A/N: This is my first time publishing a fan fic, and also my lovely friend Steve's first time publishing a fic, too! It's a co-authored fic which was written in the style of a roleplay, so it might seem a little weird when it suddenly switches characters, but hopefully it won't be that weird...

This is a slight AU that deviates from the original plot (actually it's like a completely new story that's just set in the Wammy House and has the same characters, but some have different personalities, which is more clear later in the story).

We tried to stick to the original characters as much as possible, but there may be some OOC, and we sort of write the characters' personalities the way we interpret them, so they might be a bit over-the-top XP

Since this is our first fic, please review and tell us what you think of the story and give constructive criticism! Enjoy the story~

Matt, Mello, and Near © Ohba and Obata

"Oi! Watch it Matt!"

The redhead looked up from his blaring DS, his eyes obscured by bright orangey-yellow goggles the color of the sun. He sighed, smiling. "Sorry 'bout that, Mello." He apologized.

Mello sighed, raking a hand through his blonde hair. The old rusted springs of the bed creaked painfully as Mello stood up. Walking over to Matt, he picked up the Hershey's bar that was once in danger of being stepped on, frowning. "God, Matt. You could've stepped on it! Honestly, watch where you're going," he muttered, moving to sit back down on the bed. The young teenager focused his gaze onto the bar.

Matt sat down as well, though he wasn't particularly interested in anything other than the two gleaming words that had formed on the screens.

Game Over.

Matt frowned. "Great," he murmured. "I'd almost beaten it, too." As Matt flipped the game system closed, Mello looked at Matt, eyebrows raised.

"What? I bought that thing for you, like, three days ago!" he protested. Matt returned the confused gaze. "Wait, is that why you were in the bathroom for forever?" Mello asked.

Matt shrugged. "Yeah, what about it?" he asked, leaning back in the small white bed.

"What do you mean, 'what about it?' I bought you a game, and you spend all your time playing in it in the bathroom! Damnit Matt, if you're going to play it that much, then don't do it where other people are trying to piss!" he yelled.

Matt sighed. "Yeah, ok. I'm going to grab a sucker."

Mello's scowl deepened. "Fine. Do whatever the hell you want to," he muttered, absent-mindedly opening the milk chocolate bar. Anger surging through him, he fisted the shiny aluminum foil into a ball as he listened to Matt open up a Tootsie Pop. Mello chuckled quietly, looking at Matt.

"So, it's Tootsie Pops again, is it? Did you already burn through your Dumdums or something?"

Matt shrugged dismissively. "Yeah. I go through lollipops like you go through chocolate." And, as though to prove Matt right, Mello bit of a corner of his chocolate, crunching it in his teeth.

Mello didn't reply; he seemed very interested in the dusty red walls of the room at that moment in time. Matt stuck the dark lollipop in his mouth, twirling it around in lazy circles in his mouth. The blonde heard soft pops as Matt cracked his fingers. An idea popped into Mello's head, and stood up once more; this time, a blue and white striped pillow in hand. Leaving the chocolate discarded on the bed, Mello walked up to Matt. All the while, Mello shook the pillow a couple times to get some excess fabric from the casing, and twirled the polyester fabric around until he had a good handle. And then, accompanied by a loud 'thump' and a grin, Mello brought the pillow down upon Matt's head.

"Hey- OW!" Matt yelled, grabbing his aching head as he turned around to glare at Mello. Mello simply grinned, casually slinging the pillow over his shoulder like a child on Halloween.

"Well, that's what you get when you almost step on my chocolate." Mello shrugged.

Matt blinked a couple times beneath his glasses before frowning, and twirling the lollipop around in his mouth again. "Well, YOU almost made my lollipop fall out. Happy now?" Matt asked, smiling as he took a couple steps towards the bed. Mello stared at him, almost mirroring Matt's expression as he side-stepped to make sure he was across from Matt.

