Disclaimer cause I guess I should do one. Sigh. I do not own death note, if I did there would be a whole 50 book long series on the Wammy days. And I wouldn't have to write fanfics It'd all just be part of the series…

Monday. I've never much cared for Mondays. Monday means another tormenting set of 24 hours in which half of it is used to teach me things I already know, another day of competing with the albino freak, another day of life. The beginning of each day begins with awakening and readying ones self for the activities to come; I had already done this and was now on my way to the Wammy house cafeteria. Pushing open the plain wooden door I glanced around searching for an empty table I could seat myself at and eat in peace. As I did so a flash of red caught my eye. Red? No one here has red hair, must be one of those crazy girls, their always dying their hair funny colors.

I quickly grabbed some breakfast which consisted of some fresh fruit, cereal, and waffles. I passed on the cereal but the waffles were chocolate chip so I couldn't refuse, the fruit I threw on the floor. As I neared the table I had staked out a few minutes before, a soft humming could be heard above the clamoring and chattering. It was only when I sat down that it hit me full blast. It was quiet yes, but it was there, the unmistakable sound of a game being played. Of course not playing and games myself I couldn't place the tune, but I'd heard enough of them played by some of the other kids, that I could tell what it was. I slowly turned my head to the left, where the music was coming from, to come face to face with a mob of red hair. The boy to whom it belonged to was slouched over, his face hidden behind his bright bangs. He wore a simple outfit, a long sleeved black and white striped shirt with a baggy pair of jeans covering his legs. In his lap, clutched between his gloved hands, was the source of the racket.

"Do you have to do that here and wait, why are you even sitting here?!" I snapped, sending my best glare at the smaller boy. He didn't even bother to look up from the game as he replied.

"You're Mello right? Mr. Roger told me to find you and introduce myself. I'm going to be your roommate from today onward." The monotone voice he was using was getting on my nerves.

"I see" I thought for a moment. "Well, are you going to introduce yourself or not?" I made my voice as cold sounding as I could, but again the red head was unfazed.

"The names Matt" He finally looked up and I quickly examined his face. His eyes were green but not one certain hue, dark in spots and light in others. His lips had formed a goofy looking smile. He held out his hand for me to shake, but I picked up my tray and brushed it aside.

History class was more amusing then I thought it would be. The new kid, Matt, was the source of the amusement of course, him at that game boy of his. He wouldn't put it down even when the teacher threatened him. The funny thing was the teacher was getting super flustered over the whole thing. Her face had gone as red as a tomato and her curly hair was a mass of frizz from the static she herself was creating. I don't think I've ever enjoyed history class so much. In the end Matt got led off to Roger's office and we got the rest of the hour off.

During science Matt made even more of a ruckus. He entered the class looking a little put out probably due to Rogers lecture on habits and hobbies; I've gotten it more then a few times due to my chocolate cravings. He sat down and instead of pulling out his game he started doodling on the desk. I think he had his game boy taken away or something but, anyway due to his activities he was paying no attention what so ever to the directions Mr. Watson was giving out for the lab. So when mixing time came Matt just dumped everything in the glass jar over the fire. At first the concoction only turned a putrid shade of green. But, after giving it a minute or so to warm up the whole thing exploded. A few kids screamed and the whole class was evacuated from the class room. Matt just shrugged and followed in the mass of panicking kids, his expression indifferent. Boy did he get lectured afterwards! I couldn't stop laughing about the whole thing. No newbie has ever screwed up twice in the same day. Especially since this is a home of "geniuses" I wonder about that sometimes though.

Math was boring as always, Matt was supposed to be in this class as well but he was to busy being in Rogers office to stop by. We went over some basic algebra equations and a few proofs, nothing too hard; actually it was quite easy, at least for me it was.

After math is lunch and, just like breakfast, it begins with me searching for an empty table in the back. I can normally get the same table every day. You see people know me; I'm the fair haired cold hearted girly boy of the school. People tend to stay away from me, which is exactly what I want them to do. I don't want any friends because I don't want to deal with the problems that come with them. Betrayal, abandonment, sadness all that bull, I don't want a single part of it. I'm very happy all on my own, me and my chocolate, that's all I need. So when I found the red blob sitting at my table you can imagine the look on my face. Well if you can't let's just say I wasn't too pleased with the idea of sharing my table with the gamer.

"Excuse me" I demanded from the younger boy, my lunch tray grasped between my pale hands.

"Oh hi" He had his game boy back now and was sucked into a game.

"Sorry but I don't know if you noticed"

"Noticed what" He interrupted me, He totally interrupted me, No one interrupts Mello!

"You're sitting at my table, in my seat."

"Oh, sorry." He got up and moved a seat over, it was better, if you call sticking your head further into the lion's mouth better.

