Iced rain

Chapter One : Part 1
I´ll be your home…

Winter was all there was. Pale white and icy blue light over the hills. And every single day a pair like the colour of the sky was looking outside the window on the second floor. "Snow…Pale white snow..again." The Head resting on his hands his heart skipped a warm beat, reflecting the smile in his eyes.
"Snooowflakes!", he shouted and jumped away from the window sill and seemed pretty alive. Due to his lack of taming his emotions, as always, he could barely hold himself back from the pleasure of this iced rain.

He ran down the floors at six in the morning to tell everybody, so they should get up to play in the snow. Now! Everything he wanted had to be done in a few minutes, he hated waiting…
And on such a morning he just couldn´t keep the secret to himself, that it was snowing again.

He just loved snow. Snow made everything…equal.

...

-N-

A flash of laughter ran through his veins when a sleepy creature slowly began to open one shy eye after another. "Hmmm…" A pair of grey hair strands from the already pretty messed up head were shouting for a comb, and these dark shadows, telling stories about their restless night: Solving this worlds riddles instead of feeding his weak body with some sleep…

He excluded himself with knowing it. It had been all part of the plan, to stay away from everybody, in case not to get hurt like the other times, when cruel children tried to beat him up in his hometown. Of course - he was happy to be here, to stay on the floor, doing as he pleased; As long as he went to classes.

He hoped he wouldn´t meet someone obtrusive. They all should stay where they were.
Far, far away from him; - A few.. or even ten meters at last…So he could have the common room for himself. The most children of Wammys House left it like that, and never showed up, as long as this weird, sharp, lifeless creature was sitting in the room and inherited it completely with its obtaining presence.

It seemed like his eyes were everywhere, but also his soul was nowhere to be found.
He aversed being outside with the others. He hated company.
He knew what would happen to him again, if he did. Sooner or later…
So he stayed with logic. Why should he ask himself silly queations, taking away all the time he could spend on training and solving math problems. And surely questions would come up to his already busy mind, thinking about others. Thinking about Philosophy.
He couldn´t stand it. Because he didn´t understand them at all.
Of course; - Roger gave him books about the humans´ psyche.
So he already had a very neat picture about the nature of these humans surrounding him in mind. And yes, - he already knew, that Wammys children were better than the rest of the outside world. – But still…
Still he hated these emotions, this loud yelling and screaming of joy and sometimes word battles with less good arguments and … Lack of good, plain, communication with intellect.
They were all too focused on their feelings, when arguing around with others.

All problems in the world were caused by human feelings.

He wouldn´t have this problem. He´d just stay the pale, lifeless figure he was.
Doing his own thing, with less stress for his fragile body.

Who knew what could happen to him? – No, to stay where he was had always been the best part of his entire life. No questioning, but solving. Every logic thing had it´s solution.
This wasn´t about settling quarrels.

This way, was way better.

...

-M-

"Hey Matt! Wake up you sleepy head!" Knocking on the door.
Entering without permission.
Mello positioned himself in front of his friends bed, his hands at his waist in fists, as if he was challenging him… No response. He rushed down to grab his shoulders. "Don´t … play … videogames … all … night!"
He shook Matt out of his land of dreams.
"Geez…" sighed the honey-blonde.
"No way to get your lazy couch potato ass out in the snow, ne?"
As quick as he had rushed in, he turned away…
Slightly turning his back in a then-sleep-until-afternoon-and-don't-recognize-me manner…
- POW! -

"DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU MATT!! To throw a pillow at me!"
He rushed around in anger.
Furiously he throw the pillow back at his friend. - Unfortunately it didn´t hit him at all.
"Hahaha.." Pretty alive Matt had already thrown his Arms in front of his face. Within seconds the trajectory of the pillow changed,- and flew against Mellos forehead.
The white fluffy thing was falling to the ground in front of him, he didn´t move, only his head seemed to follow the object; - But his hands seemed red somehow... in fact of the pressure against it´s fingernails from the inside. Raising his fists immediately they opened while rushing to the ground and Mello revealed his anger while holding it high and ran to Matts bed, where the gamer already had begun laughing.
While the boy with the icy blue eyes hit him hard with the pillow, he just couldn´t do anything but to continue his laughing. The louder it went, the more Mello seemed to hit him.
"You … ass ... think … u ... could ... beat … me … huh?" Matt went to rolling himself over the bed, holding his stomach during his laughing episodes, when his `friend´
didn´t hit his face with the soft pillow.
"Of cour-rr-rrrs-ss-e I – hhh –hhhh –hh do –h-uhuhuhuu"

Okay- Matt.. This is WAR!

Soon he turned to grab the wrists of the red haired, so that he was unable to avenge himself from new hits with the pillow. Mello finished the pillow-massacre with one powerful hit in Matts face, while he tickled his friend under his arms and stomach.
Soon the gamer ripped the loose pillow off his face and slammed it against Mello and it finally fell to the floor. Out of any other weapons Mello managed to turn around and finally sat on Matts stomach to grab his feet with a smirk. "Revenge is sweet!" He shouted with a bad laugh and the boy under him could barely move.