"Maybe." He replied. "Should I be?" He flexed the fist on the pillow, waiting for a certain moment… just waiting for the split second when Matt would have his guard down. It would be a time when Mello would take his shot. Stepping forward twice, Mello didn't lose sight of Matt, whose gaze, though covered by the glasses, were no doubt on Mello; in fact, Matt was probably deciding when he would make the first move as well.

"I don't know." Matt stopped, and took the stick out of his mouth. He crunched on the hard candy that was still in his mouth. "But can I say one thing?"

This was it. Mello stiffened, leaning forward a fraction of an inch. Almost there…

"Yes, Matt." Mello's wrist twisted, the fabric of the pillow brushing up against his soft black shirt.

"I'm not." Then, it happened. Twisting quickly, Matt turned around and grabbed a nearby pillow, swinging it to the side as fast as he could; it made contact with Mello's with a loud 'thwap'.

"Gah!" Mello stepped back, avoiding a clumsy swing from Matt, and went for another downward attack on Matt's head, who staggered a step or two as he got hit in the head for the second time that night.

"Hmph. Think you're so great, Mello? Well, watch this!" Mello and Matt glared at each other, and Matt saw his chance. Emitting his best war cry, Matt thrust his arms high into the air, both hands tightly clenched onto the pillow, which went up with them, though still within the clutches of Matt's hands. Matt's pillow successfully made contact with Mello's chin in an uppercut, and it was Mello's turn to stagger. Taking advantage of the situation, Matt leapt forward, slamming his pillow into Mello again. Mello let out an angry cry, slamming his pillow onto Matt's back as the two roommates toppled onto the floor.

"OW! Damn, that hurt!" Mello shouted, looking down at the dirty grey carpet with disgust.

"Not as much as this!" Matt replied with equal volume, slamming the pillow onto Mello again. Mello twisted unhappily under Matt. Matt grinned triumphantly, taking pleasure in his winning position. Mello was lying on his back, teeth clenched as he glared at Matt, who simply grinned down in return. He was sitting on his knees over the borderline of Mello's stomach and the hem of his black shirt, which was pushed up slightly in the fall.

"God- Matt, you're not supposed to win!" Mello shouted, swinging his pillow up into an unsuspecting Matt's face. The bright orange goggles dislodged slightly, and Matt frowned. Mello slammed the pillow into Matt again, this time in the side of his head. Matt shifted to the side, and Mello jerked his knees, and Matt fell onto the floor. Mello immediately proceeded to take the offensive, and thrust the pillow into Matt's stomach. Matt coughed and a knock was heard on the white, wooden door to the two friends' room.

Near was lost in the middle of the lego city he had created. There were three lego guys within the entire city, though Near had a whole box of them. The three were the most important at the moment. There was the robber, designated by the white and black stripped paint on his once-yellow body and by the black beanie painted on his head; the policeman painted blue; and the unfortunate mailman who was in a horrible predicament in this fake, but monumental scene. The robber had a small brown bag, made of thin cloth, in his semi-circle hands and was on the top of one of the city's towers. The policeman was at the bottom of the building, standing on top of the toy police car. Finally, the mailman was hanging from a rope near the robber.

The gears in Near's imagination began to turn as he created a scene within his mind, though he was merely staring at the figures, propped up an inch on both of his elbows. The figures were still, even in Near's mind. What was happening was the robber had stolen money from the multi-story bank and had found the mailman delivering mail personally to someone. Knowing the police would arrive soon, the robber grabbed the mailman and forced him up to the top floor. He pushed the mailman off, but the mailman had luckily caught a rope hanging from the side of the building that was previously used for scaffolding for window washers. The rope had never been cut because the bank was too busy to deal with it, as it was almost the holidays, and people were depositing and withdrawing money at an extremely high rate.

