I don't own death note, And this is just a very short drabble from a little artist's POV. R&R plz.

He's the hardest to draw, because he refuses to stay still for any great length of time

He's the hardest to draw, because he refuses to stay still for any great length of time. Always complaining and muttering, saying he ought to be off studying or plotting, rather than indulging a silly girl.

I don't care. He's definitely the one I get the best drawings of, because he's all smooth edges, no points. Except on his chocolate bar.

"Hurry up!"

He always moans at me for taking so long, and demands to know why I want to draw him anyway. Usually it's just for practise. Today it's because I have a plan.

Basic shape of his body done, now to start with the details… try not to miss anything, and make sure to get his whole pose in the frame…

I don't think he really hates having to pose for me. Not because he likes me, no, Mello doesn't really like anybody, except for L and Matt, of course.

But one thing I know he does like is being admired, and the centre of attention. Matt's right, he's a complete drama queen. When I'm drawing him, to his mind he's the centre of the world.

I can see why people do adore him, though personally I find him difficult. He's gorgeous, somewhere between Adonis and Aphrodite, walking a line between beautiful and handsome.

He hates it when people refer to him as a girl, but honestly, I always use a basic female muscle tone when I draw him. He's just not that masculine looking.

No, he's feminine, in looks and most of his actions. A lot of people here who didn't know him that well thought he was a girl until his voice finally broke.

Hehe, of course, because it's Mello, that had to happen when he was singing in the church choir, singing a solo. And it had to happen at Easter, when everyone at Wammy's has to go along to the church.

And it had to happen when L was back home for a change.

I shouldn't laugh. Mello ran off into the back when it happened. Matt told me later that he cried with humiliation most of the afternoon.

Apparently he only stopped when L gave him a lollipop and told him that up until the unfortunate voice breaking, he sounded very sweet.

I bet he carried that lollipop around with him for weeks.

It's a little bit weird, Mello's adoration of L. It's almost at stalker levels.

I heard a rumour that he breaks into L's bedroom when he's away from home, sleeps wrapped in the blankets that still smell of the detective everyone here loves.

I guess it comes from not having a real family, he's latched on to L as a kind of father/older brother figure. And it doesn't help that in this orphanage, the greatest honour is to be named as a possible successor to L.

So in Mello's head, L's become almost like a god. The ultimate prize, so to speak.

And who wouldn't want to be the centre of such a god's world?

"Are you done yet? I can think of hundreds of other things I'd rather be doing than sitting here."
Look up at him, then at my sketchpad, hold up my pencil and check I've got the details of his face in line.

"Just your eyes, then I'll be done." I reply, and start to sketch them out.

Eyes are always the hardest part. If you get them wrong it throws off the whole picture, get them right and it looks like the picture is alive.

Mello's eyes are navy blue. Almost black, but not quite. Remember that for when I get on to painting.

"Done yet?"

I nod, "Thank you Mello, it was very kind of you to pose for me." I stand up and bob a curtsey, because I always have with the genius' who rule this house.

He nods, I think he's pleased at the respectful show. "Why'd you want it anyway?"

I smile sweetly. "It's a surprise." I reply, then hurry off before he can probe for more information.