Readers:
So, no one got the little thingy at the end about the cosplay thing, so, yeah, that's about that for that.
Oh! I'd like to thank Karierte for pointing out my mistake in the end of the last chapter. I don't actually speak French and I'm sure we all know that Google is great but it does have its crappy parts. For instance their translator….yeah…so if anyone has a problem with my speaking of other languages, take it up with Google.
Anyways, please enjoy the next chapter of my story. (For those of you that ask they were about 10 in the first chapter, now they are somewhere around 13-14 you can pick whichever one you want)
WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!
This mentions the holiday of CHRISTMAS if you do not celebrate Christmas or are offended by the idea of Christmas, then please DO NOT COMPLAIN to me!!!! If you still like this story then just scroll down to the bottom of the page where I put a summary of the chapter (not including holiday stuff) of what happened in the chapter. If you really like the story (which I hope you do) and you just obsolutly need to read it then try substituting your own holiday traditions to make the story more related to your holiday traditions.
Thank you and good night!
*Roger*
I sighed as I failed at my attempt to calm down the small male in front of me. He was pacing around my office, arms thrown high in the air, and cursing just about every word in the book. Yes, Mello had gained quite a colorful vocabulary since he'd begun to get older. His language was always terrible and I'd told him to watch himself on many occasions, but now that he was older he'd just gotten worse.
I sighed once again, in relief this time, as another small child walked into my office shyly. His head peeked around the door frame first before he walked in, attention fully on a gaming system in his hands. I looked at my watch I was supposed to be at lunch now, yet I was here, listening to Mello complain about something. He'd begun to yell so loudly I had to call in the only person I knew to be able to calm his fierce temper. Matt Jeevas.
The red head sat down in a chair calmy, as if nothing were happening, and continued to push buttons on whatever new gaming device it was that the child held in his pale hands. It seemed he always possessed a new one, even if I had just taken away one of them for having it out in his classes.
"-and that's why I think chocolate should have it's own shelf in the dining hall." I once again turned my attention to the storming child, his blonde hair ruffled from where he'd run his hands through it.
"Why was I called here?" The smaller child in the chair asked, turning of the device.
"Please, both of you, just go!" I snapped, rubbing the side of my head with my hand. Welcome to Wammy's.
*Mello*
"Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! Matt! MATT! MATT! MATT! MATT! MATT! MATT! MATT! MATT JEEVAS! MATT JEEVAS! MATT JEEVAS! MATT JEEVAS! DICK HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the slightly snoring red head.
The ground around him was littered with pieces of paper that I had thrown at him from my bed. Still he lay asleep. I finally gave up with yelling and got up to go stand next to him. I slid my hands underneath his stomach and rolled him harshly. He landed on the floor next to his bed with a thud, jerking awake instantaneously.
"Oh, Matt, I'm so glad you're up!" I said with fake enthuseasim before padding back to the warmth of my own bed. I waited for the scene to catch up with him. His head popped up to look at me, half asleep.
"I hate you." He mumbled before climbing slowly back onto his bed, facing me, wrapping his blanket around him so it hung loosely over his shoulders. "What do you want anyways?" He asked once he'd become more fully awake.
"You know what time it is?" He glanced to the clock on his desk. "Two in the morning." He said in a dangerously angered tone.
"Well, yes, but it's also almost time for Christmas!" The shags of red hair covering his eyes moved slightly as he blinked. Then he turned over and laid down with his back to me. I sighed.
"Matt…!" I whined out his name and threw another paper from my notebook at him. It hit him on the back of the head and bounced to the floor.
"Why the hell did you wake me up?!" He sat back up and snapped suddenly.
"How can you be asleep knowing that Santa is going to be coming!" With my happy statement, he burst out laughing.
(WARNING! If you like Santa or the idea of Santa then don't read this next part: Skip ahead to the next A/N but this part has some mushy crap that everyone likes, so, yeah.)
"Mel, you don't actually believe in Santa do you?" I blinked at him. What the hell was he talking about? "Mel, you can be serious." He said, shocked, when he saw I had no idea what he was talking about. The only thing I had really understood was that he called me Mel. He'd just started this recently. I have no idea where it came from, but it was here and he seemed to like calling me that. He also was the only one going to call me that.
"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."
"I hate to burst your bubble, but there isn't really a Santa Claus, Mels." He giggled a little, trying to hide it behind his hand. His words started to sink in. Then I understood them completely. He was implying that Santa was a FAKE!
"You're a liar!" I shouted at him. He stopped chuckling and looked at me. "There is too, and you know it!" I pushed off the bed and grabbed some chocolate before I burst out into the quiet hallway, slamming the door behind me.
*Matt*
I sighed and rubbed my eyes before running after Mello. I closed the door more carefully than Mello had, in case Roger decided to wake up. I hurried down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible. I could hear feint footsteps ahead of me, which told me I was going in the right direction. I sped up my pace until I found myself in the common room of Wammy's house.
I looked around the large room. The fire was still glowing lightly with small embers that refused to give away their light. The normally brown sofas had been covered with green and red fabric. A few unlit candles at in the center of the tables in the room. The brightest feature in the peaceful room was the tall evergreen tree, standing proudly in front of the window where dim moonlight rays shone through, illuminating small shiny wrapped boxes, creating the perfect balance of calm and Christmas in the room.