"Yeah,..Laugh yourself to death you traitor!" Mello shouted
When suddenly Matt managed to start a counter strike: He grabbed Mellos shoulders from the back and landed him with the back in front of him, grabbed and crossed his wrists in front of Mellos own stomach and finally turned him around.
"Matt you.." But Matt wouldn´t allow more curses in his direction: He started a tickle attack from the blondes neck under his arms and to his stomach..
"Admit your defeat Mello!"
"Never!"
"Okay..Then, what was it? Die of laughter?"
"You…"
"Yes, yes…I know already…"
Now Matt was laughing his ass off. He knew Mello would rather die of laughter, than to ever, ever admit, that he lost to him.
So he finally stopped, and fell beside his friend.
Mello stopped instead and made a sullen sound. His face looked so ridiculous, he just couldn´t help it.
"Hahaha…" – "Nani? What? What the hell is it again Matt?!" – "Your face! Huhuh… Looks hilarious.. When you look..Haha.. So angry Hahahah"
It took them seven minutes to calm down and to get them ready for the snow.

- + -

Lucky they were, to live in a sheltered house, so that the doors were opened to the yard at six o clock in the early morning. It was dark outside, but the first sight of the day seemed to appear in the east.
Many children were seen during the summer as in the last warm days in fall.
But today, no one was to be seen so early in the morning.

The dark blonde hair of Mello tousled in the wind. With an inner smile he observed every inch covered of white snow before his eyes. He seemed to forget being sulky at last, when he only stared at this pale white cold…

He turned around and saw Matt, holding his breath. "Hey.. Mel…Don´t run so fast."
"You really should train yourself more. You r perseverance is really nothing compared to a snake!" A pair of blue eyes watching him mixed with some pity and derision.
"Stop making fun of my diseases!" Matt said with a impish grin.
"Sure" his friend replied with a smirk "At the age of fourteen you´d better be prepared for the last years of your life as much as possible." – "Oh dear!"

But Mello didn´t care, he started running around in the afreshed snow. Happy to be the first one whose shoes left deep marks in the snow. For a moment he stopped and turned around, making sure his friend wouldn´t fall in the snow in case of less breathing.
But he seemed to be okay. He stood there and was watching the snow like he did before.
Lets wake him from his slumber.
Mello thought with a devilish flame in his eyes…
When he finally hit his best friend with the snowball:
"THIS is for the pillow fight in the morning!" He shouted.
Now he really should get his feet runnin…

-N-

Frizzy hair showed up at one window of the common room…
With a sense of delusion his own mind told him not to go outside, not to be jealous of these two guys. He knew them. Both filled up with life, always smiling, always chatting. When Mello had a talk with Roger again, and he felt treated bad again.. It was always Matt who cheered him up afterwards.
He strived for better marks than him. But most of the time this boy with the dark blonde hair made mistakes in his essays, using the wrong terms.
Of course he was brilliant. But instead of just writing the plain facts down, he always placed not only his own thoughts, but his own feelings in it.

He sighed. They were throwing snowballs at each other. Mello in his black winter-jacket and Matt in his red one. The scarf with stripes in black and red…
He saw the game-boy fanatic placing a snowball directly in Mellos face.
The picture of rising anger on the face of the blue eyed one could really scare the hell out of somebody. – But not out of Matt, so it seemed. He knew him… He saw Matt taking two, three steps back on the winterly ground, when the final attack of Mello reached him with full force: With the left hand he put some snow in the back of the jacket, when his friend wanted to flee away from him. But soon the fiery tempered one drove the gamer around and soaped his face with a bunch of snow.
Where ever they were, it was as if his own mind drove him to always watch these two.

He felt as if his throat wasn´t able to serve him with air properly…

-M-

He liked Matt. In the opposite of most people, he had some guts.
And he really seemed to be the only one, who understood him best.

Now it was Matts turn to run away from the chocoholic, he knew Mello wouldn´t stop soaping his face ´till the very next day, if he didn´t admit his defeat.
Spurred from this morning, when he had won, he wouldn´t give up so soon.
He ran with all he´d got. There was a little man-made forest next to the yard, he wouldn´t have to run this direction unless there was a different way to escape his friend.
Breathing sharp the icy air, he risked a look: Mello was close up to him. In ten steps or more, he´d be able to keep up to him. He was looking in front of him again, when he finally realized the end of the Wammys House premises. In front of him was a tree, and the wall with the security fence…

... Too many things happened the next seconds; - Mello tapped him at the shoulder and in the rush of the move, Matt was thrown against the tree. Mello wanted to turn him around and had already a bunch of snow clutched in his right hand, when he accidently ran into him, - and `kissed´ him on his mouth…Okay.. He felt some tooth and flesh mixed with a bit blood, but within nano-seconds they opened their mouth in affect, not to break their tooth or something.
They freezed for some moments…