Ok, so this is my second fanfic but my first non one-shot. There's no need to put in the effort if no ones going to read it. So I won't continue with it unless you would like me to. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note things would be different, very different
Edit: just fixed up some spelling, some confusions, and grammar.
"Mel! Mello! Open the fucking door!
Matt's yells came as he was beating against the door.
"Mel! Just open the door…….please!
2 HOURS LATER
I heard Matt's pleads, demand, ect. subside for more than 20 minutes. I set the book I had been studying down on the icy-cold floor. I get up from my position of sitting with my back against the door. I unlock the door and open it to see that Matt had fallen asleep right in front of it.
Nobody had been there to see him asleep on the ground. Nor had anyone tried to help him get me out of this room.
The reason?
I had locked myself in an empty closet in a deserted corridor at the Wammy's orphanage.
And again, the reason?
Matt. It had all been Matt's fault. He had to become 'best friends' with my most hated rival, Near. He had always sort of been buddies with Near, but he had to tell me, today of all days, that Near was his "sort of closer friend." No! I am Matt's best friend and I refuse to come in second again to that bastard!
I close and lock the door and sit back into my previous position. I pick up a new textbook from a pile in the closet and begin to study again. I refuse to come in second to that albino freak!
After only minutes of studying my mind drifts off. Then I begin trembling, trying to keep tears from flowing from my eyes. I shouldn't cry. I'm strong, proud, and not a baby. I can't cry.
And, no one should cry on a day like this, because today is December 13. Not like anyone would remember what today is anyway. Because……they've forgotten that today……is my birthday. Not even my best friend, whom is always there for me, whom trusts me remembered.
But, I still have no reason to cry at all. It should be Matt. He still has night terrors about the brutal, awful murders of his parents that he was forced to witness 5 years ago. And his own live almost taken as well. Me? I don't remember my parents one bit and I lost them 5 years ago as well.
Matt should be the one to cry. He feels it is his fault they died; almost as if he killed them himself. I'm a terrible person. Blaming this all on Matt can't make him any better off. I'm terrible. Being a bitch to a kid who is always nice to me, who tells me everything from girls at the orphanage he's liked to the reason he's an orphan, who hacks into Wammy's surveillance system whenever we are scheming something, who gets me my chocolate when I tell him to even though it's within reach, who is just always there.
Why does he always try to cheer me up even though he feels even crappier? Never asking for help always helping others. Why is he such a good friend? Why? And why is it he can completely trust me and tell me every secret about him and I never seem to tell him anything, I never seem to trust him quite enough to tell him anything? Why? It's not that I won't trust him it's just that I can't. I simply can't.
I bring my legs up to my chest and hug them. I then set my head on my knees and let soft tears roll down my face. Silent tears turn to quite, muffled sobs. I can't remember the last time I actually cried and it's given me a headache.
As the tears begin to flow to a stop, I hear a voice at the door.
"Please open the door, Mello." Matt's voice said almost unintelligibly.
"…." I don't respond.
"Please I'm begging now. Mel, I just want to talk to you face-to-face."
I hear a noise against the door as if he's sitting with his back against the door as well.
Minutes later, I unlock and open the door. As I look out the door, I see Matt standing up and facing me.
"Mel, I w— Were you crying? Mel, wh—"
He was cut off by me punching him square in the face. Matt's back hit against the opposite wall of the small hallway.
"Mel, what the fuck?"
I rush up, grab him by the collar of his stripped shirt and slam him into the wall again. I was ready to say, 'Don't fuck with me, ok Matt,' but, instead I let go of him and mumble, "I'm sorry."
"Mel….why were you…crying?" God, he must be so confused because never do i show this kind of emotion.
"It just hurts."
"What?"
"The fact that you trust me so much, that you tell me everything and I can't!"
"Can't what, Mel! Just tell me, I'm your best friend."
"That's the problem! I can't seem to say anything, that I can't seem to trust you enough to tell you anything, despite me being your best friend!"
"…..Mello."
"Sometimes I just want to die!"
Matt grabbed me by my loose long sleeved black shirt and said as firm and controlled as he could, "Mello! Don't say that! You don't want to die!" But, I could tell he was broken inside.
"But I do, Matt!"
After I had said that, Matt slammed my body into the wall next to the slightly ajar door. It also seemed like our argument attracted a few spectators, but it didn't matter.
If Matt had been any other person (even L) I would have spat right on his face. But, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Why would you ever, ever think of ending you life, Mel?" Matt asked with the most worried face I'd ever seen from him.
Since Matt trusts me so much, then I have to trust him this one time. So, I slowly grab my long sleeves and begin to bring them up, careful not to show any onlookers my arms. I bring my sleeves up to my elbows to reveal my scars; some old (about four months old) and some new (about four days old).
Matt's grip loosens and his eyes darken. "Mel, I-I never...would have guessed…...Mello."
I push him away form me and he falls in a sitting position on the floor. He crosses his legs and puts his face in his hands; thinking. About a second later he looks up at me, a small sparkle in his eyes. "Mel, I'll going to help." he said calmly pointing at my arms.
As I was pulling my sleeves down, he stood up. I then say a little too loud, "Why are you like this? Why didn't you just hit me and hate me and not talk to me like any other person would do! Why?"
