When you approached the building you saw a sign saying 'Wammy's house; Stay off our grounds' in red hanging from a tree before you saw the actual building. And when you saw the building, then you heard what happened inside, the occupants weren't exactly quiet. If it wasn't Matt trying to take over the kitchen to cook a feast it was Mello insisting on buying more books for the library. If it wasn't Near moving everything to clean it was BB going between looking after L and insisting the government had put cameras in the shower to spy on them.
And if it wasn't any of this it was loud music being played for no reason other than everyone liked rock excluding Matsuda. When they got there they'd found a padded room with a note saying to use it with Matt if he got out of hand. Of course, BB being the insane genius he was found a better use. Matsuda quickly learned if he went into accommodation he'd never come back, otherwise he'd be in a straightjacket... again. BB hadn't realised this was the main reason he left alongside Kira stealing his books to study brainwashing. He'd long since given up his plans to take over the world and kill Mello and L. Now he just wanted to control the police worldwide.
And Mello had decided going to church was an infinitely bad idea after 'the incident' and had found a way around that. ...He'd converted a shed into a small church and was quite happy, Near sometimes joined him to Mello's pleasure. And BB was banned (of course.)
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A month after moving into the house BB turned on the surround sound grinning, putting on Trivium before climbing a table and doing air guitar to the music. Mello stared as BB began to nod to the music so harshly his hair whipped his face. "...What are you doing?" Mello deadpanned. BB squealed and fell of the table from shock. "...I'll leave."
"I'm fine!" The fact BB wasn't getting up contested this idea but Mello wasn't complaining. Maybe Matsuda would leave his room now...
"Sure, I'm making pancakes." Mellow walked out leaving BB to lay there in pain asking for blueberry pancakes. "And it's chocolate chip or nothing." He added under his breath. The blonde suddenly slipped, grabbing a table only to pull it down with him. "Why... do these things... happen to... me?" Mello muttered in pain sitting up and seeing Near polishing the floor. "Uh..."
"Busy." Near cut off. Mello apologised and slid off, using his socks to glide over the polished floor Near had worked on for hours. Mello fell over when the shiny floor ended and the carpet began.
"...Not a word..." Mello grumbled pointing at a random photo. The photo remained quiet.
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Matt slid down the corridor on his stomach, grabbing Near's ankle along the way so the albino fell and was dragged with him. "MATT!" Near screamed in shock as he was released, hearing a thud. Near gently collided with the door Matt's head had collided with around two minutes before hand. Matt jumped up.
"THAT WAS AWESOME! AGAIN!AGAIN!AGAIN!" Matt squealed happily jumping up and down. Someone knocked on the door and Matt answered still giggling at Near blinking in bewilderment. "HI! I'm afraid Glor's out currently so you can deal with the mouse!" He picked up Near by his collar and placed him in front of the policeman. "PANCAKES!" Matt screamed scampering off to the kitchen.
"...Uh..." Near looked at the two men then behind him. "MY FLOOR!" Matt had somehow left a trail of dirt on the floor. Near began to throttle thin air in fury as the men watched wide eyed. "Oh..." Near finally noticed them. "Sorry about that."
"We're... here to see one Matt Wammy? According to our documentation he's meant to be attending secondary school?"
"You just met him." Near grumbled jerking his thumb in the direction of the kitchen. He ignored the fact Matt was around 18 and was too old to attend school, getting him out of the house was the lesser evil... for Near of course. For the rest of the world... they could rot in Near's opinion.
"Oh..." The men looked very scared suddenly.
"He has a very vivid imagination, I'm sure he'll calm down." Near continued slyly, smirking when no one was looking. "We're new around here so..." BB ran past screaming in swimming shorts, probably hot due to the weather being over 26 Celsius. The men stared as BB ran out, poked in his head to wave grinning, then left again. "That's normal." Near dismissed.
"MATT LEAVE THE FUCKING PANCAKES ALONE OR I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU..." The cursing rang though the air, so full of curses it would have made a sailor blush.
"And that's Mello." Near introduced seeing the men gaping like fish. "Would you like a drink?"
"Is it safe?" One policeman whispered to the other. He shrugged and followed the happy albino. A door opened behind them and they all turned. L poked his head out wide eyed and ducked back inside, slamming the door. "Twins?"
"Leave it and walk."
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The policeman had expected Mello to be a tall, muscular man from a gang from the language he used, instead they stopped dead seeing a slightly muscular and feminine blonde munching on chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream with Matt hanging off his shoulders happily. Mello looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Was it BB again?" Mello questioned.
"No sir..."
"Kira steal another rhino?"
"Well yes but that's not..."
"BB and the bomb squad?"
"No..."
"Near try to burn down the library?"
"..." That didn't even deserve an answer.
"Matt hatch more king cobras?"
"no..."
"Is it about me?"
"Well, no."
"Then why are you staring at me like I've been sown to him?" Mello jabbed his fork at Matt who grinned, drooling slightly. "...Eew." Mello muttered in disgust munching on his food some more. The police stared open mouthed which led to Matt shoving half a pancake into one of their mouths.
"Remember to chew." Matt scolded professionally, leading to glares.
"He needs to attend school." One of the policeman spat out pointing at the red head. Mello smirked darkly leaning back, the effect ruined by his squirty cream moustache.
"Be it on your head." Mello chuckled.
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