*Matt*

A, X, b, y, up, over, b. I rapidly pressed buttons on my hand held gaming device. I watched as the little animated character jumped then flipped, landing with a kick to its opponents head. K.O. flashed across the small screen in big orange letters. I looked up and narrowly dodged a wall. I followed the man that I had just found out was called, Roger, down another long hallway. I hit the pause button on my game as we came to a pair of large doors.

Inside was a smaller office type area. Papers were stacked high in three different piles in the front counter. Behind the counter were three ladies, tapping away at their keyboards. Roger swiftly got their attention. Informing them of my arrival. I couldn't help the nosey instinct that took over me as I picked up one of the papers in one of the stacks. I realized almost instantly that it was a class test. The name Near was scribbled across the top next to this persons perfect score.

"Name, hun?" I looked up into the dark eyes of one of the ladies from behind the counter. He now had a small pile of papers in front of her. I hadn't thought about this. I knew I really didn't want to be called by my real name, after learning that I could change it for protection. I rapidly said the first name I could think of.

"Matt Jeevas." Sure I'd used my real last name but it was only because I couldn't think of another name. Thank god I'd said a name that I remotely liked. I would have died if I'd have said something like 'Bill' or 'Rick.' The woman scribbled down my name on each paper before handing them over.

"Well, Matt Jeevas, This first paper is your room number and your new student number. You can use that when you go to eat. Then the next sheets of paper I want you to give on to each of your teachers and they will send them back to me. "She gave me a smile before turning back to her work.

Roger grabbed my hand and I jumped about thirteen feet in the air. That's a good way to get slapped, I thought bitterly. I glanced up at the man, who was smiling encouragingly down at me. He led me through halls, pointing out where my classes would be and where I would eat my meals. Then we came to the dorm halls. We passed room after room, numbers getting larger with every door.

We finally stopped in front of room number 43. I watched as the man began fondling with a ring of keys, guessing he had one to all the rooms, in case of emergency. Finally he seemed to find the right one and stuck it in the door. It turned with a click and opened wide into a dark room. He gestured me in.

I looked around. It was dark because someone had the curtains kept shut. There were two beds on opposite sides, and one desk that were big enough for two. There was also a small rectangular television sat in that corner of the room. Then, I was pushed out of the way by a blur of blonde. I'd lost balance and fallen to the ground, my goggles pressing into my eyes painfully.

"Roger! I swear I didn't take anymore, plus I put the others back! I only eat my chocolate in the dining hall now!" I looked up to find an infuriated blonde. The boy was now kicking Roger in the leg repeatedly.

"Yes, Mello, I know you did. I didn't come for a search. I came by because you have a new roommate." The man said, kneeling down so he was at eye level with the one introduced as 'Mello'.

Why is it that I always get the crazy people? I asked in my mind. The male was slightly taller than I was and seemed a lot less level-headed too. He'd just started beating up an adult! I wanted to curl up into a little ball of fear, but I'd gotten the hint that that was what he'd expected me to do. So, I cleared my face of as much fear as I could and straightened my shoulders to try and make myself look slightly taller. It really didn't seem to work, as the blonde's glare turned deadly.

"Mello, please make Matt feel at home. Show him around. He's in your class you know." With that Roger left. Great just leave me here with this…thing. My mind said sarcastically.

"What's this?" The other male reached toward my pocket and pulled out my D.S. My eyes widened. No one just grabs my games. I didn't care anymore if he was able to beat me until my life span was only half of what it is now, I didn't let anyone touch my games.

"Give that back!" I lunged forward. He stepped back just as I was about to close in on him. He pressed the power button, making the device emit a familiar soothing ding.

"Let's see what kind of games Mathew plays, shall we?" Mathew? What the hell?

"If you start my game, jello, I'll kill you." Jello had been the only thing I could think of to rhyme with Mello. I watched as he used his finger to push on the touch screen, starting the theme music.

That was it. I lost it. First I felt my face turn beet red with anger. Then I remember closing the distance. I felt as the flat top of my fist connected with the boy's cheek. He'd dropped my game. I scooped it up protectively. I should have moved quicker because then he had me pinned on the ground, straddling my waist, wailing random hits anywhere he could reach.

I heard my neck pop as it was moved sideways too quickly. Then my visions wasn't tinted anymore as my goggles snapped at the rubber tie and were thrown across the room. A hand came up to put in another punch, but stopped mid air. My eyes widened a little bit. I watched as the fist went lower, lower. Then he'd moved off of me.

