Slap!

I stared at L with a shocked expression spread out on my face.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I screamed only to be slapped again.

" It's a training technique." He said simply, still remaining calm.

" Training for what?"

" Training for kids who refuse to keep their true identities hidden. You must understand that you are no longer who you once were, but what your future holds for you."

What my future holds for me? No longer who I once was? No. I will always be the same Mail that I was. Neither my parents death or this fancy school will change that.

" I want to keep my name." I said bravely, fully preparing for another slap. But instead, L let out a sigh.

" Mail, do you know what they do to kids in foster homes?"

"…No."

" They most likely get raped, abused, starved, a number of different horribly things that no child should suffer through."

" So?"

" So, Mail, if you leave here, the state will take you to one of those foster homes, where you'll be bounced around from place to place, because nobody wants you. We both know you are too old to be adopted. We are placing a very rare opportunity at your hands. If you want to throw it away, then be my guest."

I sat there, speechless staring at L. I had never once thought of what would happen to me if I left this place. I thought that I would just go and live on my own. I forgot that I was only a 13 year old boy. My future wasn't in my hands. It was in the governments.

" Fine, I'll stay." I said scornfully. I was already beginning to regret the decision.

" A very wise decision. We have already found a roommate who is willing to bunk with you, but before we introduce you, you will have to choose a new alias for yourself."

" An alias?"

" Yes. Something that separates your old self from your new self. Once you choose a new alias, you can never tell anybody about the old you. As far as everybody else is concerned, the old you has died."

I thought about this for a second. The name, I mean. I wouldn't mind the old me dying. At least a part of me would be with my parents. Plus, I've made too many mistakes already. Starting over would be nice.

" Matt." I said simply.

" Matt. It suits you." L said before walking into the building. Waving a very thin hand, signaling me to follow.

The inside of the building was very…grand. It made me uncomfortable, like I wasn't good enough to step on such immaculate marble floors. I hated that feeling. Hated it with all my heart.

We went up a spiral staircase and to a room number 202. L knocked on the door softly.

" Mello, you roommate is here."

Suddenly, we heard a loud crash. I flinched at the noise, but L remained in the same position, like he was used to such noise coming from inside.

" Fuck!" I heard a boy yell from the inside.

" Mello, try to refrain from using such profanity."

The door opened and I suddenly stopped breathing.

The leather sat on his thin hips perfectly. Only so many people could pull something like leather off, and he was definitely one of those people. His pale midriff peeped from under his leather vest, daring and teasing me to touch it.

As if the body wasn't perfect enough, then his face was. His eyes were a piercing blue, like ice. Yes, ice was the perfect word for it. His blonde, choppy, hair hit his shoulders, matching the frame of his face perfectly.

I think that was the only word to describe him…

Perfect.

" Mello, I would like you to meet Matt, your new roommate."

Mello gave L a shocking look.

" Roommate?! You never told me about a roommate!"

" Unfortunately, Mello, I did."

Mello's eyes went wide.

" Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I miss a little detail like that!" Mello screamed as he reentered the room.

" I'm going to leave you two alone to get…acquainted. Please tell Mello that I would like to have a meeting with both him and Near next Thursday at 12 midnight. Don't be late."

L told me as he walked away.

I cautiously entered the room, dragging my suitcase behind me. The rooms remind me of the room at my old house, except smaller. A lot smaller. The carpet was navy blue and looked soft and comfortable. There was two desks, two dressers, and one small TV that looked like it had never been used.

In the corner of the room, was a twin sized bunk bed. The blonde was laying on the bottom bunk, pale face red with anger. It almost looked like my hair.

He turned and glared at me harshly.

" You get the top." He spat. I glared right back at him, laying my suitcase on the floor, and climbing up the hard ladder that led to the top bunk. I could already tell that Mello was going to be a major pain in my ass.

But, I wouldn't mind.

AN- Yay! Chapter two! I tried to finish this chapter as soon as possible, so sorry for the long wait. Read, review, subscribe, favorite. That's all I ask ;) -Kikyo1027