Matt layed on his bed playing his Gameboy. There had been a rumor going around that he was getting a new roommate. He had talked to Roger about this, asking if this new kid could stay with another one of the orphans. Roger had made it clear that the arangement was final, and that maybe this new kid would help Matt become more social. Matt had just groaned and left. Now, here he lay, dreading the moment that new kid walked into his room.
There was a knock on the door and Roger came in. " Matt, it's time you meet your new roommate," he said, then ushered the roommate in. The orphan wore black pants, a black long sleeve shirt, had blonde hair up to his shoulders, and a suitcase. Matt paused his game, looked at the orphan up and down, then asked Roger, " Hey, don't you think it'll be a little awkward for a guy having to share his room with a girl here?" The blonde's eye twitched. Roger cleared his throat. " This is Mello, and he is male," he said. Matt blushed. " Oh. Sorry 'bout that," he said, embaressed. Mello rolled his eyes and flipped his hair, making Matt wonder if Roger was lying. The elderly man sighed. " Mello, this is Matt. You'll be staying with him," he said. " Fine," Mello murmered. " If I have no other choice."
" You don't," Roger replied. " Now, I believe you have your class schedule, correct?" Mello nodded. Roger pushed his glasses in place. " Alright. I'll be leaving you two alone so you could get to know eachother," he said, then left, closing the door behind him. There was an awkward silence. Mello got his suitcase, layed it on the other bed, and began unpacking. Matt thought he should say something. " Um, hey. I'm Matt," he said. " I think Roger already mentioned that," Mello said, opening one of the drawers and putting some of his clothes into it. Matt shrugged. " Just putting it in your head," he said.
Mello looked at Matt. " And what if I don't want you to put it in my head?" he asked. Matt put his Gameboy down. " Well, I mean, if you need me you don't have to go, 'Hey! Dude with the stripes!' or something like that," he said. Mello sighed. " Well you having nothing to worry about, 'dude with the stripes', because I doubt that'll I'll ever need you." Ouch. Harsh. Matt folded his arms against his chest. " So where's your trophie?" he asked. Mello gave him a confused look. " What trophie?" he asked. Matt shrugged again. "I don't know. I just thought that winning the award for 'Biggest Asshole of the Year' meant you'd get a trophie or something," he said. Mello shut the drawer angrily. " What did you call me?" he asked.
" I think you heard me the first time," Matt said calmly, then resumed his game. Mello gave him a threatening look and took out a chocolate bar from his suitcase. Matt looked up from the smell of it. " Someone got a sweet tooth?" he asked. " Shut the hell up," Mello said, taking a bite out of it. " What are you eating anyways?" Matt asked. Mello sighed and showed it to him. " What does it fucking look like to you?" he asked. Matt squinted to get a better look. " Chocolate?" he asked. " Genius," Mello mumbled, then unpacked a few more things. Matt got up. " May I ask what the hell is your problem?" he asked, annoyed. Mello looked up at the ceiling fan, thinking, and then answered, " That would be you."
Matt drew in a deep breath. " Alright then. Well. If I piss you off that much, then why don't you play with the other little girls?" he asked. " If it means getting away from you, then fine," Mello said, then left the room, slamming the door behind him. Matt groaned. " Shit head..." he murmered, and continued his game.
Mello roamed the halls, not really knowing where he was going. Nor did he care. He was already having trouble, what with his parents' deaths. He sighed and took another bite out of his chocolate. " Hey!" someone called. He turned around. A girl with curly blonde hair was waving at him and skipped over to him. " Hi!" she said cheerfully. " I'm Linda!" Mello looked around awkwardly. " Um, I'm Mello," he said. " Nice to meet you! You don't mind if I call you Mells, do you?" Linda asked. Mello shrugged. " Why not," he mumerered. Linda clapped her hands. " Kay then!" she said. " Uh-huh," Mello said, then started to walk away. Linda seemed to be following him.
" Is there something you need?" Mello asked. Linda nodded. " Yeah. I heard you moved in with Matt. What's he like?" she asked. Mello arched an eyebrow. " What do you mean? Shouldn't you know? I mean, you've been here longer than me," he said. Linda shrugged. " Well, you see, Matt doesn't really talk to anyone. He's always playing some sort of video game. If you're good enough, he might ask you to play against him, but that's pretty much it. I mean, if people want to talk to him, he doesn't just ignore them. He only talks when nessecary," she explained. " So he's like some sort of loner?" Mello asked. Linda laughed. " I guess you could say that," she said, smiling. " Huh," Mello said. " But isn't-"
Someone caused Mello to trip. Mello cursed under his breath. " What the...?" he said, and looked down. A boy around his age was sitting on the floor in what looked like a painful position, playing with a toy robot. He was white; literally. White socks, white pants, white shirt, white skin, white hair. " Sorrry," Mello mumbled. The albino looked up from his toy, nodded, then got up and went somewhere else. Mello looked after him, bewildered. " What the hell? Who was that?" he asked.
