Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or it's characters!

Warnings: Language, crude humor, misbehaving teens, and yaoi!

Summary: The Wammy Boys are at it again! Always into trouble, always cause a ruckus. The new resident, Mello, is one of the worst. What can Rager, L, and Wammy do? Mello, Matt, Near, and Kira are just too much to handle! LightxL MelloxMatt

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It wasn't his fault… It really wasn't.

That was what the young Mihael Keehl had to continuously whisper to himself, he feared that stopping this mantra would cause him to forget the words. If he forgot that it wasn't his fault… He shuddered at the possibilities.

He screwed his blue eyes shut, trying to rid himself of the memories from mere weeks before… So many terrifying screams, so much blood… It was all so wet…

He shook his head furiously.

"It wasn't my fault… It really wasn't." He chanted., ignoring the piercing stares from those around him.

The whispers from the other residents at the orphanage went unheard by him. It was normal for the children to gossip about newcomers, yet something about the blonde was different… Something was off, and they could tell.

Yet, one child seemed immune to the frivolousness of gossip. He sat, isolated, with one knee pulled up to his chest and the other sprawled next to him. He, ignoring the gossip and Mihael, was working hard on a blank puzzle.

Mihael peered at the curious boy, relieved to finally have something distracting enough. He put him finger to his lips, thinking. Perhaps the child was isolated because of his odd clothing? No that didn't make any sense… The rest of the residents appeared to mostly have a skewed sense of fashion. It was definitely possible that the boy had some kind of disease, he didn't look a bit ill. Yet something told Mihael that wasn't it. There was something deeper there. Something that even made the blonde dislike him.

"Mello, would you please come in here?" An old man asked. Mihael was so deep in thought he nearly missed the call, but registered it nonetheless, walking towards the voice. He cautiously stepped inside an office.

He looked around the large room and winced slightly. The large windows in the room blinded him momentarily and he needed to close his eyes. The sudden shift in light made his dizzy, but he kept his balance. Finally opening his eyes, he was able to fully take in his surroundings.

The walls of the office were a warm red, the colour making Mihael even more on edge as images flashed in his mind. He looked away from the wall to the double bookshelf. It was packed with old, musty books. Mihael doubted that they had every actually been read by this man.

"Mello, listen," an old gentleman began softly. Mihael glanced at him. He was old and wrinkly with short grey hair that flared out from the sides of his cranium, resembling an even more bald Einstein. He wore a black suit with a green tie, and was sipping from a magenta mug. Altogether, the room and the man had very Christmas-y air about it. Mihael didn't care much for the holidays.

"My name is Roger, and, as I believe Mr. Wammy as already informed you, this is not your average orphanage. He most likely already informed you that all of the residents here at Wammy's are girfted children, but did he tell you why?"

Mihael shook his head slowly, taking a seat in front of the man's large, auburn desk.

"You see, the children here are all potential successors of L. You yourself are now one of the potentials." He smiled broadly, as if it was a huge honour. Mihael looked away from the man.

"Perhaps you do not know of L, you see,, he is this century's greatest detective, Mello." He waved his arms in a grand gesture. "Therefore, that puts him in an incredible amount of danger. So, the odds of him having an early death, despite the precautions, is highly likely. So, Wammy's House was made for that exact reason. The world's justice will never go unprotected, even if, and when, such a devastating even does occur. Justice has prepared itself." Mihael glared at the insolent man. Justice? Did he dare preech about how prepared justice was when Mihael himself had seen it fail? If this L was so great, why were his parents killers still out there, even though Mihael had seen them. Hell, he could describe them nearly perfectly! He'd never forget their faces. Yet they were free, and Mihael ws trapped here.

That was L's perverse form on justice?

"Do you understand Mello?" Mello's thoughts, in his head made perfect sense. He didn't want to become L. There was no justice. He didn't want to be here.

But instead what came out was, "Why do you keep calling me Mello? It's not my name. My parents gave me the name Mihael Keehl! M-I-H-A-E-L K-E-E-H-L! And neither you, nor anybody else has a right to take that away from me." He growled. His parents had given him that name. It was really the only thing he was glad to have from them. He personally thought it was a very nice name, even if it did come from bad people.

Mihael's parents weren't the bets of people. They beat Mihael regularly, neglected him, and didn't really feed him as often as they should've. But, they were his parents, that was all Mihael knew. So he, of course, loved them very much. Plus, he found life was much more enjoyable if he loved them instead of hate.

He didn't exactly think the same thing now that the ones he loved were gone… Now all he had was hatred.

This lead to many other emotional problems of course, but I digress. On with the story….

"Mello!" Roger's voice rumbled. "I'm going to have to ask you to remain calm. This, I know for certain, Mr. Wammy told you about. You mustn't go around screaming your name like that. Though we generally operate under the assumption that the students here all follow the rules of justice, that does not mean they are above criminal activity…" He got a glazed look in his eyes as if thinking back to a previous criminal resident. "Anyway, we can't allow anybodies identities to be known, else the other residents may one day use that against, not only the individual, but the entire institution/" He explained calmly.

Mello looked down, regretting his outburst. Not exactly because he'd been disrespectful, but because he didn't even get to say what he'd really meant.

"Okay Roger, I understand." He mumbled begrudgingly.

"Good, now I will take you to your room. I should warm you now, you will have a roommate. His name is Matt." Roger said while rising and walking towards the door, gesturing the blonde boy to follow him.

"Matt? That doesn't sound very much like an alias." Mello mumbled, more to himself than to Roger. He slowly went to follow the old man. He was a tad perturbed by the thought of a roommate, but let it slide. He really had no control over what happens to him. He never has and he probably never will. The blonde boy looked down in shame… If he couldn't control himself, what could he control?

