(A/N: My first fanfic yay!! Well go ahead tell me how bad it is, I dont mind as long as you read it! Don't own Death Note. Matt and Mello belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.)

Jeevas & Keehl

Matt was hanging off his bed, sideways to be exact; dark red hair partially blocking his upside-down gaze but nothing could take his attention from the blue DS clutched in his hands. His tongue poked halfway out of his lips as he battled boss after boss, beating the difficult levels with ease. He muttered incoherently to himself as he dueled with an exceptionally tricky opponent, the mumbling making him seem quite a bit like a stripey, orange-goggle wearing, ten-year-old drunk.

He was about to beat the final level of the game, when he heard a polite Roger-ish knock on his door. The knock was accompanied by a small acknowledging cough and a, "Matt, may I please come in?" Matt put down his (now paused) DS and sighed. Right when I was getting to a good bit too! "Yeah, come in Roger." Matt replied to the old man, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. Hmmm, what could he want? Roger only ever comes in our rooms if we're in trouble. Wait could he have found out about . . . Matt gulped and pushed the pack of cigarettes further under his bed with a toe. He commenced to slide into a more normal (not L normal, normal person normal) sitting position.

Roger opened the door and stepped into the room, followed by a slender blonde girl. Matt looked the girl over, she was new, obviously; she still held two large bags, presumably containing her clothing. Matt smirked to himself; she was pretty cute, wide slightly psychotic ice blue eyes were framed by pale golden, almost shoulder length hair. She was clad in nondescript black clothing, with a long rosary hanging around her neck. The blood-red prayer beads glinted slightly in the dull light thrown from an overhanging lamp. Hey wait a minute, since when have girls been allowed to room with guys?! As far as Matt could rememberWammy's House had never once strayed from its strict set of rules. Ah crap! This means I get a roommate, I thought I got lucky here!

Roger "ahem-ed" to get Matt's focus redirected to reality. "Matt," Roger continued, "This is your new roommate, Mello." Mello nodded curtly at him, blonde bangs swinging in front of her eyes for a second; she then turned to the task of unpacking. Matt groaned inwardly, every child at Wammy's was instructed to stick with their roomie and show them around the orphanage if they happened to be new. Matt was, quite frankly, just too lazy to enjoy that idea.

In a fit of total irrelevancy Roger glanced around Matt's dark, dirty room. "Have you ever even attempted to clean this place!?" Roger exclaimed, his face taking on a practically appalled expression. Matt just shrugged nonchalantly and eyed his awaiting DS. Mello moved to put her bags down on the unused second bed. Roger looked at her, an almost concerned expression flitting across his face. Most likely the concern was for her sanity, ones mental stability could not last long when sharing a room with the redheaded game extraordinaire. "Well, I hope you two can get along. I'll be seeing you for dinner." 

Roger backed out of the room and hurried down the hallway, that extreme degree of mess always made him uneasy.

Matt once again took to studying the blonde. She looked to be about the same age, shorter and definitely more petite than he was, but she had a vibe of 'you don't wanna mess with me' that you could sense from a mile away. Matt decided he would risk conversation with the irritable-looking blonde, for lack of anything better to do.

"Hi, I'm Mail Jeevas, er Matt for safety's sake."

"Mihael Keehl." . . . pause . . . "Well I guess its Mello now. "

Mello shot a venomous look toward the space that Roger had been standing in.

Hmm I always thought that Mihael was a boy's name.

"Soooo, do you like it here so far?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Long silence

"Is that your natural color?"

"What?"

Mello was talking about Matt's unusually bright maroon hair. Said maroon-head had gone back to playing a certain blue DS.

"Is that your natural hair color?"

"Oh, uh yeah." Matt was kind of puzzled by the very random turn of conversation but decided it was normal for a girl.

Matt saved his game and turned off the DS. Mello had quickly unpacked her things and shoved them into the vacant dresser. Well now it was vacant, the games that had been peacefully residing there were scattered haphazardly across the floor. Matt scowled at the back of Mello's head; she was too 

busy opening a chocolate bar to notice. The strained silence was broken only by loud snapping noises as Mello chomped spitefully on her candy. Matt was attempting to read a gaming magazine but the sharp munchings were getting on his nerves. Mello was splayed out on her bed, only moving to tear large pieces out of the offending (?) chocolate bar. Man if she keeps stuffing herself with chocolate at this rate she's gonna be like five thousand pounds by tomorrow.

Matt immediately noticed the lack of Mello-taking-out-anger-on-chocolate noises. "What did you just say?" Mello hissed, "I . . . uh . . . um" OH SHIT! Stupid thinking out loud habit! Matt didn't really have much time to lament over his subconscious tendencies because Mello launched herself off the bed and onto him. She battled fiercely; almost cat-like, hissing, punching, and scratching, while all he could do was try to grab her arms. Who the hell thought of the stupid boys can't hurt girls rule!? Matt thought angrily to himself. But he was taller and stronger than the blonde so he managed to flip over and pin a still very pissed and struggling Mello. "Ah! What the hell is your problem you crazy girl?!"

Mello actually managed to look even more furious when Matt decided to voice his latest opinion on her mental state. (Roger was all too right)

"I AM NOT A-A"

"NOT A WHAT?!" Matt yelled

"NOT A GIRL!!" Mello shrieked, very girlishly, mind you.

Matt leaned away from Mello but still kept a strong grip on HIS wrists. "Wait you're not a . . . girl?" Mello stopped struggling and stared at him with a 'while aren't you a genius' type of smirk on his face. "But you look so . . . ." Matt pondered this for a second re-checking out the blonde who was now underneath him. Very feminine face and eyes, girlish hair (obviously a lot of care put into it) slender fingers, narrow shoulders pronounced hips, long thin legs . . . "Are you gay?" Matt received a kick to the guts for that one. "No you pervert!" Mello squawked indignantly. "Well it's just that you look an awful lot like a girl." Matt mumbled, pathetically trying to back his accusation. It was precisely at that moment that they both realized how awkwardly positioned they still were. Matt was sitting on Mello's hips, his hands gripping the boy's wrists and pushing them back into the bed, his face was only a few inches away from the blonde's.

They were entwined in a very suggestive fashion, or that's what Roger thought when he came back to tell Matty boi that he had left a Final Fantasy DS cartridge in the playroom. Instead, upon finding them, he turned a very bright shade of pink and stuttered a weak "Boys! What on Earth are you doing!?" 

Mello then got back at Matt for his 'insult' by explaining to Roger that Matt had mistaken him for a girl and was attempting to rape him. Matt jumped off Mello and frantically began shouting at Roger that Mello attacked him and he was only defending himself. The only response from Roger was a large and rather frightening eye twitch.