" That's Near," Linda answered dreamily. " Another anti-social. He's the smartest person in the whole orphanage." Mello tilted his head. " Him?" he asked. Linda nodded. " Yup. He's first in line to being L's successor, right in front of Matt," she said. " Matt?" Mello asked, suprised. " You mean to tell me that Matt is the second smartest person here?" Linda smiled. " That's right," she said. This was confusing Mello. Those two were right up there to being the successor of the world's greatest detective? What kind of messed up orphanage was this? " Interesting..." Mello said, taking another bite out of his chocolate. " Hey, you!"
Mello and Linda turned around. That's the second time someone has called him. " Who is it this time?" Mello asked himself. A boy who seemed a year older than Mello was leaning against the wall. His hair was sleek and black, covering one of his eyes. He was wearing a black polo shirt and tan pants. Mello looked at him suspiciously. " Yeah?" he asked. The boy walked up to him. " What's your name?" he asked. " Mello," Mello answered. " And yours?"
" You can call me Trance," the boy answered with a smirk. " Mello, come on," Linda whispered in Mello's ear. " You don't want to mess with him." Mello ignored her warning. " Alright, Trance. What is it you want?" he asked. Trance crossed his arms. " You're new here, right? Just wanted to let you know that Linda here? Yeah, she's mine, so I suggest you leave her right now," he said. " I don't love you, Trance. I don't even like you as a friend!" Linda argued. Mello glared at Trance. " And who gave you the fucking right to tell me what to do?" he asked. Trance grabbed the collar of his shirt.
" I don't think you get me. I'll explain. Here at Wammy's House, I'm the big boss. I say something and people do as I say. And if they refuse to do so, well, I think you get the picture," Trance explained. " Oh?" Mello asked. " Well I'm sorry to dissapoint you, Trance, but I don't let fuck faces like yourself boss me around." Trance smiled. " Oh, you fucking asked for it," he said, then punched Mello in the face, sending him across the room. Everyone was staring now. Mello wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. " So you're those types, huh?" he asked. " The types that the only thing they know how to do is hurt people because they're just too fucking stubborn to do their own shit for themselves?"
Trance was about to run up to Mello to punch him again, but something stopped him from doing so. A chord was being held against his neck, causing him to choke a bit. He heard a voice in his ear. " Causing trouble again, Trance? How about we just leave this at where it is. That is, unless you don't want me to wrap this around your neck and finish you off. Nod if you understand." Trance tried to pull the chord away, but the person holding it was too strong. Unwillingly, Trance nodded. The chord was pulled away and Trance fell on his knees, gasping for air. Mello looked at him, then at the boy behind him. Matt stood there holding the chord, a game controller hanging on one of the ends.
He walked over to Mello, grabbed his wrist, and led him to their room. That was followed by cheering from the other orphans who had witnessed this fight, including Linda. Once they were in the room, Matt closed the door, connected the controller back to his Playstation, and went on his bed to play his Gameboy yet again, not saying a word the entire time. Mello just stood there staring at Matt, amazed. " You nearly killed the guy," Mello said. " Why?" Matt shrugged. " I knew a guy who used to go here when I was little that would have done the same thing if one of his friends were in trouble."
" Friend?" Mello asked. Matt nodded. " Just because you come here bitching like you own the place doesn't mean you're a bad guy," he said, then thought about what he just said. " That didn't make much sense, did it?" he asked. Mello smiled and shook his head. Matt smiled back. " So you think we could start over?" Matt asked, and extended his hand to Mello. He hesitated, but then shook it. " Sure," he said. " If you don't wake up every day thinking I'm a girl, that is."
Matt laughed. " Ha ha, sorry. My eyesight isn't too perfect," he said apologetically. " Is that so?" Mello asked. Matt nodded. " Yeah, but I refuse to get glasses," he replied. Mello thought for a moment, then went over to his suitcase and started digging through it. " What you lookin' for?" Matt asked curiously. " Hold up a sec," Mello said, then finally found what he was looking for. It was a pair of goggles. " I've had these for a couple of months now. They're said to give you good vision, but honestly I can't see shit." He gave them to Matt, who tried them on.
" What do you mean you can't see shit? These things are freakin' clear!" Matt exclaimed. Mello smiled. " They're yours. A little thank you present," he said. Matt grinned. " You know what, Mello? I think that we'll end up being great friends," he said.
Years later, an older Matt was sitting in a car, smoking and wearing the very same goggles from that day. Mello came out wearing a leather jacket and holding a motorcyle helmet. " You ready?" he asked, handing Matt a smoke gun. Matt nodded. " You sure this is gonna work?" he asked. Mello hesitated. " It should," he said. " In any case, this will just make it easier to catch Kira, won't it?" Matt shrugged. " I guess," he mumbled. Mello frowned. " Matt, all of this will be over soon," he said. " And once it is, everything will be back to normal. We'll get to finally roam the streets without hearing 'Kira' this and 'Kira' that every few minutes. It'll be just like old times."
Matt looked up at Mello. " You think so?" he asked. Mello nodded. " Yes," he said, then put on his helmet and got on his motorcycle. " After you," Mello said. Matt smirked. " Alright then," he closed his door and started the car, " Let's go get Kira's bitch." And then he was on his way. " Good luck," Mello said, then followed after him.