"You know, you're an alright guy." I was surprised as a hand reached out for mine to help me up. I looked at it warily before taking it and being pulled swiftly to my feet.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, starting to feel the pain of where he'd hit.

"Had you wanted me to continue?" He asked with a light chuckle.

"No, but usually when you're beating someone up, you don't just stop and say that they are a cool person." I stated. He raised a dark blond eyebrow at me.

"Well, half way through I realized that you'd actually hit me first. I'm usually the one to start things." It kind of made sense, but it didn't. Either way I was fine that he'd stopped. I looked around and spotted my goggles on the ground.

I gently picked them up, as if touching them could cause them to poof into dust. I sighed. I'd had these since I was five. Now the rubber tie was split in half and part of the nose piece was bent from where they'd been pulled at. I guessed it was easy to tell that it pained me they were broken because I heard Mello ask if I was alright.

I wasn't really paying attention to him. Instead I padded over to my D.S. and made sure that it was alright, wiping Mello's fingerprint off the bottom screen. I looked over at him. He looked at me. From his expression I could tell that he was sorry. It wasn't much and you had to pay attention very closely but it was there, and I caught it. I couldn't help but smile.

I couldn't help but chuckle as the blonde pulled out a bar of chocolate that he swore he didn't have from under his pillow. He just shot me a glare that said it would be a mistake to tell Roger that he did. Still I laughed harder, eventually getting Mello to join in. I noted that he had a good laugh, and I could tell that not many people got to hear it. I wanted to live in that moment forever, I wanted to stay in the moment that Mello became my best friend.

Eventually, morning did come. As much as I willed it not to, the sun pushed its way into the sky and illuminated the sky with a bright annoying glow. I stumbled out of my bed, noticing I was about a quarter of the size of it. I dug through my bag. In y search for clothing to wear for the day, I came across something thin clothed and stripped. I yanked it out buy the sleeve. I tumbled backwards with a loud thud. I froze, afraid that I'd woken Mello. I got the feeling that he wasn't really a morning person.

I sat up and studied the striped black and white shirt. I held it up to me. It came down to the bottom of my knees. I remembered grabbing it as I was whisked from the toxic house. The vision came back to me, as if a reoccurring nightmare.

I raced as fast as I could. Sirens outside. I was scared. I followed orders and did as the police men said. I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack, ripping everything that was already in it, out. I replaced the forgotten papers and eraser shavings with any clothes I could get too. I grabbed the picture that was on my desk and pulled my goggles onto my head, snapping them over my eyes. I quickly stuffed my D.S. into my pocket from on my bed.

I jumped about thirty feet in the air as my door was slammed into the wall from being opened too roughly. I was quickly ushered out and lead down the hall way again. It was only a glance. That was all I could see from around the rushing people. Our entire kitchen was red, blood. Their lay two motionless bodies on the floor, my parents. I realized what had happened now. I saw something stripped from the corner of my eye and identified it as one of my mother shirts, I quickly scooped it up and continued following the path I was lead.

I had just gotten home from school. I walked in to this giant mess of a house and people. I was quickly greeted by an officer and sent to gather my belongings from my room. I could only do as he said, having not even seen my parents yet and let them explain what was going on.

I was pushed into a car and the door closed on me, silence met my ringing ears. All I could process was that something had happened to my parents. I set my bag next to me and pressed my face to the window, trying to see anything of what was going on. Men with suitcases were going in now. I also saw paramedics, which returned a minute later after entering, only this time, they rolled two stretchers with something on them that was covered.

I felt back into my seat and my breathing started to get heavy. The driver's door opened and the man from before hopped in. He turned to look me over once, making sure I was strapped in safely before heading out, no words. I didn't say anything, didn't make a single sound, as I let the tears fall. I felt my eyes sting and tightening in my throat as more and more fell, I couldn't stop them.

Soon they had stopped falling. At this time I was being lead up to a big building. There were many windows and I swore I saw lighting strike behind it even though there were no clouds and it wasn't dark. We greeted another man at the door, named Roger. The officer told Roger about the situation in hushed tones and soon left. I dug out my D.S. trying anything to calm down my nerves as the man led my through the halls. Every once in a while a kid would appear and bow or curtsey to Roger, then they'd look me over, analyzing me.

"More chocolate please…." I was brought out of my reverie by the sound of Mello mumbling in his sleep I sighed and hugged the shirt close, taking my mothers scent. I took it and climbed back into the big bed, waiting for the sun to fully rise and Mello to awaken so he could tell me what was the first thing to do at Wammy's house of highly educated.

