Hello! Here's a Matt/Mello fic for ya! I'm trying something new with something new. This fic is co-authored with my friend Devin, AKA Furitori. She'll be writing Mello's Point of veiw and I will be writing Matt's.

Warning: Yaoi! Guy on guy! Don't watch if you don't like!

Disclaimer: We don't own Death Note!

Chapter 1

Mail's POV- Febuary 20th (Mail and Matt are both 7)

Mail watched the misty scenery through goggles, not really taking anything in as the black limo drove through Winchester. He let out a sigh as he thought about how he got to this point. His world was in a downward slope to Hell before but now it's stepper than before and he couldn't help but blame himself.

The limo pulled up to a huge black iron gate, which allowed them through after the driver spoke a few words to the box by the opening. They continued down the path toward the giant mansion, Wammy's house. Mail's home until he's old enough to live on his own.

The limo pulled up to the front entrance to the orphanage and the driver got out. He came around and opened Mail's door. The redhead stepped out and inwardly smiled to himself. 'And to think last week I lived in a run down shack with the roof caving in.' He thought as he followed the driver into the building. He wasn't use to all this and he was slightly uncomfortable.

Inside, the building was even more elegant. The walls were decorated in vibrant paintings. The doors were made out of dark wood and had elaborate designs on them. Outside of each stood a small ficus tree. Mail's mouth hung open as he walked down a corridor and into the room at the end.

The room was some kind of office. An ebony desk stood in front of a window with an over view of an intricate garden with a remarkable fountain. Two leather chairs were set in front of the desk and two large bookshelves were on either side of the room.

Two men were currently occupying the room. One was an old with white hair. He was sitting behind the desk, talking to the other man opposite him. There was something about him that made Mail relax a bit.

The other man was peculiar. He had messy black hair and black around his eyes as if he had never slept. The man was sitting on one of the leather chairs; his feet were pulled up onto it. He was leaning over his knees as he ate a piece of cake.

They stopped talking when he had entered the room with the limo driver. They both looked at him and the old man smiled. "Welcome to Wammy's house young Master Mail. Please sit down!" Mail walked to the only open chair and sit down. "I am Wateri and this," he gestured to the black haired man, "is L."

Mail frowned. Fake names? They had to be. Who names their kid L?

Wateri continued, "Unfortunate events have left you in our care, but we shall try our best to make you feel at ease here." He paused for a moment before adding, "I have arranged for you to share a room with someone your age. Are you alright with that?"

Mail nodded. He didn't know what else to do. He was never asked what he wanted and even if he was he could never be honest. That is never until now.

L had been silently watching him since he arrived. Mail didn't like the man. He was kind of creepy and when he spoke, Mail knew he was a cold person.

"You will no longer go by the name, Mail. You are now Matt and shall be referred to by that name from now on."

Matt? But why couldn't he use his real name?

The confusion must of shown on his face because Wateri went on to explain, "By giving you a fake name we're insuring your safety. This way no one can harm you." Mail understood then.

Wateri then addressed the driver behind Mail. "Roger, will you please let Mello in?"

Roger turned and went to the door. He opened it and called out to someone.

"Mello will be your roommate. If you have any troubles with him or want to change rooms just let me or Roger know." Mail briefly wondered what Mello did to cause himself an introduction like that but when the boy walked in the room he could pretty much guess.

Mello had a look on his face that said 'If you get in my way you'll regret being born.' His clear blue eyes shown with danger and yet Mail couldn't help wanting to know more about this blond.

Wateri started to talk again so I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Mello to look at him. "Mello this is your roommate Matt. "You'll need to show Matt around after he gets settled in and make sure to tell him all the rules."

"Sure thing." Mello's eyes inspected Mail and he unconsciously messed with the ends of his striped shirt

The old man then turned to me. "You'll need to take a test tomorrow after breakfast unfortunately. It will allow us to place you in the correct classes." He smiled at me and dismissed us.

Mello sighed. "Follow me."

I hesitated a moment before I ran after him. As the doors closed behind me I heard L's monotonous voice state, "Eighty percent."

Please review and tell me how I can improve or what'll make the story better. Next chapter will be Mello's POV written by Furitori.