Before the story begins, I must say...
HELLO! This is my first Fanfiction story and had an idea of joining just a few days ago... honestly, this is soooooo cool! :D I'ma LOVING IT! Please, be truly honest on your opinion of my story. I REALLY hope you enjoy it. XD
Mello really is my fave character on Death Note, besides Matt, Near, L... ect. Hahaha!
My inspiration for this piece of writing was LightofaThousandSuns. This person REALLY can write! The detail just blew my mind!
Annnyway, ENJOY!
I do not own Death Note or any Death Note characters. I only own this story and the fictional characters form from mah mind. ;P (E.g: Lilith)
Urhm... nothing too bad in this chapter.. Mello says "ass", but that's about it, really.
All that was visible in Mihael's bedroom was a tiny flicker of light, where the door was left ajar. Mello sat by his oak desk, watching the moon in the dark. The fourteen year old was thinking of "What if". What if L does choose me? What if I finally come first, ahead Near for once in my life? He gave a tired sigh, closing his ice-blue eyes. There's no way that would ever happen. Mello took a quick glance at the old, traditional clock on his wall. Both hands had just struck twelve. The blond headed boy stumbled into the top bunk of his bed, feeling just about ready to fall asleep.
His room mate, Mail (Or Matt) Jeevas, was sleeping on the bottom bunk. Not to mention was snoring louder than a chainsaw. Every so often, Matt would nuzzle the side of his face into the pillow, getting more and more snug. Whereas Mello lay still on his side. His thoughts still haunted him. Near's stupid smug face was permanently etched into his mind. No matter what either of them did, Near put in no effort even when our blond hero put all his strength and work and dedication, Near got the best result, or most praise. That was another thing. Praise. Near got the most hand clapping, the most warm smiling and the most encouraging reactions possible. What did Mello get? Nada. Nothing. Zilch.
It was unfair. Mello knew from a young age that life isn't fair. That's why he never complained. Or tried his best not to...
"N-nah, Mello. T-th-that SUCKS! G-get the pink hat! P-PINK RULES!" Matt blabbed in his sleep. Mello found it hard not to burst out laughing, holding it in. He wished he had a recording so he could use that for revenge... if necessary of course. Matt never really failed to entertain Mello. That was one of the many reasons they were both best friends.
Having Matt's outburst finished, Mello was less infuriated and managed to get some sleep.
The next Morning: 10:45am
Mello woke up instantly, feeling extremely grungy. After lazily flopping out of bed, he took a good look in the mirror. his blond locks were tangled and messy from tossing and turning subconsciously in his sleep. Seeing this, he immediately went to gussy up, grabbing a comb on his desk, quickly dragging it through his golden hair. Halfway through, Matt walked in holding a Nintendo DS in his hands. He laughed heartily. Loud. What was so amusing?
"Morning, princess!" The gamer ruffled his best friends hair, messing it up again but slightly less. Mello gave an annoyed grunt, blushing slightly.
"Matt! Stop it!" The ice blue eyed boy cried out, fixing himself in the mirror once more.
"Roger said breakfast is on the table." Matt didn't bother looking up, he was too absorbed in his game. "You better get dressed, I'm pretty sure he said the last one there has to help with the dishes after." Mello gave a worried glance at his red headed roommate. He did that last time. Being the lazy teenager that Mello is, he didn't really want to go through washing all of the orphanage's plates... ALL. It was a big orphanage. Get the picture?
Shoving Matt out the door, slamming and getting dressed as swiftly as possible he managed to do all that in two minutes.
Racing as fast as he could down the long hallway and into the dining hall, Mello skidded and jolted to a halt. He knew that they stop serving at eleven, so he should be safe. He should. Shouldn't he? Panting into the enormous grand room, Mello tried to remain his cool, but he just simply couldn't even out his panicking breath.
The whole area hadn't been silenced, but merely quietened by the hungry teen. But then why did so many people turn and stare? It's not like Mello didn't do that once in a blue moon. He did that practically everyday! Matt and Near were sitting in the corner, a space in between them for their rival/ally to sit.
Mello tired his very best to enter the room in a dignified manner, reaching over the canteen counters getting out exactly:
One cartoon of chocolate milk,
A small box for Choc O's cereal
A golden breakfast muffin filled with chocolate chips.
Mello could not help but lick his lips at the "delicacy" he had picked out before himself. Sitting in the spot his companions had picked for him, Mello dug right in, no manners required or added in his case.
Near couldn't help but feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, watching his rival chow down so fiercely. He started to twirl his snow white locks. Matt just chuckled at his entertaining munching. "You and your chocolate, Mello." Matt pressed a few buttons for a while on his DS. Mello only gave a scoff and swallowed his food.