-Mello-

I glanced behind me for the thousandth time. Matt followed behind me, hand trailing the wall. We'd only been 'friends' for a few hours (night when you're asleep doesn't count) and already the red head was driving me insane. I opted not to strangle him, I guessed friends weren't supposed to strangle each other. I guess, because I'd never really had a friend, no one's ever passed the test, but something about this guy make my interested enough to consider it.

"Could you please not do that?!" I semi-shouted. He looked up dazed at me from under his bangs.

"Do what?" Yeah, that's right, play innocent. I smirked to myself.

"Walk behind me. It's annoying. You're supposed to be my 'friend' right? Then at least come walk with me. It feels like someone's stalking me when you do that." I said with a grumpy pout.

"Oh, sorry." He scattered to walk with me. His red hair flapped over his eyes, so I couldn't see his eyes even though he didn't have those stupid goggles on.

We walked to the dining room in silence. He followed me around there like a lost little puppy. It was quite annoying. Granted, it wasn't as annoying as the people. Now, Wammy's house gets new kids all the time, but it was the fact that I hadn't kicked Matt to another table that was shocking to the other students. I have no friends, so it's quite unusual that I would let someone just follow me. Especially if that person were a small red headed gaming dork that wore goggles, like Matt. Actually I, too, am surprised.

I plopped my tray of…chocolate down on the table with a noisy thump. The people sitting at my table looked up into my glare and immediately went to find new seats. I sat in my rightful seat and waited for Matt to finish getting his food. He turned his head to look around the room for me.

His face split into a relieved grin when he spotted me. I watched as he started walking towards me….then tripped. I mean, it was like the movies kind of tripping. I have never seen anyone trip so spazzy before. It almost seemed to be in slow motion.

First his leg caught on the edge of some girls' chair. Arms went up as the rest of him went down. His tray slipped from his hands and into the air as he landed face first on the floor. His hand went to cover himself protectively. The food fell to the side and none got on him, but the tray made quite the thud bouncing off his head.

It was silent as people turned to look at the new kid. Then laughter erupted from every table. Some kids were more subtle, trying to hide it from behind their hands, but others full out pointed and laughed, some even got up from their seats to get a better look. Matt's face turned as red as his hair and he looked on the edge of tears. Then all was silent again as my chair scrapped across the floor. All heads turned to me.

I lifted off my seat, glaring at the watching room. I took a few steps and made sure that everyone could now see my piercing glare. I directed it mostly toward the albino genius sitting a few tables away from me. I walked over to where Matt was and grabbed his skinny arm. I pulled him up and quickly dragged him over to our table, plopped him the chair across from mine, made sure everyone knew to stay silent about him, and sat back down. Oh yeah, I'm awesome.

I picked up a spoon and started eating my chocolate cereal. Everyone soon returned to what they had been doing. I looked up to see that Matt was staring at me. He stopped as soon as our eyes met, instead choosing to look at where his food should have been. I pushed over a chocolate bar to him silently. He looked at me, then it, then unwrapped it and ate it gratefully. I rolled my eyes and couldn't stop the small grin that turned up the corners of my mouth.

-Matt-

After we'd gone back to let me change for class (ugh, I know, right!) we set out to the classroom. Upon entering there were a few snickers, until Mello sent them a furious blonde glare. Then I was dragged to the back of the classroom into the far corner desks. (You know, the ones that have school is for losers carved into them). Okay so these one's didn't have any carvings but still, you get my point.

I sat down in the seat and watched as Mello pulled out a text book and started writing down problems. I shrugged and pulled out my PSP. I was so distracted I hadn't heard a kid that now stood in front of me come over. I almost jumped ten feet in the air when he leaned over to look at Mello's paper, Mello not even noticing.

"Forgot to do your homework Mello? Tsk Tsk!" The blonde's head shot up. He took one look at the boy jumped out of his seat, grabbed the boy's white pajama collar and looked ready to hit him. Everyone in class had turned to look at them. Then they turned back! As if this happened everyday! Wait, did this happen every day?

I watched as Mello's angered eyes traveled all over the boy's pale face, his white hair falling in front of his eyes. The smaller boy's hand gripped around Mello's which held his shirt collar. It was almost as if they were speaking telepathically. Then Mello released him and sat down, his gaze still harsh as it followed the smaller males every move.

"So since Mello doesn't seem in the mood for introductions, I'm Near." He held out a small hand. I took it in mine. I noticed the difference in our skin tone. I thought I was just about the whitest guy on the planet but Near seemed like a ghost, I swore I saw through his hand at one point.