"Matt… He is a very different boy. Mello, please try to get along with him." Roger said, side glancing at Mello. The boy tilted his head slightly, squinting his eyes, trying to form a picture in his mind of his future roommate.

To him. Matt had always seemed like that name of a very thin boy with dark hair. A rude, cocky boy with a certain 'I'm-so-much-better-than-you' gleam in his eyes. However, because Roger said different, Mello also gave him buck teeth and dressed him just like the poster boy for Banana Republic. He winced, laothing the picture.

"Gross…" He mumbled.

The duo walking up two flights of stair before finally turning down the hall. Even though Mello was dreading every step, he couldn't help but smile at the grandeur of the building. It was as if a king lived here. And he had the nobles themselves decorate his palace. The wallpaper appeared to have individually painted roses on it, drawn by the wealthiest of artists.

The stairs were broad, a red carpet leading the trail upwards, or downwards, depending on which direction you decided to travel. The light fixtures were not above the floor, but nestled neatly on the wall on silver flowers. The bulbs themselves had a neat little flare about them.

Mello halted for a moment, staring at one intensely. There was something off. In the bottom right corner, somebody had carved a very small, capital 'B'. It had clearly been painted over, and attempted to be buffed out, but to no avail. Mello could still see it.

He walked on, ignoring it. A small blemish in such a perfect place. Who would truly care about something so insignificant?

Mello took to looking at the kids now, instead of the décor. He looked to each of them. They appeared to travel in packs, or pairs. Most laughing or playing some kind of game. A few groups huffed around angrily, but they were of no importance to the blonde. He was just glad he didn't see that bratty-looking albino. That kid seriously needed a tan… Or to go play outside. Unless he really was albino, then he should probably stay indoors actually….

"Here we are, room 13. The boy here was the first to move in sense this around the time of this or so. Only one other pair has living here… But that is long since passed. Anyway, do not forget where it is, okay?" Roger asked politely, keeping his distance from the door itself.

"I won't." Mello rolled his eyes. Though he was a child, he was not stupid. He detested being talked down to like that.

"Good, now I need to go an take care of something. Kira was in another fight and I need to go and make sure the other boy isn't in critical condition." Roger walked away with a quickness, not giving Mello an opportunity to question Roger's words.

Mello turned to his door and adjusted his shoulders, standing straight. He needed to prepare himself for his roommate. He didn't want this Matt boy to question him or his past. It was not something he was ready to discuss.

The blonde child began trembling again, rethinking that night was not something he'd meant to do.

He shook his head, as if trying to shake the memories right out of his skull. He saw a blurry white spot out of the corner of his eyes. He stopped thrashing his head about and he frowned, making uncomfortable eye contact with that damned albino. Mello narrowed his blue eyes at the supposed menace.

"I find it works best when you turn the doorknob." He droned, voice monotone. It took Mello a moment to understand exactly what he was referring to. The blonde growled low and crossed his arms.

"I know how to open a door!" He barked.

The mysterious albino boy shrugged his shoulder and walked away, not even sending Mello a second glance.

Mello felt his body fill up with rage.

"That stupid little fuck!" He screamed to nobody. Shaking his head once more, he threw open his dorm room door. "See? Opened it!" He called down the hall, though it was too late. The boy was long since gone.

He peered into the room, anger momentarily forgotten. The walls were a light blue and the floors wooden. He frowned. He preferred carpet. There were two beds in the room. One with a pink bedspread, the other with a brown one. The brown bed was neatly made, the other had the pillows and blankets stern sloppily across it.

He felt a cool breeze greet his face and he looked out the open window, blue curtains drawn back. He smiled to himself, perhaps this would be a pleasant place to live. He didn't have a window in his last room.

He tentatively began walking towards the window, the smell of freshly cut grass invading his nostrils and compelling his forwards when he suddenly tripped. He howled out, throwing his arms out in front of himself. He growled, holding his nose, and sat to look up at what he had just tripped on.

Much to his surprise, a young boy with redhead and goggles over his eyes looked back. The child was wearing a long sleeved stripped shirt that hung slightly off of one should and baggy, torn blue jeans. He had a tooth pick pinched between his grinning teeth.

"Yo." He said plainly. Mello flinched back, almost like he was sure if the boy was really. His skin was so porcelain, his goggled eyes so warm… Like a doll. So the girly, protuberant voice was so fitting Mello struggled to be sure if he'd even really said anything. Then Mello suddenly realized something. This was Matt! His roommate!

The redhead looked down the handheld device he was playing. Mello glared. That's why the brat didn't get out of the way and made him faceplant? A video game?

"Weird…" The redhead mumbled distractedly, "they told me I'd be getting a roommate finally, but they didn't say it would be a girl. And for a girl of twelve years, you have an awfully flat chest. Does that run in the family?"

Mello. Was. Pissed.

"Are you stupid? You fucking dumbass! I AM NOT A FUCKING GIRL! AND I'M THIRTEEN!" He raged, clenching his fists and punching the redhead's arm with all his might. The gaming device slid across the floor from the sudden force and Matt's arm went a little limp.

He made a surprised cry of pain and cradled the damaged appendage.

"I was fuckin' joking!" The boy screamed, furious. "You could've broke my game!"

Mello sat, dumbfounded… That's what he was upset about?

"The Hell is wrong with this place


Welp! That was chapter one, I decided to do a lighter story, since I usually do such dark fics... XD I hope you enjoyed. This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, as most of my stories are, so please look forward to the next installment!

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-Lunar