The first thing ten-year-old Mello noticed about the redheaded boy was that his eyes were the exact color of milk chocolate. Without realizing it, he licked his lips just at the thought of the candy. He pulled out a piece of his Hershey bar and placed it in his mouth, filling up with the most delicious delight of the sweet candy. The boy sat in the back of the classroom with his head bent over a shiny Gameboy. This being his first day, Mello wasn't sure who anyone was, but the fact that the boy played on his Gameboy in the middle of class in an orphanage for geniuses intrigued him.
Matt glanced over at the strange boy holding a half eaten bar of chocolate; he seemed to be staring at him.
"What do you want?" Matt asked testily.
"If you hadn't noticed, I'm new here," Mello snapped back. "I don't know who the heck you are."
Matt took a deep breath, not believing that this new kid was messing with him on his own turf, and looked back at his Gameboy, returning his attention to the lit-up screen. After a minute, he forgot the blonde was even there, but Mello stood over his shoulder, waiting for recognition.
Eventually, the teacher came in and said, "Alright, children, take your seats. Class is beginning now."
Mello scowled. "Guess I'm not gonna know you too well."
"Like I'd want to. It's not like you're any kind of competition. In other words, not worth my time."
"Mello, your seat will be over here," the teacher directed.
Soon, Mello had tuned out the lesson, and his mind wandered, thinking of useless and trivial details about his new school and home.
When class was over, Roger, his new principal/caretaker, directed him to his room. "You will have a roommate. I'm sure you'll get along well." He gave Mello a sharp look, as if daring him to disagree. Mello pushes open the door to his room.
"So who's this roommate- oh shit."
"I will not permit that kind of language."
Mello ignored this comment, dumbfounded. Recovering quickly, Mello sashays into the room.
"Well, it was nice knowing you. Take care!" Mello turned away.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere." The principal replies and tugs on the back of his shirt, pulling him back.
"You're going to have to get used to the way things work around here, so how about you greet your new roommate?"
"Do I have to? Besides, we've already met."
Matt glared at him. "True, I've got a basic analysis of your lovely personality, but I still don't know your name." He looked up from the TV, which had MarioKart running on it, and stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm Matt. How 'bout you?"
"Mello."
"Well! See, boys, this isn't so bad. I've got a few meetings I need to attend to, so I'll just see you later. Matt, show Mello around school." Roger left.
"Hell, no," Matt grumbled back. "That's my nice side, only when Roger's around. Detention's a fucking bitch. Can't play any video games. Anyway, I'm planning on seeing as little of you as possible, so why don't you just run off to the library while I finish up my game here?"
Mello didn't even respond, just gave a glare that said it all, and spun on his heels, slamming the door behind him.
Of course, Mello didn't know where the library was, plus it sounded boring. "Maybe I'll go ask Roger where I can get more chocolate," he mumbled to himself, wishing he had something to do. Matt was definitely annoying. He deserved a punch in the face, but, of course, that would get him detention. What was up with Matt anyway? Why'd he think that just because he's been there longer he could tell Mello what to do? Mello growled and snapped off his last piece of chocolate. Yep, he was definitely going to ask Roger where to get some more.
...
Matt was pissed. How dare that devil with golden locks have an attitude with him? Matt lay back on the sofa, and scrolled down the list of games, looking for any game good enough to block out the disturbance of his peace. Before leaving, Mello had tossed his suitcases on the floor casually as if he owned the place. It made Matt's skin crawl. The only thing he hated more in the world was that sheep, Near.
Matt rested his arm against his forehead.
"Why the hell did this happen to me?" He rolled his eyes and sat back up from his bed, opens a booklet and starts reading the first page on the tutorial of how to play Final Fantasy II. Picking up a scrap piece of paper and a pencil he found sitting on the ground, he started jotting down ideas and where he might be in the game. A few moments pass then he suddenly realizes he can't think, just surrounded by bunches of crumbled up pieces of paper, in the end. He took in a sigh and slowly but sorely relaxed.
Mello stormed into the room, face red with rage.
"God, what the hell happened in the time it took you to walk to the library and back?"
"I was kicked out of the library by Roger and some freaky albino kid. What the fuck is up with that?"
"Ah, it seems you have met Near, Wammy House's resident sheep, and first ranked in academics."
"Who's second?"
"That would be me." Mello's jaw dropped.
"You?"
"Fuck yeah."
"In that case, I guess we both have the same goal."
"And, what would that be?"
"To beat down that stinking sheep once and for all."
"That's my kind of thinking."
The newfound friends bumped fists, a promise to try their hardest to come in first.
...
The next morning, Mello woke up and almost yelled at his mom to remember to put chocolate chips in his pancakes, when he remember all that happened in the last month or so. Then he smiled when he recalled his experience with Matt the day before. "From foes to friends... who would've thought that a friendship could come from a common hatred?" He smiled wryly.
Mello stood and stretched. He ambled lazily in the general direction of the kitchen, pulling on a shirt as he went. In the kitchen, Matt was cooking waffles on a griddle.
"Hey, you hungry?"
