October always felt different from every other month. Halloween wasn't even what made it feel this way. There were various things that helped make it feel like October. It was that time of year when summer had just ended, fall was in mid-swing, and winter was fast approaching. The air was neither hot nor cold. Instead it was cool, pleasant. The leaves were going through metamorphosis. The deep reds, gold's, and dark browns swirling in the sky before descending to the earth, all the colors seemingly becoming richer. October just felt so wonderfully different; maybe that was why it was his favorite.
A puff of air escaped Mello's mouth. He was sprawled out lazily in the tall grass under the shade of a tree. Both of Mello's hands cradled his head as he lay on his back. The sun was just beginning to set. An orange haze had taken over the sky. The only interruption of this sweeping orange was an occasional passing cloud. It was nice. Suddenly a falling leaf landed squarely on Mello's nose.
"Hmmm…" Mello's eyes crossed as he attempted to look at the leaf that halted his train of thought. Mello slowly removed one of his hands from behind his head to get the offending leaf off his nose. He gently pinched the leaf between his thumb and index finger before lifting it off his face. Mello then sat up in his spot on the tall grass to study the fallen leaf. The color of the leaf was an interesting mix of that deep red and bright gold. A small smile crept onto Mello's face. October really was one of his favorite months.
Mello dropped the leaf from his hold. The lone leaf twirled in the air for a moment before becoming lost in the tall grass. Mello braced his hands on the ground and then pushed himself up. Once the blond was standing steadily, he began to brush dirt and bits of dry grass that had stuck onto his clothes. Lying on the ground seemed to affect his cotton shirt more, seeing as almost everything appeared to have clung to it. It took a minute or two to get everything off. When Mello was finished with this task, he walked off, forever leaving the shade of the tree.
Mello's pace was slow. It was as if he was not yet ready to leave this peaceful atmosphere. Maybe he wasn't. A looming brick building stood in the distance. The walls of the building were a dismal gray due to the choice of brick; and a dark wooden door marked the entranceway. If one craned their neck they could see the only outward color of the building, the stained glass windows. The detailed colored glass always seemed more appropriate for a Cathedral rather than an orphanage.
Mello pushed open the heavy wooden doorway with a bit of effort and walked inside. None of the other children seemed to pay him mind as Mello made his way down the hallway. The lights that lit this hallway were reminiscent of the setting sun outside. They held that familiar orange glow.
Mello wasn't exactly sure of how old the lights actually were, but he was certain the effect they gave wasn't much better than candlelight. This candle-like light only occurred in the hallways, some of the older classrooms, and the library. A lot of the other places in Whammy's were lit up with more modern lights.
Mello finally reached his destination as he stopped in front of a single door. He lifted his hand up to knock and then lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood of the door. There was no immediate reply. The blond waited for only a little bit of time before his patience wore thin. He quickly gripped the door-handle and turned. The door clicked and then Mello proceeded to swing the door all the way open. When that was done, he peered inside.
The only source of light coming from the room seemed to be the fuzzy glow of a television screen. The little light given by the screen revealed a floor littered with various pieces of trash and misplaced toys. The other parts of the room where the light couldn't reach remained in shadow.
A face came into the light of the television. The visions flickering on the television screen casted strange pictures onto the face. Eyes hidden by orange lenses stayed focused as fast fingers clicked away at a slightly beat-up N64 controller; and a tiny pink tongue poked out at the corner of a mouth.
"Matt…" the face lit up by the television turned to Mello, "I want to carve a pumpkin,"
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This is sort of the set-up for the Halloween fic. I hope you liked this chapter, and will stay to read the rest as they come. Because really… don't you want to know the ghost story? ;)