Perspective or Angle...?

"I don't own Death Note or his caracters"

This fic is a gift for all authors of DN fic. Those that have had the opportunity to talk with me, will understand.

This is a portuguese fic, I trying to improvese my english translating this, sorry about some errors.

Kisses to all.

Matt's POV.

Once in the orphanage I had a strange lesson, at least for me it was. It was about perspective and angle or something similar.

Each thing we see, when looked from a different point, it changes. That disturb me. After a long explanation, even me that was considered one of the best of this place, I still not understood yet.

I decided made a test with a notebook, in fact that seeing from different angles he took a different posture, but still was a notebook.

Tested with a carrot. The effect was similar to the note.

When the class ended, the teacher with potato nose finish with an impact sentence. "An action changes everything..."

That time I think it was something ridiculous. Taking into account that it is clear that changes! An old cliché.

After cooking my brain, I´ve decided to return to my room and play videogame. I passed by the main hall and saw Mello arguing with Near. The word cliché don't come out my head.

I was playing sitting in bed, listening some loose phrases by children who was passing by outside. But one called my attention: "It's incredible the feeling of hatred that Mello have for Near, isn't it?". I don´t know who spoke, but the morning lesson came to my head again. Along with many formulas and geometric figures.

"Game over" I turned off the game. And left. Had pass more time than I thought, already. I get down to the main hall, but didn't saw Mello, but Near was sitted in his usual activity. A group of girls stopped not far from me, and from all bullshits of the pale boy; I catch the word autistic.

But I don't see him like that, and I though despite all suppost "hate", Mello either. But people have this habit, designate what they don´t know.

I don't know Near, Mello either but at least he was able to get closer.

And no matter the angle what we see him. Near still is Near, we keep unknowing his real self.

I would be offend if someone call me autistic, Near don't mind or feign not.

When I was retiring to sleep Mello came in to the room complaining, I don´t need to say who was. Don't paid much attention I just filtered a few phrases and words.

"Arrogant", "manipulator". So that was Mello´s angle vision? What looked to me incomplete or inconcistent. Curious, isn't it?

Few days later I met Near at library collecting some books on the ground. I´ve decided help, his attitude was cold and empty as ever. But don't let me be intimidated for this and suddenly asked:

-- Do you never feel lonely? -- I don´t know why but his pale and without life face, gained expression. But didn't have response. Neither needed, his eyes said, it was very fast if I wasn't so attentive wouldn't have noticed either.

-- Thank you. -- He said and go away. I standed for a moment. After went play soccer.

Linda stopped me in the corridor asking where was Near, it seemed worried and from her I listen the word "innocent". Yeah, he could be that too... or not. Reply her and leave.

While play, looked at a glance one pale face at window, to watch somebody and I knew that wasn't me.

Confess that I was relive. And finally I had my angle.

"Arrogante, manipulator, autistic, innocent" Or any other angle that a person could have, to me what more fit is...

Human!

One more crime commited!! Kisses.

Special Tks to Raayy, for the beta.