"Hi, um, I'm Linda, the girl that you tripped over today." A girl with dark hair bounced over cutely. I looked her up and down.

"Okay, well Linda, I'm going to try to get Matt caught up so just scurry back to you hole!" Mello stood and shooed her off with his hands. Before she was forced to leave she got a few more words in.

"Matt, if you ever need a real friend then you can always come to me- Ouch! Mello!" He'd now started dragging her back to her table by her hair. I stared in shock at the blonde. It seemed that everyone in Wammy's knew to avoid him for his moods. I glanced at the young male that had first decided to piss Mello off. His gaze followed the blonde's movements, almost fondly. I shook my head and looked back to my PSP, making my avatar flip in the air before knocking someone out.

"Mello, please stop pestering the other students. Also all electronic should be put away at this time." I looked up to the teacher. Her soft blonde curls framed her face. She turned to write the day's lesson title at the top of her board before turning back to look directly at me.

"You seem to be new, name please?" She asked, her finger scrolling down a list on her desk. I stood up awkwardly.

"M-Matt. Matt Jeevas, ma' m. " My face took on a light red blush which grew deeper as she turned her attention to me once more. She smiled and I almost collapsed on the spot. Luckily I sank back into my seat silently.

I felt like everyone was staring at me, even though they weren't. My cheeks still burned and my heart beat faster than it ever had before. I swore it skipped a beat when she called a soft 'let's check the homework'. I purposely let my hand brush across hers lightly when she passed me the homework to finish for my first grade at Wammy's house.

-Mello-

"So you like Ms. Lewis, huh?" I rested my cheek against my upturned palm, lifting my eyes from my lunch to the red head across from me.

"W-w-what?! H-how did –you come up with that?!" He laughed nervously and continued to pick at the sesame seeds on his hamburger bun.

"Well, you blush and act like an idiot every time someone even mentions her, that's why."

"Oh." Was the soft, embarrassed reply he gave.

"What are you doing to that poor hamburger?" He had now pulled off all of the lettuce, tomatoes and pickles, leaving him with just bread meat and cheese.

"Well, I don't really like lettuce or tomatoes and I'm allergic to pickles." He pointed out, wiping his fingers on a napkin. "What about you? Why just chocolate for lunch?" I looked down at my lunch. He was right, they all had one thing in common…chocolate.

"Because I love chocolate. It's kind of like a stress reliever at times. I guess you could call it a habit or guilty pleasure." He smile lightly and began munching on his burger.

I was beginning to think that this had been the best lunch at Wammy's of my life, until I saw her. I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Linda was walking this way, her brown hair bouncing lightly with her. I hated her. I scowled as she approached our table. Matt looked up innocently at her, some cheese stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"Matt, I was wondering if you wanted to come play outside with us." Linda glanced over her shoulder to three other little girls that looked very excited and hopeful. I didn't give Matt a chance to answer.

"He's studying with me tonight." I said shortly, both of their attentions turning to me.

"Well, he could study with you later! Maybe he wants to hang out with some normal people for once." I stood, barely rising an inch above the small girl. An Inch was all it took to scare most people though.

"Look, Linda, no one likes you or your stupid preppy little friends. Your all annoying dumbasses that can't think properly with one of you missing and-"

"Mello, stop!" I turned heatedly to Matt. He didn't know how much damage he'd done right then.

"Fine, go play with your little friends. Like I care anyways what a loser like you does." And I stormed off, heading straight for the dorm.

My fist connected with the closed dorm room door before I sank down to rest with my back against it. This is why I don't let anyone in. First you think it's cool to have someone. Then you start to get attached and comfortable and they pull the rug out from under you, sending you flying into the wall. This is why I don't get close to anyone. This is why I don't like anyone. This is why I have no friends. Guess it's time to visit my favorite stress reliever.

-Matt-

I ran down the stuffy hallway, running as fast as my small legs would carry me. I ignored the shouting from the girl running behind me. I could hear her steps get farther away as she slowed down, realizing it would be pointless to chase after me.

That idiot! Mello hadn't even given me a chance to answer. Also, just when did I agree to study with him?! Where was I when that was decided?! Still I ran faster, not caring about Mello's rude and sudden actions. My legs burned and my lungs weren't much better. I felt like I'd been going in circles. I glanced back. It looked just the same as the way I was going, plus up ahead there was a fork split. Why did this house have to be so confusing!? How do people even get around this place?

My hand clutched at my clothed chest, over my pounding heart. I was about to sit down to wait for someone that could help point me in the direction of my room, then I heard a noise, a voice. It was small and calm at first. Another voice joined it and I knew I wasn't far away.

