I'm... really not sure why I wrote this, I just had the idea of Mello comforting Matt... I got bored, alright?
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Death Note, if I did, a certain few people would still be alive.
"Why're you crying now?" Mello asked in an irritated voice; Matt sniffled and looked up, blinking away the salty tears that threatened to spill over once again.
"I wasn't," He protested stubbornly, folding his arms.
Mello snorted, crouching beside the boy. "Sure, what's wrong, Cry-baby?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Hmph, if you're going to be like that..." The blonde stood up, turning and walking slowly away; he knew it would force an answer out of the new boy, it did the last time.
After a few steps, he halted as Matt spoke up. "They called me weird. They broke my Gameboy, they... they said video games are for losers."
Mello turned back to the red head. "Do you think video games are for losers?"
The young boy shook his head, pulling his knees to his chest. "No, they're-,"
"Well then, they aren't," Mello cut him off, grinning.
"I...I guess..."
Mello made a face at Matt. "What else did they say?" He sighed, every bit of information had to be drawn out of Matt, it was like pulling teeth.
"Well... They asked how I'm ranked third, when I'm so stupid."
Mello sighed once more, not out of aggravation, but something else. He watched the smaller boy with a brief sense of sympathy, not pity, like usual. He had been curled up in the corner of the playroom when the elder had found him. His eyes rimmed pink and shimmering with tears, hands balled into fists by his chest, legs tucked up under himself. Matt looked like he wanted to disappear into the plaster of the wall, his face held such hurt and suffering it made Mello almost, almost, want to cry with him.
The boy was new, and his parents had not long ago died; Mello remembered when he was new to Wammy's, coupled with the nights he had curled up in his bed and sobbed into a pillow. The things other orphans said to him would stay with Mello until he was pushing up daisies. He remembered how he felt, when he realized there was no mother to wipe away his tears, or any father to reassure him monsters weren't real. It had been such a shock to Mello's system that, for the first few months of his stay at Wammy's, he had been a complete wreak, having nobody to cry to.
Matt was the same as Mello, in turmoil; there was nobody to tell him the other kids were 'just jealous', or that they just didn't know him well enough yet. The children at Wammy's House could be cruel, crueller than if Matt had been left to fend for himself in the snow covered streets of Winchester.
Mello slowly lifted his hand, dragging his thumb across the gamer's wet cheeks, wiping away the tears that sluggishly rolled down the warm flesh of Matt's face. The boy looked up, blinking in surprise. Mello looked back at him, holding out his free hand. The blonde helped Matt to his feet, before smiling reassuringly at him.
"Don't worry about the other kids; they don't know the first thing about you, Matt."
The ten year old took Matt's hand, pulling him away from the corner and out of the playroom. Yes, the children of Wammy's could be cruel, but he was determined to be different from them. "Come on, you can have some of my chocolate, if you want."
He would be different for Matt.
Ta-da! What did you think? This was my first attempt at a fic about Matt and Mello, and I'm fine with criticism, no flames, though.
Later!
-Shinigami