Lunar Eclipse
A Mello x Near, Mello x Matt fanfiction
Written upon request
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or Mello or Matt or Near or Wammy's or England. (Yet.) Since I will inevitably die by my Matt's hand for even writing this story, I hope you at least enjoy it. ~Mello
It was a beautiful morning in Winchester, England. The sun was shining in gentle streaks through holes in the dark clouds that were finally fading from the skies. Birds were chirping a cheerful morning tune and a fresh dew glistened upon the petals of wildflowers. It had been days since the children living at the orphanage known as Wammy's House had been able to go outside to play. Spirits were high, hopeful that today would be different.
On this particular morning, Wammy's was bustling with the excitement of children waking for breakfast and the quiet murmur of conversation. Most of the children were talking of the weather or breakfast at this time, but there were two students who hadn't even noticed the weather yet. Two of the orphanage's occupants were completely preoccupied, far too wrapped up in eachother at the moment to give a thought to anything else. In their third floor room, the sounds of scuffling and shouting could be heard behind their closed door. This, however, was something many people in the home had gotten used to.
"Matt! Matt, stop! Dammit, I'm gonna-!"
"What? You'll what, Mello? I'm the one in control here! Face it! Little Blondie, submitting to the Master!" Mello? Submit? Never. The word had been discarded from his vocabulary. With a little growl, he conjured all his strength to buck upward, throwing his best friend off balance and causing him to fall off the bed.
"Ooouuuch! Mello, you jackass!" Matt frowned, peeking up over the mattress. As soon as he did, however, he was made to duck again. Even so, the pillow Mello swung hit him in the back of the head. Observing his fallen opponent, Mello lay across the bed to look over the side. He grinned at the sight of Matt laying there, frowning up at him.
"Oh, face it, Matt. Your pillow fighting skills suck." He laughed, rolling his eyes as he pulled himself up out of bed to dress himself. "I don't even think a good breakfast would help you. And speaking of which, we're missing breakfast right now thanks to your dumb ass." Mello turned to face his friend, who had leapt up at the mention of missing breakfast and nearly dove across the room to retrieve his clothes with a bit of cussing. He couldn't help but smile at Matt. His best friend could be such a dimwit sometimes, but it was always so amusing to him. Mello chuckled as the redhead hopped on one foot, trying to make his way to the door as he tugged his pants on at the same time. A typical morning for the pair.
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In another room on the third floor, someone was having a less than active morning. A tiny, pale hand rose from the starch white sheets of the bed he slept in, his snowy white hair and pale, pale face nearly blending in with the pure white pillow. Large ebony hues peeked open in small, tired slits. Near yawned, his hand falling with a faint pouff onto the billowy comforter that covered him. He lay there a few moments, watching the sun stream in through the window near his bed. Maybe he should feign being sick today. He'd rather just lie there in bed. He was comfortable, and didn't want to move.
At least the sun was out. That meant the rest of the kids would be heading outside rather than invading his serenity in the recreations room. Matt was the only one who usually stayed inside after lunch but he was fairly quiet and kept mostly to himself, so Near didn't mind him being there.
He closed his eyes, rubbing his face before giving a deep sigh and pulling himself up from the bed. Time for breakfast. No use bothering to pretend he was sick, anyway. The nurse would prove him wrong within moments and send him back to class. He stripped down and tugged on a clean pair of identical white pajamas and a pair of white socks before heading down to the cafeteria.
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Mello yawned as he stood with Matt at the tail end of the breakfast line, late as usual. He moved closer beside the redhead, resting his head upon his shoulder.
"Still tired?" Matt smirked, and Mello nodded. He wasn't about to tell his friend that he'd stayed up late studying again. Matt hated when he stayed up til all hours of the morning trying to cram his brain full of knowledge. But Mello was so close to beating Near in Wammy's ranks... that little bastard was considered the smartest kid there, and Mello hated to be outdone. Especially by a twerp like Near. It drove Mello crazy. How could that little brat beat him? But no matter. He'd be on top soon.
He yawned again as they received their breakfast trays and sat at their usual table apart from the rest of the kids. That was when Mello finally noticed the weather, and he perked up some. "Oh, hey! It's finally nice out again! Maybe we'll be able to go out and play some football today. You in, Matt?" He asked, forking a bite of french toast into his mouth. Matt, however, was less enthusiastic.
"Nah... you know me, Mel. I'm not really into the whole outside thing."
"Why the hell not? You need some sun on that pale-ass skin of yours, anyway." Mello frowned, plucking at the goggles around the boy's face. Matt's hands immediately moved to keep the accessory on, but Mello didn't fight. "Seriously, Matt! It's not healthy for you to shut yourself up in the House all day every day. Come outside for once."
"No." Matt insisted, swirling a piece of his food around in the syrup. "It'll put a glare on my screen. I won't be able to play."
Mello rolled his eyes. Why had he even bothered trying to suggest such a thing to the other? He'd never been able to convince Matt to go outside, not even - well, okay, maybe once, but Matt had been pretty mad about it afterward. They ate in silence for a while before Mello finally turned back to his comrade once more.
"Okay so what's so great about staying inside anyway, huh? You don't even do anything, just chill out and play your damn games, don't you?"
"Yup!" He answered proudly with a smirk. Mello sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Okay. Well what if I come inside and we play a game or something?"
"Sure, whatever." Matt shrugged, indifferent. He could really care less what Mello did with his time after lunch... he'd probably end up playing his games anyway.
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Classes that day were fairly uneventful. The teacher tried to make things a little more fun to learn by having the kids go up to write out problems on the board or draw things, but Near just found the whole thing to be rather annoying. Just because Linda could draw didn't mean anyone else could, and he personally didn't much like to draw. And frankly, everyone else's drawings pretty much sucked. And yes, he was in a bad mood.
After a particularly bad drawing, he curled back up in his seat glaring at the teacher. At least the class was almost done, and then would be lunch, then he could relax for a while. Hopefully the afternoon classes wouldn't be so annoying.
He continued to glare outright at the teacher, who seemed to have gotten the message and stopped calling Near up to the board. The bells rang a short time later, and Near carefully gathered his books. About time.
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Mello sighed in slight annoyance as he trodded through the halls of Wammy's toward the rec. room. He'd only played one game of ball, as he'd promised Matt... so Matt had better keep up his end of the bargain and make it worth his time for coming inside to miss the rest of the games.
With a lick of his lips, he turned the corner into the room and headed toward the back, where Matt tended to sit on the rainy days when everyone had to stay inside.
"Hey, Matt. What game do y-..." Mello stopped abruptly when the boy finally came into view. Or rather, the boys. Matt, and Near. Even though Near was only sitting there building a structure of dice, Mello's temper flew through the roof. Matt looked up to see the expression on his friend's face and almost cringed at the sight.
"Now Mel-"
"You fucking ditch me after lunch every day to hang out with this fucking prick?!"
"Mello, we're not even talking! I'm playing my game and he's-"
"I don't give a fuck! Come on, Matt, we're leaving!" He frowned, snatching Matt up nearly by his ear and dragging him from the room.
Near watched Mello the entire time. What was his problem, anyway? That guy always seemed to be in a bad mood. How could someone as quiet and peaceful as Matt even be friends with someone as loud and obnoxious as Mello? Near sighed, shaking his head a bit before returning to his dice castle.
A/N: Sorry for the rush of the first chapter. I was having trouble getting things done. The rest of the plot won't flow as oddly as this, I promise. -M-