A mischievous grin danced across the high tempered blond's face as he grabbed Matt, pulling him into a headlock and ruffled his hair. "NOOGIE!" He shouted down the gamers ear, making Matt shriek slightly. The redhead squirmed away, quickly replacing the goggles from his pale neck to his emerald eyes.
Near scooted further away from the hysterical duo just a tiny distance. For quite a while, Mello and Matt had a conversation, just chatting about anything. Preferably gaming or chocolate knowing those two...
After the fifteen minutes, Near was still silent, playing with his favorite robot toy. Mello and Matt were still blabbing on. It was only until Mello realized what time it was. He informed Matt and dragged Near, saying that it was 11:05am. The three went on to their rooms, when an unfamiliar young girl brushed past hurriedly then stopping at the doorway to the dinner hall.
She turned to Mello. She was extremely pale. Almost white. Her eyes were an icy green almost the color of mint. Her hair was long, sleek and jet-black. You could tell instantly that it was natural. "Excuse me," She addressed Mello. "I'm new here and I kind of slept in. Am I late for breakfast?" She sounded polite.
"Urhh, I-I-" Mello stuttered. He could already tell she was different from the others. "Well..."
"Yes." Near interrupted. "But don't worry, if we talk to Roger I'm sure he will let you have some more."
"Oh." The young beauty stated. "Well, thank you!" Just as she went to get follow Near.
Mello hesitated. "Wait!" He bursts out saying. The girl turned in surprise and Near stopped, crouching slightly, playing with his hair once more. "I-I have a chocolate stash back at my room. It'll be easier, since Roger's such a tight ass." He muttered. The black haired girl blinked at him. What a strange young man... She thought to herself. Well, he is trying to be polite. What the hell. Chocolate for breakfast won't hurt just for one day.
"OK. I'm Lilith Graves." The girl took out her hand to shake Mello's.
"I'm Mello." He replied, smiling. Her hand was cold and fairly dainty. "This is Matt," The blond pointed to him, who was generally engrossed in his game and not even bothering to look up.
"I'm Near." Near said, still playing with his white strands of hair. "It looks as if we have another 'L' among us." He smirked. At first, Lilith seemed confused. But then, she remembered. Her new roommate told her that this is where the world's Greatest Detective, L lived. Lilith was transfered from another orphanage, but for some reason wasn't told why.
"So how about that chocolate?" Mello chuckled. Lilith giggled slightly in response and walked to his room. Matt quickly followed, whereas Near just hobbled back to his room.
Mello's Room 11:20am
"Ooh, wow!" Lilith couldn't help but comment on the dark chocolate bar's taste. It was the best chocolate she had ever tasted! It's sweet sensation tingled in her mouth, leaving a rich and creamy texture dancing on her taste buds. There was a subtle hint of coffee in it, too. "Honestly, Mello. Where did you get this?" Lilith munched more and more.
"That information is classified." Mello smirked. Lilith chomped on her chocolate bar a little more, before laughing after Matt said, "Yeah. Classified, also known as Roger's room." Mello just glared at him gaming roommate, but Lilith was just enjoying her sweets so much that she couldn't even talk properly.
Around about ten chocolate bars later, Lilith managed to convince herself to stop. She had tasted some amazing chocolate in her lifetime, but THIS. BY FAR. WAS THE BEST. EVER. CHOCOLATE. Lilith knew she was full by the fifth chocolate bar. She just lay, sprawled across the floor.
"You alright there, Lilith?" Matt asked, looking away from his DS to see the amusing sight. The new girl just smiled in content, nodding. She was on the brink of a sugar rush. Matt quietly slipped away from his bottom bunk to Mello's top one, where Mello was just listening to Panic! At the Disco blaring out of his earphones. He sat down next to his best friend, taking one earphone out and whispering into his free ear, "I think you broke the new kid." Mello couldn't help but laugh at his remark.
"She'll be fine." Mello reassured Matt. It wasn't long before Lilith was fast asleep, snoring gently. Nowhere near as loud as Matt. The gamer heard her, pointing and showing Mello. Mello's eyes widened, trying hard not to laugh. He just looked and grinned at his best friend. "Yeah, she'll be fine.
So what do ya think of Lilith? Who's your fave character at the moment? ; )
Don't worry, Near fans. He's gonna has more appearances, you'll see! I really really hope you liked it.
Your reviews would be the best thing EVER to me right now! REMEMBER. BE. HONEST.
God, I really crave some of Roger's chocolate, now! Onmonomnomnom. XD
Anyway, stay tuned and wait for the next chapter!
All I iz gonna say iz...
Matt and Mello get into some trouble... ;D
Caoi for now! ;3
Darkness
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