AN: This is a MattxMello story. In the future it will contain, yaoi (BOYxBOY), fluff, angst, and graphic pasts! IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!
Please excuse any bad grammar and or spelling errors! D: I have worked quite hard on this and I hope you all like it. ;D
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"Mello, I am getting tired of these stunts. This is the 8th time this month I've had to speak to you about terrorizing the younger children," said an elderly man commonly known as Roger. Mello, the culprit, casually leans inward against an old faded blue chair. Crossing his arms over his chest he says, "Hey! That little snot nose shit deserved it! Everyone knows better than to take my chocolate!" A scowl seemed to be permanently placed on his features.
Roger sighs in defeat. Slowly massaging his temples with one hand, he moves a few files over with the other, one of which still having a red sticker signifying a new child on it.
"A new kid?" Mello asks the elderly man.
Taking out a faded white handkerchief Roger coughs softly and then adjusts his glasses to fit securely on the bridge of his nose. Returning the piece of cloth to his suit pocket he clears his throat and says;
"Yes...It says here that the boy's name is Matt, he's 13 years old and was removed from his home due to an unfit father and was placed in a foster home. I'm assuming they couldn't handle him so now they're sending him here. This is him," he says handing the blonde boy a photo of the boy.
Mello snatches it up and allows his icy orbs to gaze over it.
The child in the photo was a stunning young boy with shoulder-length maroon hair; he wore a black and white striped shirt and worn jeans. What caught Mello's eye the most was the bulky goggles the boy wore around his face, masking his emerald eyes.
After starring long enough, he returns the photo to the old man.
Roger closes the small file he had previously been reading and sets it aside once again; before he could say anything else Mello began bombarding him with questions. "When'll he be here? Who's he going to be rooming with? What kind of classes is he taking? Will he-" the blonde boy was cut off by a grumble and sharp glare from the man before him. "Mello..." he said, clearly warning him. Mello raises his hands insinuating he would stop. Roger breaths a weary sigh.
"He should arrive within the hour-" Mello quickly glances at the clock hung on the wall. So in about 20 minuteshe thought. "As of this moment you and Near are the only ones who don't have roommates," he said while glancing at the clock as well.
"He can stay with me!" Mello replies, a bit to quickly for his taste. He blushes softly and turns his gaze to the ground. Roger in turns sighs and calmly says, "That's fine, but only if you behave. " Mello's head shoots up with a rather bright grin, "Sounds good to me," he replies quickly after Roger.
"Now please return to your-" Roger was cut off at the sound of the phone ringing. "Hello?" he says softly into the telephone. Mello leans anxiously against the desk awaiting a reply from the other line.
The elder man's face turns into a sorrowful grimace. 'Come on..Come on, what is it?!' Mello thought, disliking the face Roger made. "I see, I'll be there soon," he then pushes the phone away and stands. "Well, what's wrong? Is it about the new kid?" Mello said in a demanding tone.
"There's been an accident..."