I want to stand with you on a mountain
"Matt, did you know the first man to reach the top of Mount Everest was English?" Matt kept his eyes glued to his Nintendo, barely listening to the tall blonde boy yammering next to him.
Summer in the Wammy's House Orphanage was a rather dull and uninteresting season; it was too hot to go out and too boring to stay inside. The only highlight was when L would take time out from his busy schedule to come down and take the kids out to the beach. Alas, Matt had been sick that day, and had to compensate for his loss with a Mario marathon coupled with a few rounds of CoD. The rest of the days had to be endured by wandering aimlessly around the orphanage and hoping that Rodger would finally come to his senses and have a pool installed in the courtyard (Though Matt knew that was never to be, the lousy miser.)
"Actually, Sir Edmund Hillary was native to New Zealand, not England. The first attempts were made by the British to conquer Everest, but it ended in horrible disaster." Near's monotonous tone drifted over to Matt, the 4 year-old boy busy trying to conquer his own mountain of poker cards.
Matt had always wondered where Near found the patience for sculpture building; surely it was more fun to blow up towers rather than to painstakingly build them up piece by piece? That was what the red-head thought anyways.
"Well that's stupid!" Mello's shrill voice rang out, causing Matt to accidentally send Mario to his doom. "Mello! You made me run right into Bowser!" he huffed, blowing his red bangs out of his eyes.
"I bet I could climb Mount Everest," Mello went on, heedless of his friend's angry complaints. "It shouldn't be that hard, I could climb any mountain there is!"
"There aren't any mountains in Winchester, Mello. Although," Near set his cards down pensively, and Matt swore he saw a sneaky glint in the pale boy's eyes. "you could always make a mountain…"
"That's ridic-" Matt got cut off as he felt himself being dragged away. "Mello, let me go! I don't want to make a mountain!" He cried, twisting around like a worm on a hook.
"But I do, and I need your help." Mello replied, dragging his friend mercilessly towards the scorching hot field where the kids usually played in the Spring. "Stop complaining! If you do this for me, I'll…." Mello searched for a good enough reward to make Matt comply. "I'll help steal back the Nintendo DS that Rodger confiscated from you last week."
Matt's eyes lit up. "My limited edition Final Fantasy (lll) Nintendo DS?" His eyes wandered over to the shed, where Mello was already pulling out shovels to dig with. He could swear he saw heat rising from the wooden storage shed. He thought about it.
"Thirty minutes, okay?"
2 hours later
Matt threw his shovel on the ground and plonked himself on the hot grassy field. "Why am I the one doing most of the work?" He called out to Mello, who sat by under an umbrella.
"Because I forgot that chocolate melts in the sun." Mello called back, cradling a chocolate bar under the umbrella to keep it from melting even faster. "I can only eat chocolate so fast, you know."
Matt rolled his eyes at the lazy ass, and looked back at their handiwork. "It's barely Near's height!" he moaned, flopping on his back. The sun seared his face, as beads of sweat clung to his forehead and dark lashes.
Near was probably instead having a good time with his cards as Matt worked like an elf for Mello. Matt closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the seductive calls of ice cream back at the orphanage. Think of the Nintendo, your Nintendo, THE NINTENDO.
A shadow loomed over Matt, shielding his eyes from the sun's rays. Matt looked up to see Mello and his umbrella watching him from above, a bemused face on Mello. "It's not that bad, Matt. Get up."
Matt got to his feet and followed his blonde compatriot as he started to climb the little hill that they had created. Step by step, they pulled each other up until they reached the "summit". The two little boys stood in amazement at what they had managed to create.
"Technically, I did most of the work." Matt said, sitting down on their mountain. Mello followed suit, holding the umbrella between them.
"You wouldn't have been able to finish it without my significant contributions." Mello argued, breaking off another piece of already dripping chocolate and stuffing it into his mouth. "Besides," he continued, "it was my idea to make the mountain."
"So what do we call this mountain?" Matt sighed; the fatigue had finally caught up with him. "Mount Mello?"
Mello pondered upon the name, chewing listlessly on his bar of Hershey. "Mount M," he finally said, glancing at Matt.
"M? As in Mello and Matt?"
Mello nodded. "You did shovel most of the dirt," he added sheepishly. "But I'm still king of this mountain, got it?"
Matt chuckled at the sudden outburst from him. "Sure Mello," he said, resting his head on the boy's shoulder.
"Now we should probably leave before Roger discovers Mount M too."