GAME START
He was eight, he was nine.
He was red, he was blond.
He was orphaned, and so was he.
And both were soon to become the most inseparable of friends.
He arrived on the third of August, and he sat uncomfortably in his registration chair. Mr. Wammy had been asking him questions like rapid fire. To which, Matt had replied to most answers, 'I don't know'.
He was assigned a room, alphabetically. Miheel was his name. Or at least that's what Watari told him.
The next day he was registered for school. Or, well, the classes in the orphanage. On said day, Mail Jeevas meet the most…androgynous boy he'd ever seen.
But good god he was interesting.
He liked ABBA; said chocolate was better than video games (lies) and was the second-highest scoring child in the Wammy orphanage.
Which is what agitated both Miheel and Mail the most.
He was always so godammed jealous of that Near kid. He was a few years younger than him, maybe about seven or so, and was in the third grade, with the highest scores, and the best grades.
Miheel, or Mello, as he preferred to be called, spent every hour of every day studied so fucking hard, and it was just to beat the third grader who had taken away his glory. His pride.
And by a fucking third grader.
Mail couldn't help but laugh at how incredibly sad that was. Instead of focusing on their friendship, he tried to figure out how to beat a seven-year old.
As days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, he and Mello did practically everything together.
And soon, he discovered his own detest for Near. Because, well, Mello was rubbing off on him. That's how close they were.
The two boys just couldn't get enough of each other. Mello tailed Mail to class and vice-versa.
As before mentioned, the two were inseparable. They stayed up late, watching movies with their favorite actors. The Cooler, Ed Wood, Vertigo they loved pretty much anything with multiple obscenities.
And as the years passed, the two both grew. They both gained more interests, replacing movies with video games, and chocolate with…well…chocolate.
Mail discovered that he was the third most intelligent, and was then behind Near and Mello to succeed the person who they had most respected: L.
Unfourtunatley…
He was going to be second-in-line tomorrow.
As he tried to convince himself that Mello was 'just being Mello, and not really moving out from the Wammy house', he calmly breathed in, and breathed out.
Calmly.
He tried talking to him, several times. But god dammit, he was just so stubborn. Deep, deep down inside, Mail was petrified. He didn't want him to go. At all.
It all eventually led to Mail blocking the door so he wouldn't leave. Mello had to forcibly shove him to the ground, so he could get him out of his damn way.
"Mello…" Mail warned. "If you go, I'll scream." Mello rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now let me go, Matt." Mello lowered his head.
"And don't worry, I'll find you again."
GAME PAUSE
SAVE & QUIT
CONTINUE