Yay a MattxMello fanfic!
Its my first fanfic so please R&R!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Death Note.
Matt placed his hand on the cool glass window and watched as everything he knew slowly slipped away. He kept asking the older man driving the car where they were going; he always just replied patience is a virtue…or you'll see soon enough. But Matt found it hard to sit still. Sighing he pulled something out of the pocket on his jeans, a pair of orange goggles.
Taped to them was a small, crumpled note. For what felt like the hundredth time he unfolded it, and finally mustered the strength to read the contents to himself.
"Dear Matt, if you're reading this then you're thirteen now. Congratulations. Just thought you might want something better then some store brought present for the occasion."
At first he was confused it wasn't his birthday. And he most certainly wasn't thirteen yet. Then it dawned on him, nothing had gone according to plan. He quickly wiped away a tear and pulled the goggles over his eyes, they were big but in time he would grow into them. He glared at the note for a moment before he stuffed it back in his pocket. Matt noticed that for a split second a stench lingered in the air. Cigarettes. His father.
"Where are you taking me?" Demanded Matt.
"Wammy's House. Its an orphanage for gifted children." The man said after a considerable pause.
"What?!" Matt yelled, suddenly becoming angry. "I'm not an orphan! My mum's not dead! Shes out there somewhere, I know it! And how did you guys find me? My dad just died."
"Please Matt, calm down. Once you've calmed down I'll answer all your questions."
Matt dug his fingernails into palm, the pain keeping him from crying out. After fidgeting uncomfortably for several minutes he felt he had 'calmed down' enough. "Ok, first of all, what's your name?"
"Roger."
"Ok, now how did you find me Roger?"
"We've been watching you for a while, we'd very much like someone with your intelligence at Wammy's."
"So you killed my dad just because you wanted me to go to your little orphanage? And where is my mum?!"
Roger hesitated. "Your mother is dead. Nearly three years ago, she died in a car crash. And no, of course we didn't murder your father! He died from a cancer related heart attack. That's what happens when you smoke." He warned Matt.
The news hit Matt hard; it felt as if a hand made completely of ice has seized his heart. Roger had to be lying, there was no way she could be dead. Strangely, it all made sense no matter how much he denied it. His father had only had a few pictures of her, and they all were old and worn down. And after Matt's fourth birthday she had stopped calling, visiting, and mailing them. It was like they had lost all contact.
They drove in silence for several hours, Matt contemplating everything he had learned, and trying not to break down. He had only lost his father the previous night, and even though his mother had died more then three years ago, the pain was as terrible as if it had happened moments ago.
"We're here." Declared Roger, as he pulled up to a grand stone house and got out of the car. Matt could make out the faint outline of gardens in the darkness. He opened the car door and slinked out.
"Wheres my stuff?" Matt asked solemnly.
"I've got it," Roger said from behind the car. "I'll help you bring it up to your room seeing as you don't know where that is."
So with Matt's little luggage in tow they set off towards the house, through many living rooms, foyers, hallways and up several staircases until they reached a long hallway with 5 doors on each side. They walked down to the very last door on the left and Roger knocked gently.
"Mello, it's Roger. You've got a new roommate."
"I don't want another fucking roommate, I like having a room to myself."
"Mello, please stop cursing you're only nine years old."
"The hell I am. Now leave me alone."
Matt looked horrified, he tugged on Roger's pant leg until he leaned over and Matt whispered in his ear,
"Do I really have to share a room with him?"
"He's not as bad as he seems." Roger said laughing lightly.
"He seems pretty bad…"
"Don't worry about it." He turned his attention back to the door. "Mello, I'm coming in." He turned the knob and it refused to budge. He muttered to himself as he fished in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a bobby pin. He stuck it in the small hole in the middle of the doorknob and moved it until it clicked open. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
Just inside the room was a boy, two years older then Matt, with golden blonde shoulder length hair, blue-green eyes, clad completely in leather chewing on a chocolate bar.
Ok, long for a first chapter I know, if you guys want more please tell me and I'll write more!