"Mello, wait….Mello!" I followed the noise, turning around a few corners until they came into my sight.

Mello had the boy named Near pressed against the wall, clutching the collar of his shirt, blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. At first I was shocked. The smaller male was shaking in Mello's grip, a small amount of blood coming from his upper lip. I shook my head and got my thoughts together.

"Mello." I stood by his side. I put my hand over his tightly closed one. I pulled slightly on him, trying to free the small boy. I looked over to meet wide, confused, blue eyes. Up close his eyes almost seemed to sparkle. They put my green ones to shame. "M-Mello." His name went past my lips as a whisper.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" His eyes turned deadly but his grip faltered and Near dropped with a thud, my hand still connected onto the top of his. I lowered my arm and bending down to the other injured male, ignoring Mello's question as payback for pissing me off earlier. Truthfully, I don't really give a crap about the other boy, but he and Mello seemed to have a connection, bad or good I wasn't sure. "Hey! I asked you a question!" I still didn't answer. My hand was slapped away from Near's face by Mello's hand. "Answer m-"

"I heard you!" I yelled at him. "Geez! What the hell was that?! You didn't even give me a chance to answer her!"

"You would have gone with her and her stupid friends!" He took a step closer, yelling directly into my face, chocolate breath rushing over my face.

"So what? What if I wanted to go with them?" I took a step forward, our faces inches. I knew in that second that no one had ever returned Mello's anger and decided to continue a fight with him. I knew not only because Near made a small gasp, but because Mello looked a little surprised. His face twisted into a different expression after thinking about what I'd said. Then he stepped back.

"I guess, I thought you may not want to hang out with me anymore." He mumbled quietly. My eyes widened and Near made another gasp. "I've never had a friend before. No one has ever dared to try."

"You've been my first real friend too." I told him back. He looked up at me, confused. "Well, unless you count the guy that used to sit by me at lunch that only spoke French." I shrugged my shoulders sarcastically.

"I'm s-" He shut his eyes tightly. "I'm sor-" He sighed. I smiled. This was obviously new to him.

"It's cool, but can I make my own decisions from now on?" He gave a small smile and nodded. He started to walk back down the hallway but stopped to look down at Near.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." I smiled. Even though it was obvious he hated Near, Mello was sorry for his actions!

Then the blonde kicked him roughly. Okay, so maybe he wasn't sorry. With the last groan of pain he emitted from Near, he turned to walk haughtily down the hall. I looked down to Near and he looked up to me. I mouthed 'sorry', helped him up and ran to catch up with Mello.

-Mello-

Matt Jeevas. He certainly was interesting. He appeared by my side and smiled softly up to me. I couldn't help grinning back, even though I knew he'd helped Near. Yeah, I was going to have to fix that whole 'nice' attitude. Even though, he was a great friend.

"effectivement votre meilleur ami et pas seulement un ami, Matt." He looked at me with a confused look. "See I can speak French too." He smiled that smile and once again a grin crept onto my face.

Readers:

What Mello said meant: "Actually you're my best friend, not just a friend, Matt."

So my second story about something other than Naruto ^-^ The other one is also death note but it's LXLight and BBXL…yeah, I'm officially the biggest nerd on earth.

So tell me what you think! I wrote this in about half an hour. It just came to me and I love the pairing (stupid MelloXNear fans! MelloXMatt forever!) and I have been having a case of writers block so this helped me. I am currently running a ton of stories and trying to follow a schedule, then I was having a block moment and this came into my head. Ta Da! MelloXMatt fic!

So seriously review!

Oh! One of my friends had an idea! I am having this, contest type thing for each one of my stories. They wanted to see how many people are awesome nerds just like us and know about each major cosplay group. So if you can tell me what group these people belong to then you can either

-be mentioned in this story

-have me write a one shot of your favorite pairing

-if you can come up with anything else you want that I can do then I will do it!

-get a virtual cookie! LOL

So if you want to do this you can. I just want to see if I'm the only one that watches cosplay religiously. So This one's actually pretty easy so the first person to tell me is the winner (of a new car!!! JK)

-twin

-Nova

-Valdrian

-Mavi

-Kenshiro

-Kolibri

-AG

-Lazlo

^-^ yeah, it's easy, this story gets the easy one! Good Luck and I hope you get it right! The answer and winner will be mentioned in the next chapter.

Oh, I don't usually type this much at the end, sorry ^-^ I love you all for reading this though!

Oh one more thing, It's late so my spelling is a bit off, sorry for any mistakes!