...Hatred...

Hey, I'm , actually it's Mail Jeevas, but it's ok to call me Matt, everybody in Wammy's does tell you the truth, everybody in Wammy's has a fake name, an alias. We're obliged to have one, to be safe...Whatever....I was never asked to come here 'round and I'm far than pissed off beeing here. Thank God I still have my D.S and Gameboy...

Everything in Wanny's sucks. I mean it! Everything is silly and hated. And above all, this stupid girlish boy, Mello. Mello, what a crappy name...Stupid lond blond hair, leather clothing...like a cheap prostitute in all. The dominant difence is that I never felt the urge to mess up with him. Hell no, Linda is far better than him, despite the silly smiling/loud bathroom singing/deathly griping hug. Yeah, Linda is better...Mello, the ultimate prick, with the sexy ass and tight leather pants and stupid rosary...Blieh...

Said prick walked into my room (erm...actually it's our room, we are damned roomates...no comments!) and stared angrilly at me. " What are you staring at, moron?" he asked me and climbed onto his bed, in the other side of the room.

I chackled in disbelief. "Who's staring at whome, you bastard?" i said the first thing that came to my lips, and I enjoyed the efect my words had on him : he turned from the purest pale to the darkest pink and his muscles stifened.

" Thank God I'm not in the mood to kill you today, Matt." he spit through his teeth and tried to handle his angry.

" Again, Mello? I'm continiously thanking God 'cause I'm not like you..." I teased him cooly. He blushed more, but I didn't stop. ' Wanna see how long you can stay this cool...' and I kept on teasing him. " Look at you...a lonely boy constantly eating chocolate ( to cover up his bitter taste, I bet), no girlfriend, no friends at all...How sorry I feel for you, poor Mello...Or should I say 'Mihael'? I heared Roger calling you like that one day...Hah! You even got the most stupid name! How suitable for such a stupid creature...".

I hadn't dare to glance at him yet. I was sure he'd be mad at me, but I didn't care. I only wanted to keep insulting him. He little bastard! He'd never said a good word to me at first, and the first time he'd spoken to me he'd said : " Hey you, the fucker there! Gimme chocolate!". Oh, no. Not the right thing to say to Mail Jeevas, kiddo...Since then I was mad at him all the time, keep teasing him...He didn't actually do something better...

Back in his bed, he was staring at me, shiny blue eyes fixed on my green ones. His lips were a thin line of pale pink at all the blod had wringed from his face. ' Maybe I...overdid it this time...' I thought.

He just eyed me a little more and then stood up silently and got out of the room, closing the door behind him.

My jaw droped in surprise. 'Mello didn't say a thing? Wow...' Well, if you consider it a bt, what could he have said? What I told him (even thought not in a good manner) was pure truth. He had no friends, no identity, no nothing. But...but...dunno, something deep inside me was whispering that all those things were non of my buisness, so why did I tell them?

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Just about an hour after our little "conversation", Linda stormed in my bedroom and slamed the door shut. I shut my D.s closed and stared at her. She was obviusly angry, far too angry one could have said. Her dark brown eyes were shiny, her hair was electrified and her fists were curled.

The first impression was that Linda was angry. The second was that the flames starting out from her nares were missing to complete the gruesome sight of a Devil - like - Linda. Needless to say I hold back my thoughts and laughter both. I didn't wanna have another bump from her. I gave her a gently look instead.

" What brought my dearest Linda in my room?" I asked gently. Too gently...

" Wanna die now or after confesing your sins to God?" was her cruel answer that broke my heart.

" Hmm...let me see..." and I flew a finger to my lips, pretending to be thoughtful.

" WHAT THE HELL MATT?!?" linda yelled, and I hit my head backwards at the sound of her extremely loud voice.

"...outs...well, obviusly the Hell, Linda " I mutered while rubing the back of my head. " What is all this noise for? "

" Matt, I saw Mello-"

" Well...it would surprise me if you hadn't " I cut her off

" -in the library-"

" ...reading again..."

" -and IheredhimsaythatyouwererightandhewouldleaveWammy's " Linda said in a breath, afraid of another interuption.

I blinked once. Twice. I shoke my head a bit. " Erm...come again?"

Linda heaved a sigh of annoyance " I heared him pray! I heared him say that you were right and he would leave Wammy's! Because you told him - I have no idea what - he's gonna leave Wammy's! Got it now? " Linda said bitterly, her eyes floaded with tears.

' He's gonna leave...because of me?'. I always new I was a disturbance to Mello, yes. I was a tease all the time, yes. But...C'm on, he's Mello! The strong bastard that cares for nobody! Who doesn't give a shit for what others say!

...does he...?

" Matt! Matt, you gotta stop him! He'd never face the reall world, he can't survive out there!" Linda beged me and sat down.

" Linda, he's almonst eighteen, I'm sure he can take care of himself." I informed the scary girl, even though my heart was beating too fast to calm me down. Linda was right, I had to do something. Anything.

I stood up " But...he needs someone to fight with. who else but me is the right person for that?" I muttered and poped out from the room.

The floor was rowling under my shoes. I headed so fast to the Library, and I started searching for thee long leather dressed figure and the common glimpse of Mello's shiny hair.

.Nothing. He wasn't there. Only books on the raffia, the carpet on the floor and the deathly silence I knew so well. No Mello and his always following smell of chocolate.

I sighed in disbelief and I pushed my brains to get to work. ' Ok, he's not here...He came into our room, then stormed out. After an hour or so Linda came in too ans scoled me...Mello was suposed to be here but he's not...Well, if somebody wanna leave he first goes to his romm, to get his stuff...but I was in his room until I stormed out to find Mello...S-'. I stoped the racing thoughts with a loud snap. The Hell...'...Till I stormed out...HE'S THERE NOW I LEFT!'

I run again, no running like that one in my entire life. I slamed the door open only to find a sobbing Linda sitting on Mello's bed. The closet was open and half of the clothes were missing. Guess whose clothes...

" Linda, was Mello here? " I asked the girl, and he nodded. I leaned closer to her and shoke her soulders. " Linda tell me, where did he go? "

" M- Mello g-got o-o-out! " she gasped and showe me the general position of the central gate of Wammy's with a shaking finger.

In a minute I was there, sweaty and panting, afraid that he had left. But no, there he was, opening the Gate that leaded to the central road.

" Mello, wait! Don't! " I yelled calling him.

He turned back his head to face me and gave me a sad smile. " You were right, Matt. I'm the absolute wash-out, and now I'm leaving your place. " he told me and turned around.

He hadn't saw it. He hadn't saw the fuckin' car that was heading right to him. He didn't have the time to think, to take a step bac, to protect himself, to save his life...

" WATCH OUT! " I yelled at the top of my lungs and started runing to him.

But the car hit him first. He hit Mello. He fell down, his lugage landed on the pavement, his head resting on the cold road. The driver was drunk enough not to stop and help.

" Mello...no, please... " I wispered and knelt next to him. " Mello...don't die..." and I held his body in my arms, tears running down my face.

I felt a weird pain inside of me, a pain I couldn't explain. All those years I had been praying for him to leave, or die, or be vanished...But when I held him, I could only pray for one thing :' Please, God...whoever you are, take care of him, don't let him die...I beg you...'

~~~End of chapter one~~~