Matt put his hands gently on my shoulders and carefully said , "Because friends wouldn't do that Mello, that's why! Get it through your thick skull."
Now more children and even a maid had joined to watch.
"Matt there is also one other thing that I need to tell you, and it's important."
"Y-you haven't attempted suicide, have you!"
I vigorously shake my blond bobbed head, "No, never attempted it."
He looked extremely relieved and eventually asked, "Well, what is it?"
I then, with out thinking lean over to kiss him on the lips.
Immediately after my lips were against his, he practically jumped back; eyes wide and mouth slightly open from shock. The younger onlookers just said, 'Eww,' not realizing what was wrong. But, the older onlookers might have been as shocked as Matt.
Not more than a minute afterwards, Roger came ripping through the crowd. He stood right in front of me and then spoke.
"Mello, you broke many rules in just one day and you have severely injured Near. You are in trouble."
Luckily Roger hadn't seen me kiss Matt. Because if he did I'd be in some deep shit.
Since I have no respect at all for Roger, I spat on the small spot on the floor between Roger's feet and say defiantly, "Near can go fuck himself for all I care!!"
Respect for another being was the one thing Roger stressed most. And I obviously have no respect for either him or Near.
"Mello, you seriously injured Near's back and he hit his head as well."
After Matt had told me about his new friendship with Near, I rushed out of his room and was going down the large bedroom halls to the closet in which I locked myself into. But, along the way I came across Near and he attempted to ask why I looked so distraught. My answer was grabbing him and shoving him into a small table in the large hallway. Apparently he had hit his back on the corner of the table and hit his head on the way down.
But since Near is fragile this would be a serious injury. I mean, if it were me, I would have been fine. Maybe a bruise but, otherwise fine.
But, the other rules I had broken earlier that day were: breaking into the kitchen unauthorized, making a huge mess in the kitchen, refusing to cooperate with the teachers, and now my supposed fight with Matt. How can my birthday get any worse?
"I would like you to pack your bags and meet me in my office as soon as you possible can."
Hearing that made my jaw drop. No…..no, no, no, no, no! I'm being kicked out! I can't believe I'm being fucking kicked out! This can't be happening! If I'm being kicked out then I'm going to be jumped in some crappy juvenile institute! This can't be happening….
As Roger walked back to his office sternly, I look over to Matt. He looks even more worried than me. Damn, he's so easy to read. I can tell he feels it's his fault this whole situation happened. But, even if I tell him it's not his fault, I know he won't listen.
As his eyes rise to gaze up at me, I quickly avert my own eyes and walk down to my room to leave. I'm not even going to say goodbye, it wouldn't be right.
As I reach out to open my door, I stop. I know Near won't be in there because he's in the hospital ward. If I only didn't share my fucking room with Near. I would be less stressed, I would be able to sleep soundly at night, and I wouldn't be such a problem! But that shit-head Roger refused to switch me out of this god-awful room.
I open my bedroom door and my gaze is attracted to a small package sitting on my bed. I walk up to my bed and carefully take off the wrapping.
Inside the small cardboard box is a messily written note and what looks like a little friendship bracelet thing. The note reads:
"I dearly hope you have a very happy birthday, Mello-kun; Even if no one else remembered. Also, if you wouldn't mind, on Christmas day would you meet me at the large Christmas tree in the dining hall? Wear the bracelet so we can find each other. I will have one just like it.
From,
A friend
P.S.—Don't just forget about it and not come, 'kay dipshit?"
Wow, that last part was encouraging. I wonder which girl in the house this would be. Sweet, yet tough; caring, yet has an I-don't-take-shit attitude. Well, no one I know; must be some girl in one of my classes. To bad she's gonna be disappointed. But, hopefully she'll hear of my situation and understand.
After I packed my things, I went off to Roger's office. I basically sneak to it so no one will stop me to ask me what I am doing.
I slip into Roger's office, bags in hand, staring at my feet.
"I'm sorry for my wording Miheal."
It bugs me whenever he says my real name! It's only when he's severely agitated and completely serious when he uses it.
"Miheal, the way I put my words may have made you think that you would be leaving."
"Yea, and?" I reply rather harshly.
"I'm assuring you that you are in fact not leaving Wammy's; at least not at this time."
My jaw drops yet again.
"You mean to tell me I packed fucking everything I have just too fucking move back into that damned room!
"You are no longer Near's roommate so no need to fret. I understand now that you will be able to work better if away from Near."
I drop my bags and basically scream at him. "And you mean to tell me you couldn't fucking open your damn eyes to fucking realize that earlier!"
Showing another sign of disrespect I spat on the floor. "Go fuck yourself."
He just sat in his chair with his face full of disgust.
" Who's my new roommate?"
"The third in line to L, the one you know as Matt. I hope your argument earlier will not cause any problems."
"Can I leave now?"
"You may"
I grab my bags and walk out. Shit, this bad. First, Matt, I'm gonna have to deal with. Second, I'm gonna have to deal with Near; and third, that girl. She's probably going to hear about Matt and I, then confront me about it. Shit!
Well, this is it for chapter one. It might be quite a while until I can update next. I'm busy with school and such, so….yea.
Btw all of my friends that I've had read my story are now all addicted to it; like some sort of drug lol. But, I have up to chapter 5 written out but sadly only chapter 1 typed.
Please R&R and thanks for reading!