What wasn't one of the exciting Christmas decorations was the blonde that sat at the base of the tree looking into it's ornements with a forlorn look gracing his features. His blonde hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his already hanging head down even further. I walked over and knelt next to him, staring straight at the tree instead of my friend.
"Mello." I said softly, "I didn't mean to make you upset." He made a soft sniffle. God, he was such a girl sometimes!
"It's okay." He said even more soft than I had spoken to him.
"What if I said I lied, and I told you there really was a Santa with flying reindeer that gave children all over the world presents and ate their cookies." He made a soft sort of chuckle.
"Then that would be the lie."
"I'm really sorry, Mels. I didn't know you really thought he was real." He turned to look at me. My eyes widened behind my red locks.
I hadn't ever looked at Mello this close before. This lighting fit him perfectly. His Blonde hair bounced off the light from around to give his hair a sort of yellow orange glow. His face was shadowed but open as I took in every line and crease his face was made of. Then our eyes met. Well, his met the front of my shaggy bangs, but still. The blue in his eyes popped, almost seeming to sparkle. His Irises got bigger, adding more blue, as the light became less and less from the fire with every passing second. I thought they were looking into my soul. I was pretty sure anyone at this damned place would have paid top dollar to see Mello, the prince of terror, look as beautiful and gentle as an angle.
(Okay, you can start here again)
"Boys." Both of our heads snapped over to the doorway. My face began to redden and I stood up quickly and awkwardly, bowing halfway in respect for our teacher. Mello rolled his eyes and stood next to me, hand on his hip in an I-dare-you-to-tell-Roger way. "What on earth are you two doing up at this hour."
"W-well, w-we w-were…and h-he…t-then I." Mello gave me a just-stop-now-before-you-truly-embarrass-yourself look.
"We were waiting for Santa." He told her innocently. I could only nod dumbly.
"Well, he won't come if you stay up to wait for him." She smiled. "Why don't you two go back to bed and I won't tell Roger that you were out of your rooms."
"Ms. Lewis, do you believe in Santa?" Mello asked her.
"Well of course I do, silly!" Mello looked over at me with a smirk. I just narrowed my eyes and tried to control my balance as her eyes fell onto me. "Now, off to bed! Both of you!" She said in a firm but nice way. I swear I almost died when her hand fell on my back between my shoulder blades to push me forward slightly.
*Mello*
I bit my bottom lip, waiting for the numbers on the alarm clock to change. Still nothing happened. I concentrated on the clock, not blinking once. I held my breath and……Beep! Beep! Bee-
I pushed the off button, bounded not so gracefully over to Matt's bed and shook him until he was finally awake enough to drag him down to the Common room for the second time that day.
"maheadhutscauseyou!" He slurred as we tumbled down the stairs. There was already a crowd of early risers ready to open their gifts.
"But now you get to open presents, isn't that fun!" I said in an annoyingly high voice to him, earning a glare. I dragged him over to Roger, who handed me my yearly gift from Mr. Wammy himself. He handed Matt his present and then another smaller box. Matt blinked in surprise. I only smiled, knowing well of the item in the box. What really shocked me was that another small box was placed on top of mine too.
"It's great you were finally nice and made a friend Mello." Roger said before he hurried off to give out more gifts. I glanced at Matt, who was looking back at me with the same look.
Before we had any time to question each other, Roger told everyone to find a seat. I leand against the wall, while Matt sat at my feet with his gifts. Everyone in the room began counting down from ten before they all began to rip into their packages without any care. I looked down at the red head as we opened our gifts from Wammy at the same time. Mine was, of course, chocolate, which he gets me every year. You see, Roger and the other old guys- I mean, watcher people, observe us and tell Mr. Wammy something that we'd all like. Matt had gotten a hand held gamming devise that he now had three of the same machine. Then their came presents from our peers. Whatever we can manage to give as a present to our friends then people usually share. I haven't had any friends, so it was a shock that I had gotten one.
I looked down from my chocolate to Matt. He picked up the small box from me and I grabbed the one he had gotten me. He nodded for me to open mine first. I took a deep breath and slowly peeled off the poorly wrapped box. I opened its lid to find inside a necklace. It was simple enough. The beads were red and sliver, leading to a cross hanging from the bottom. Rosary Beads. Still, despite it's simple features I let the smile show freely on my face. I dropped down and, for the first time, wrapped my arms around Matt's slender shoulders. I couldn't believe it when small drops of salt water were shed from my eyes and soaked into Matt's stripped shirt. I was relieved when his arms went around to my back. It was an awkward hug, but I was sure we both knew it meant a lot.
*Matt*
After Mello and I pulled away, he insisted that I open my box as quickly as possible. Just to annoy him, I unwrapped it really slowly. Well, I did until he grabbed it from me, unwrapped it and shoved the unlidded box at me. My breath caught in my throat as I pulled out my greatest treasure, the things I'd missed so dearly for the past three years.