"Ravenous"
Mello sat at the table. Matt set down a plate stacked with steaming waffles in front of him. There were no chocolate chips, the way his mom made them, but Matt quickly brought over a cup of melted milk chocolate to drizzle over them. Mello grunted his approval as he dug into the tall stack. He had cleared his plate in under a minute.
"Wow, you eat fast," Matt commented. Mello shrugged.
"We've gotta leave for school in half an hour, so I'd recommend pulling a comb through that bed head. And, there's chocolate in your teeth."
Usually, Mello would throw an insult right back, but he was really kind of thankful for the warning. Mello couldn't stand to be laughed at.
* end of flashback *
Mello peeled the wrapper from his candy bar and took a bite.
Matt comes down the stairs.
"As I thought, another candy bar." Matt rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette, placing it on his lips. Mello sighed.
"What did I say about smoking inside the house?" Mello snapped.
Matt said nothing, he just ambled out the door with his hands buried into his pockets, waiting to take in the cold weather.
Matt struggled to light his cigarette, but soon there came a spark. Slowly, little bits of snow fall to the ground building up. Matt blows out the smoke and throws it away in the icy snow.
He walks back but was suddenly stopped to see Near standing on the other side.
"Pfft.. Sheep." Matt mumbled and continued to make his way back to his dorm.
"I'm back, and your already on your second piece of chocolate, how nice."
Matt opened up his Gameboy.
"Shut up." Mello replied. He took another bite and carried on.
"What's with the attitude?" Matt teased. Mello socked him on the shoulder.
"Oww... what was that for?"
"It was a love tap?" Mello said like a question.
"Does that mean you loooooooooove me, Mello?"
"No, it means I'm one of the few people on this earth that can stand you."
"I'm sure, in an alternate universe, my mother was very fond of me."
Mello snickered into his hand. Matt took the opportunity to snatch the chocolate bar from his other hand. Mello lunged for it, but Matt held it just out of reach. Mello tackled Matt to the ground. They grappled on the ground over the half-eaten bar of milky goodness. Eventually, Mello had Matt in a headlock, allowing him to tug the chocolate from Matt's grasp.
"Ha!" Mello cried triumphantly.
Matt leans back.
"No fair!" Matt giggles to himself
"Hey, you're the one who let go."
They laughed, then just sat in silence for a moment. Matt opened up his game.
Mello took another bite of his Hershey bar. Looking over he realized he was out of chocolate.
"I'm gonna go to the store. Be back later." Mello picked up his umbrella and left, coming back with over 14 bars of chocolate.
"I'm back."
Matt turned around and mumbled.
"Still... not surprised." He turned back to his games.
"You and I both know you want it." Mello broke a piece of his chocolate delight.
"Yes, cause I'm just dieing." Matt said sarcastically.
Only a few seconds later, Matt's TV screen read the words "Game over"
Matt sat up to stretch.
Mello peeled another wrapper off a candy bar
"You just too skinny." Mello said to Matt as he walked out of the room.
"Says the boy who eats chocolate all day, but hasn't gained a single pound since age 14."
"Hey, don't judge!"
"We call her Cleopatra, cuz she is da Queen of da Nile."
"Did you just call me a girl?" Mello asked, mock offended.
"No, but I might've called you gay,"
"Takes one to know one."
"You're right. I am totally gay... and Muslim."
"You're Muslim?" Mello asked, disbelieving.
"No. It was sarcasm."
"Good, 'cause I was gonna say..."
"What have you got against gays?"
"Nothing. I was talking about the Muslim thing. But, there is an 85% chance that you're gay, now."
"What about you?"
"Whaddya mean?" Mello asked, avoiding the question.
"No comment."
They often had banter like this. Neither thought much of it.
"..Well I guess I should be getting back."
"More like ignoring the question." Matt muttered under his breath, but not quite loud enough for Mello to hear.
There was a sudden knock at the door.
Mello looked through the peep hole.
"Its that sheep."
"Fuck..HIDE!"
Even though they pretended they were not home, the door still opened.
"Huh.. apparently its unlocked."
Mello shot up from hiding behind the couch.
"Hey.. So.. what the hell are you doing here!?"
"Oh I just stopped by to say the test scores just came back in."
"Oh don't tell me!" Mello said unamused
"I got an A of course an-"
"Well thanks for stopping by." Matt interrupted, while pushing him a little out the door and slamming it shut.
"Do you not have any interest in seeing what your scores were?"
"Not from you, sheep, so get the fuck lost." Matt and Mello bumped fists.
"Alright, well if you happen to change your mind-"
"Don't worry, we won't."
Later, they walked to the school, looking at the board which held all of the test scores.
"Fuck." Mello muttered.
"I came in second."
Author's comments: Lets go ahead and state the obvious, We do not own Death Note, we did not make the pairing and THIS IS NOT A MELLOXMATTXNEAR I REPEAT NOT. Sorry Near fans we just like to make fun of him, he will go away soon. also We do not think Muslims are gay, that was just a joke ok? ok good. We will be working on the next chapter soon, you see TeamYaoi is made by three yaoi fan girls so we need some time to get together and start making it. And we appreciate the people who took the time to do any revues and help out with our story. leave comments or PM if any good idea's you would like to share about the story. Thank you for reading :)