The real purpose of the mailman was to decide who would win. If thirty seconds passed in real time, and the mailman was still hanging from the rope, the policeman would win. But if the mailman fell, the robber would win. Tension filled the air in both the lego city, and Near's room as he waited for the thirty seconds to pass. Halfway through, Near jumped ever so slightly at the sudden sound of his neighbor shouting. He lightly bumped the lego structure, but it was enough to send the mailman to the floor with a sickening click as he hit the police car.

Near frowned disapprovingly. This wasn't right. His scene had been tampered with, and now it was false. Most children would've just set the mailman back up, but Near wasn't most children. He could never recreate the exact scene for a second time. The fake emotions in the lego air, the priorities of policeman and robber, and even the mailman's terror would never, ever be the same no matter what. The entire scene was ruined.

Without a tremor or unnecessary step, Near stood up. He carefully stepped over his lego city and sat on his white bed, too disgusted to even look at the scene which had entertained him for longer than healthy. His finger unconsciously went to curl his hair, but he became aware of the motion when he realized how oily and gross his hair had become. Near recalled that the last time he'd bathed was about two days ago, and he was about due for another wash.

Near navigated through the completely white room with one bed towards the bathroom, which was connected to his room. He took his sweet, sweet time scrubbing his delicate and pale skin. After thoroughly scrubbing his hair and rinsing his entire body, Near exited the bathroom, loosely clenching a towel around his waist. He went through the dresser drawers to find some clean clothes, and found everything he needed… except for his pants.

In Near's empty pants drawer, there was a single chocolate kiss shining in the dim lighting in all its foil-y goodness. The straight line of his mouth bent into a slight frown. Mello had taken his pants for some reason Near probably didn't want to know. A sigh escaped his lips as he exited his room, clad only in his pajama top and tighty whities, and appeared before Mello and Matt's door. He knocked twice, then waited.

Matt shifted his head to the best of his ability so he could see the white- no, with the glasses, it was yellow- door.

"Mello? Could you get your fat ass off me? I think we have a visitor." He nodded towards the door, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. He was annoyed for two reasons; someone had interrupted his pillow fight with Mello, and second, having Mello sitting on you isn't very fun when he's not bashing you with a pillow. The blonde sighed, slinging the pillow over his shoulder and walking over to the door. Matt, not taking any chances of being sat on again, stood up immediately and followed suit. Mello soon reached the door, and grabbed the handle, twisting the bronze object and opening the newly painted piece of wood.

"Oh." Mello's gaze narrowed as he settled his cerulean eyes on the boy standing in front of him and his redhead roommate. "It's you." The boy in question wasn't considerably shorter; an inch or two smaller at most. His cotton-white hair sat simply on his head, curled slightly at the ends- no doubt from endless hours of twirling it absent-mindedly, and his mouth was curled into a small frown. He was adorned in pajama top, and… Matt didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or puke when he noticed the child's undergarments. He settled with a low whistle.

"Oh my GOD." He muttered, grinning. "You wear underwear? Wow. Near, you really are weird." Mello tore his irritated gaze from the emotionless slate grey eyes of Near to look at Matt, eyebrows raised.

"WEIRD? Matt, for god's sake, this is NEAR. He's a freak, for Christ's sake!" Matt rolled his eyes, and turned back to Near, the white-headed wonder.

"So?" He asked, "What do you want, Near?"

Near narrowed his eyes slightly as he scrutinized his neighbors. He paid no mind to Matt's comments, as his mind was focused only on Mello and the fact that Mello had stolen something of his. Near did self-consciously tug his pajama top downwards in an attempt at more coverage. He wished no one else would see him like this. The ridicule he'd receive after this would irritate him to no end.

So, to prevent wasting time, Near quite bravely stepped up to Mello (his index finger pointing at Mello) so closely that he could have jabbed him in the chest if he went forward another inch. And then, extremely bluntly, out Near's accusation came: "You took my pants."

A/N: Really hope you enjoyed it~ There are more chapters to come, so if you liked it, stay tuned!

P.S. The story is rated T for some language, and yeah