I cradled the goggles in my hand. My fist tightened around them and I once again found myself incased in Mello's scent with a weirdly positioned hug. When that was over I just stared in shock at them. They looked as good as new, as if nothing had happened to them.
"It took a while to find a place that could fix them, but I did." He said, proud of his work. My thumb traced over where I'd carved my initials with pencil. They were deffinatly the same ones. My hands shook slifghtly as I pulled them onto my neck then to fit in place over my eyes. I pushed away the stray strands of red, my vision clouded with a long forgotten comforting orange tint.
"Thank you Mello. You're my best friend." I told him out straight. He blinked unsure then answered with pride.
"Your mine…Mattie." I grinned like a fool at his new nickname for me that I was sure would someday come back to haunt me.
*Near* (ha! Didn't expect that, did you?!)
I watched, my eyes narrowed as the red head and him were linked for the second time. They stopped their small hugging session to let Matt put on his present. The present that Mello gave him. The only present Mello's probably ever given in his life. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. I was quite disappointed when I looked down to find that Linda's toy was now a nothing. I sighed and placed it to the side. I felt a light tap on my arm. I turned to meet a very concerned brown eyed gaze. I only nodded to show the girl I was fine.
I looked back to them. I didn't understand it! Me! The number one genious kid (under L himself)! I knew everything. Well, everything except how to get him. It's not fair! I've been here and known him longer! Who was the one who helped him study for his first exam here at Wammy's? Who is the one who lets him beat them up for no reason given?! Who's the one that's been trying to get even the slightest bit of attention from him since he first got here?!
I turned my head to look away stubbornly. Yes, I liked Mello. Okay, is everyone happy now?! I don't understand what Linda and her friends see in trying to get me to 'confess'. How is that going to help anything? No matter what I do, he still hates me. I've tried being nice, that only ends with me pressed to a wall as his fist pounds into my face over and over. If I try being mean, it usually ends up the same, but worse. If I try to flirt with him, he doesn't even notice it and I end up the same way I do in examples one and two! I can't win with him! I mean, seriously, does a piano have to fall on my head to get him to even glance in my direction?! No, he'd probably just point and laugh if a piano (or any other musical insturnment) were to fall on my head.
I wound up the dial on the back of one of my new toys and watched as it hopped across a small length of the floor. I poked it lightly and it fell over. I sighed and twirled a piece of my powder white hair around my finger. Maybe that's it, maybe he doesn't like my hair! That's just stupid, my hair is awesome.
"You know, it may help if you go talk to him…" Linda said in a low voice as she folded a shirt in an I-wont-tell-anyone way. Sadly it was my only option.
*Mello*
"Won't do that again will you?" I ask the little albino who was practically choking to death as I pushed him further into the wall.
"Mello, could you not kill anyone today? It's Christmas, can't we all just be happy?" Both near and I turned to glare at him, then I glared at Near for glaring at Matt…there was a lot of glaring going on.
I put down the male that had come over out of the blue and made the mistake of stepping on my chocolate. I smirked, looking at Near, knowing that no matter what age, I would probably always be taller than him. The little bastard was lucky that everyone was allowed to go outside to play in the snow now. Near probably should stay instide though…he might get lost in the snow.
Matt gave me a weird look as I chuckled to myself, Near following behind us as we headed outside. My eyes widened as we hit the door and Matt grabbed my hand, pulling me off to play in the said excuse of a playground that covered a small amount of the back field. I looked back to see Linda and Halle had taken Near back into their little group. The girls were standing in a circle around him as he crouched down in the snow.
My attention was pulled back to reality when cold powered water covered the side of my face. I turned back to Matt with an angered look, suddenly being hit with another chunk of the cold soft ice. With a soft growl I took off towards Matt, making him squeak and run away from me. I smirked at the challenge.
Eventually our game of chace ended with Matt face down in the snow and me on top of him, bending his arm back, screaming at him to yell 'mercy'. When he finally gave up and I got off of him, he laid limp in the snow. I just stood there, listening to the sound of playing kids in the opposite direction of us. I laughed when Matt turned over to lay on his back, his entire front being covered in snow, including his freckled face.
I yelp when I was suddenly pulled down to lay on my back next to him. Matt giggled lightly before moving his arms and legs, speading them and closing them. I realized what he was doing and followed suite. When we stood up, our imprinted versions of snow angles lay in the snow.
"Yours is better than mine." Matt stated, intertwining our hands, creating warmth between the two cold appendages.
Readers:
I kinda just wanted to update this, just because people keep asking if it was a one-shot. Anyways, this is 6 pages and 3, 364 words. I hope you enjoyed this. I will warn you, there will be some MelloXNear in later chapters, but that's later…right now it's all about the MELLOXMATT! Even when there's MelloXNear, its all about MELLOXMATT
So, review and let me know how you think this chapter went, it was meant to be kinda sweet…let me know and if you have any ideas on snow games they can play let me know, I live in the desert where we've only seen snow once in our lives XD so I would have no idea about snow games. There snow day is just beginning so I need games!
Also if you have a good idea to have a little Matt and Near competition for the snow games, that's always good too.
Ah, crap, I kinda just gave a spoiler for the next chapter! Oh, well!