I sighed, this guy was dense and I was beginning to doubt my powers of control. Sitting down I "accidentally" kicked him pretty hard in the shin. The weird thing was he didn't complain, no ow, no hey what'd ya do that for, nothing except for a very, very slight flinch. Thinking that I'd maybe hit a nerve I decided to leave it at that. It would take a while but I'd break this kid in.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Classes went on, and I guess Matt had had enough of lectures because he didn't disrupt anymore of the classes. It was a bit of a disappointment, I was sort of looking forward to whatever he would pull next. But one can only hope for so much I guess.

That evening was spent in the lounge. Though it more of a playroom than anything. They've got a couple TV's all set up with games and karaoke, only one of them is actually used for watching TV and movies. There are two large couches one against the side wall and one in the center of the room. A large rug is laid over the carpet under the center couch. It was put there because of a large red pop spill, since then food of any sort has been banned from the playroom. In a corner of the room is a large table with board games and puzzles. That, of course, is where you can always find Near, the albino freak and his white pajamas.

Near is an odd one. He came to the orphanage after I did. I was actually put in charge of "taking care" of him for a couple weeks after he arrived. It started out great, we would talk and hang out, I'd show him around the school, and we helped each other with homework. To tell you the truth he was something close to a friend. That was until he placed first. As you might know, I'm a little competitive and I don't take second place kindly, especially when someone I trusted had taken away my top spot right from under my nose. No I didn't take kindly to this at all. To make a long story short, Near got beaten black and blue and I was put into a sort of mix between house arrest and suspension. I couldn't leave the grounds on weekends like some of the other kids could, my chocolate supply was cut and I missed school which meant I had to make up work later. Beating up Near was worth it though. It's also the reason I don't make friends anymore. After that people became scared of me, they'd avoid me. I used to have a whole gang of people who would hang out with me, and slowly the numbers diminished. Not that I care, I don't need them.

But, anyway, back to the playroom. I was sitting there in the only armchair in the room when good old Roger came in.

"Mello!"

All the kids stopped their play and started at me and then at Roger.

"What?" My voice was smooth and calm as I raised an eyebrow at him questionably.

"I need you to come to my office."

"Did I do something wrong"

"No,"

"Then why do I" He cut me off.

"Now Mello"

"A 'right A' right"

Arriving in Roger's office the first thing I noticed was the blob of red sitting in one of the office chairs that over looked Roger's desk.

"Now Mello, I know you don't want to but, I need you to show Matt around the school. He only knows where his classes and the cafeteria are, and that was because other kids were kind enough to show him the way." I rolled my eyes in response; Roger didn't take to that to kindly.

"Mello this is your responsibility and I need you to take it seriously" He stated sternly.

I sighed, why oh why was it always me. I think Roger is holding a grudge, just because I spray-painted his office pink, have stolen chocolate from the kitchen and a couple other harmless pranks doesn't mean he gets to pick on me.

"Mello, please, just this once do something helpful!"

"No" I huffed, I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one, but that didn't mean I would just submit.

"Mello, L will be here in a week's time, do you really think he want to hear about you being in detention and suspended again.

WHAT!?!?! You can't suspend me for NOT doing something, that's just…just cruel and unusual punishment…and wait L IS COMING IN A WEEK!!!! Why weren't we informed of this…Maybe he's just messing with me, trying to make sure I do what he wants. But, what if he's not! Ah damn Mello; you're stuck between a rock in a hard place with no room to squeeze out.

"Fine" I grumbled unhappily.

"I'll show Matt around, but no more than that."

"Mello, I hope you haven't forgotten."

"What?"
"He's also going to be your room mate so you two better get along, I don't want to hear of or see any fights."

"WHAT"

"I told you during breakfast" Matt put in; I had nearly forgotten that the red haired boy was in the room with us.

"Why is he MY roommate!? Why can't he room with I don't know, Near or someone!?"

"Mello, I think it's high time you got a roommate, plus all the other boys already have one and as for Near, well, he's a special case."

"Because he's number one!? What the hell Roger, you can't have special privileges if you're smart. That….That's just not fair"

"That's not what I meant Mello, Near just isn't very good at socializing"

I sighed, defeated; I knew I was being childish. Plus there was no winning an argument with Roger. For an old man Roger was pretty good at holding his own in a fight, especially if it was a verbal one, I've never seen him in a physical fight of course, but, with how stubborn he is I might just place my money on him.

After that he shoved me and Matt out of his office and asked me to show matt to the lounge and then to our room.

Entering the lounge I could feel his gaze lock onto the game machines laid out on the shelves. We have pretty much every system there is. A play station, a play station two, game cube, Nintendo 64, Xbox, the list goes on and on.

