asleep.

Without any nightmares. Way to go.

AN: Eh... Really, really short. I know. But please don't hate me, I do my best. Besides, this chapter is kinda lame.
And yeah, I made Mello and Near cousins, just for the fun of it. I allways pictured them as relatives, and this is my story so I decide. Maw.
Matt will appear in the next chapter, obviously, and his GameBoy as well. I love that GameBoy...

Anyway. Please review if you like it, to show you like it. If you don't like it, review and tell me what could be better. I don't have a Beta so it probably sucks right now. Yeah...