At seven
"Poor boy, It must be awful for him to get sent to yet another orphanage…"
"Poor boy! Oh poor boy! Damn IT!" The little blonde boy hissed. Where he learned that language no one knew, but he used swears as frequently as possible. He was pissed off, and for a seven year old that's quite a feet. Most only make it to the "tantrum" level. But then Mello had anger management problems.
"That's my bed, fucker!" He shouted angrily, shoving the redhead off the bed and onto the floor. But Matt just kept playing his video game, as content on the floor as he had been on the bed.
Mello resented the redhead. He had had a room to himself for almost a year, and now all of the sudden, because of that "poor boy" he had to share. Mello didn't share. He just didn't, and Matt's lack of response to his swearing and pushing was beginning to send him over the edge.
"What's your fucking name anyway, pansy boy?" he asked, sprawling out on the bed.
"Ma-Matt…" he answered nonchalantly, completely focused on the flashing lights of his videogame. He still wasn't quite use to his new name.
Mello did the only thing he could think of to get a reaction- he grabbed the Game Boy out of his roommate's hands.
Matt froze, a frown appearing on his unresponsive little face. He put the orange goggles that had been around his neck slowly onto his eyes, standing and facing the smirking boy.
"Give…" he took a step "It…" and another "Back." He stopped an inch from Mello's face. "Now."
If anyone who knew Mello had been in the room, they would have been amazed, because Mello did give it back, before sitting next to Matt on the bed.
"You're okay."