"This is the lounge, better known as the playroom, evenings, free time and weekends are when you can play here." After that I told him who some of the kids were, though I didn't directly introduce them. He simply nodded and continued to stare at the games on the shelves. Not wanting to stick around much longer I pulled him out of the room and dragged him up to my dorm room.

They'd brought up a second bed and placed it against the wall across from mine, all his luggage had also been brought up and was resting against the pillows. The room is on the larger side, if you compare it to a lot of the other rooms. It's made up of two rooms, the bedroom and a bathroom. The bedroom is a large rectangle; a bed was pressed into each of the two back corners of the room. Opposite them are two desks, there used to be only one but since Matt moved in they gave him one as well. A laptop is another Item that comes with the room, there is internet access at Wammys but the laptops are supposed to be homework only computers according to Roger. Not that anyone listens to Roger. At the end of each bed is a small wardrobe for our clothes. Other than that the room is pretty bare. I didn't bother to decorate it like some of the other kids do. I couldn't find a reason to.

"This is the room" I said, my voice monotone, as I flopped down on to my designated bed. Pulling a book out from under the bed; which is where I keep all of them, I started to read. Of course the red head across from me sat and pulled out his game boy, it was a predictable action, seeing as that's all he seemed to do, play video games. With the games volume all the way up it wasn't long before I snapped at him. Not only that I hadn't had a proper dose of chocolate that day meaning my new rommie was defiantly in a danger zone. I quickly got up and made my way to the door. Dinner would be soon anyway so heading downstairs now wasn't a horrible idea. The problem was that the red haired nuisance was following me, game boy music blasting all the way. I nearly turned around and punched him in the face. Luckily for him I was able to control my emotions.

"Could you please stop following me" I growled at him through my teeth, I was seriously not in the mood.

"Sorry, just heading down to dinner same as you. I'd walk in front but I thought you'd like that even less." He had surprised me, thinking like that, and the thing was; he was probably right. Him walking in front of me most defiantly would have pissed me off even more. Taking this in to consideration I managed to calm down a little.

In the dinning room he sat at my table again. It didn't bug me as much though due to the fact that he gave me his chocolate pudding, I'm not sure how he knew, since I hadn't eaten any chocolate during the day, but somehow he had figured out that I had a soft spot for it. He hadn't even asked if I wanted it, just shoved it towards my plate and continued playing his game. As he did I couldn't help but observe him a little. He didn't eat much of his food, he actually grimaced at it. I suppose it had to do with the reason he was at this school. All of the Wammy kids have circumstances, me I was abandoned as toddler. Wammy found me on the cold snowy streets of a small town in Russia during a business trip. He was originally going to put me in a local orphanage but when he found out my potential he brought me back to England where the Wammy orphanage is located. The reason for my potential was the fact that I had taught myself fluent English, Russian, and a few other languages all by the age of 4. With my only source being the old newspapers that people threw away. I hadn't known that until the age of 7 when some one told me. Personally I think I only did it for survival, it was so I could try and communicate with the people who passed by. I was looking for my family you see, they'd left town though or something because I never found them.

The thing about the Wammy kids is none of us knows any background about the others. I mean some of us do but that's because they were chatter boxes, or kids looking for attention. The other thing is we all have new names. Like mine, Mello is not my birth name. Roger says it's for our own safety, I think it's just a reason for them to give us stupid names. There's one girl named Clip. I mean, come on, couldn't they give out normal names like Susan or Kim or even Robin. Though personally I like my name, it fits me.

Anyway, after dinner I went on a chocolate hunt. You see Roger normally gives me a chocolate ration every Sunday, the beginning of the week. But for some reason it slipped his mind, and I'd forgotten to remind him when he called me to his office because of Matt. Speaking of the redhead he was still following me. Luckily for him he'd won my favor with the chocolate pudding move. Plus he had turned the volume down; it was still there but at a much more tolerable level now. Though I made him turn it down all the way when we got to the kitchens. They keep the kitchen doors locked so kids like myself can't sneak in and get food whenever we want. The thing is the lock is kind of outdated; it's one of those old key locks. It's even got a nice layer of rust as an antique accent. Not that I mind, the lock is easy to pick, so I'm not complaining. It only takes a couple of seconds with my practiced hand and a bobby pin, to get the door free. Once it's unlocked we head inside. I close the door and place Matt in front of it, if his going to come along he's at least got to be helpful. There aren't any chairs in the kitchen and the chocolate bars are kept in one of the top cupboards. So I've got to scramble onto the counter top to get to them. It's actually a lot harder than it might seem but, no worries. Within 5 minuets were heading back to the room. Me with 10 chocolate bars hidden on my person and Matt still with his game boy clutched between his gloved hands.