Matt sighed and pulled himself away from the mirror; he had spent the last half an hour just staring at his reflecting hoping the blue crescent moon outline on his forehead would disappear.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but it wasn't the thrill of the kira case or the comfort and familiarity of the orphanage he had been living in for so long that he was going to miss the most, it was his life-long friend Mello. He also wouldn't admit out loud the feelings he had for Mello were a bit more then just friends. Was this love or just what it felt like to really trust someone- he often found himself wondering this- and if it was love, would Mello return his feelings or laugh in his face? Better safe then sorry, I suppose…

Matt glanced over at the bag lying on his bed, he didn't own much but Rodger had agreed to let him take all his clothes, (mostly stripped shirts and jeans) a few books, (Chinese folk tails, modern literature, classic plays and a manga or two) and some video games (of course he was sure to take his favorites- Kingdom Hearts Chain Of Memories and some surgeon game Watari gave him) "On the bight side, I won't have to spend all day playing football-er soccer… American. I'm American now, not English," he mumbled with a fake accent as he grabbed his bag and keys and walked into the hall.

That room, the one were most everything constantly had a layer of dust on it, and everything else had stains from melted chocolate, was empty now. Mello had left the Wammy's house 2 and a half years ago and although Matt was technically still a resident there, he spent most his time following the blonde around the country and helping him with cases and detective wars against Near, all of which were lost. But now, no one would ever walk in in the middle of the night asking for help with math homework. No one would ever lose sleep over a fight the two roommates had because of something as stupid as a bar of chocolate. No one would ever tell stupid jokes from old Japanese movies or bang against the wall just to annoy K and V next door.

Not in that room.

"Damien," the Jamaican-looking girl said," Again you are getting on my danm-"

"-last nerve with you unending vocab bullshit" the blonde girl sitting next to her finished, almost as if she could read minds- which is ridiculous, right? As ridiculous as a killer note book, Matt thought, perhaps Kira is actually a vampire. That would make- no stop thinking about the Kira case! he mentally scolded himself.

The one they called Damien looked offended but arrogant at the same time, though clearly in jest. "If your vocabulary wasn't so abysmal you wouldn't have to carry a dictionary around with you to keep up with me."

"Abysmal- bad, crappy, suckish." The redhead chimed in as he walked by. The two who had been obviously angry at Damien for using the word abysmal turned to face Matt.

"Thanks for the help nerd," they said in unison.

"Suckish?" the curly haired fledgling sitting across from the table asked.

"Just cause I'm a nerd doesn't mean, I can't be a dork to. Oh, do any of you know an Erik Night? I'm his new roommate."

"No way," the mind readers and Damien all three said at once.