Mello sat on his bed, both knees brought to his chest. It looked as if he was looking at his feet, but the truth is, he didn't notice he was until someone knocked on the door.

"Mello, are you feeling alright?" Asked the nurse. He recognized her voice from the few times she came to the class to talk about teeth and food. She was a brunette with big boobs, and he practically disliked her, for the special attention she gave him, for the look on her face whenever she saw him. What the hell did she think all those times? It wasn't a look of a nurse for a child. It was as if she thought he was stupid.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said impatiently.

"Are you sure? You didn't come to dinner yesterday, and today you skipped breakfast, class, lunch... No one saw you outside of the room, either."

thinking about it, she was right. Ever since what happened yesterday by the lake, Mello hasn't come out of the room. How could he? He would consider going out if he would have stayed near Matt, even if he didn't speak. But no. All Mello did was get up and stumble, running to the orphanage and locking himself inside his small room.

"I'm perfect, just lazy," He tried making her go.

"Do you need any-"

"JUST GET THE FUCK AWAY!" He threw a pillow at the door, imagining it can hit her.

There was a small silence, and then the steps of her high-heels, becoming quieter as she became more distant.

Burying his face between his legs, Mello started thinking again.

What happened there? Why did it happen? Sure, Matt said he liked him. But that was impossible now, wasn't it? After all, they were both boys who hardly knew each other, and from the part Mello did know of Matt, he hated.

Do I really hate him?

He softly brushed his lips with his finger. A thick smile formed on his face. Was it really that good that he could still feel it on his lips? He was definitely afraid that that feeling will disappear. But if it will, Matt will bring it back, won't he?

Matt.

What was Matt thinking when he did that? What will he do if he'll see Mello? Will everything go back to normal- how normal it was between them-, or there will be a change?

But now something new came to Mello's mind.

What did Matt find in Mello, that made him like him?

Shaking his head, the blonde strands of hair flew in the air.

stop thinking about that jerk! You know what you gonna do? You'll walk up to that bastard, and tell him exactly what you think!

He got up and was about to place his hand on the doorknob, when he stopped mid-air.

Tell him what I think?

At this exact moment, he thought there is no way he could go up to Matt. He didn't know what will Matt do, or his reactions. But what else? He also thought he'd love to get another kiss, and there was no way he'd tell that to Matt. In fact, if he paid a serious attention to it, there was nothing bad he wanted to tell Matt.

Back to the bed.

Suddenly, Mello thought of the weirdest thing.

If I die, will he cry and miss me?

His face was the deepest he could bury inside the pillow.

Why do I have to think those stuff? Why can't Matt just freaking leave my mind and die somewhere?

Turning on his back and looking at the ceiling, this new thought came to his mind.

I don't want him to die...

He woke up at eleven, an hour before midnight. No way he'd go back to sleep. Even if he tried, his growling stomach won't allow him to.

The ticking clock was heard all over the building, and Mello was a bit afraid of it. Yet, it was better than his footsteps to be the ones conquering the silence of the night.

The kitchen door was open. At first he hesitated going in, but his hunger pushed the door until it hit the wall behind it. the supply closet light was on, and a weird noise came from it.

Probably rats, he thought for himself.

grabbing the broom on the far corner of the kitchen, he went to the room. Standing at the door, he was prepared to see a rat or two, but not that. He didn't think of that option, anyway, and really didn't need it right now.

"M-matt?"

The redhead turned to the sound of his voice. His face had a much more surprised expression than Mello's face. "Mello?"

He rubbed his eyes to make sure what he saw was not an illusion. But there he was, standing in front of him, with a tired face and a messy hair.

"What are you doing here?" He finally gathered the courage to ask.

"I came here to take..." From behind his back, a golden paper shined. Matt was ashamed to continue.

"Chocolate?" Mello knew his chocolate, and the thing behind his back was, well, his second favorite chocolate.

"Yes..." Matt bowed his head down.

"I didn't know you also liked it, to be honest..."

Matt shook his head gently. "No, I'm not a fan of it."

"Then... What is this chocolate for?" The questions would seem weird to anyone, but once Mello finds someone with chocolate, he had to know details. Especially when it was in his top-five chocolate brands list.

"For you," Matt admitted.

"What?" Did I hear wrong?

"I..." He cleared his throat and stared at the floor. "I haven't seen you in the cafeteria, so I guessed you haven't eaten anything... I just thought that maybe you'd eat a chocolate, and... this is what happened... Kind of..."

Mello looked at the red hair that was falling to the direction of the ground. Only now has he noticed the unique color of his hair...

"Thank you," He said quietly. Matt lifted his head.

"What?" Now it was his turn to wonder if he heard right.

"Thank you," he repeated. Suddenly realizing what he said, he turned his head to the side, blushing. "I-I mean, for the consideration. And what you wanted to do. Don't take it as anything special, it has no big meaning."

Matt's left corner of the mouth was lifted. Taking the bar out of its hiding place, Matt extended his arm forward. "Take," He said with a cheerful face.

Mello doubted for a second, but even if it was poison, he couldn't refuse. Not a chocolate. Reaching his hand forward, he took it. He thought if to open it or not, but his stomach growled so loudly, he wondered if Matt heard it.

The melting sweetness in his mouth surprised him. He knew chocolate was good, but not that good. But thinking about it, it's probably just his hunger and the amount of time he didn't eat chocolate.

"Like it?" Matt asked. Mello nodded and took another bite.

"It's amazing," He said with a full mouth. They spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the floor, Matt handing him chocolate bars from the cabinet behind him, and Mello eating and enjoying everything, until becoming absolutely full.

"You know," He started saying in the middle of biting his second chocolate bar, "I was a bit afraid of meeting you."

It was obvious to Matt that Mello wasn't paying attention to what he said, but he didn't want to point it out. Instead, he gave him another chocolate bar. "Why?" He asked.

Mello ripped the chocolate wrap off. "Because I thought you'd talk about that day."

"That day? You mean by the lake?"

"Yep."

There was a small silence, broken by the sound of a chocolate cube disconnecting from the bar, and followed by Matt.

"I do want to talk about it, actually..." He started playing with his hands and looked down. Meanwhile, Mello stopped eating.

"Y-you... You really do?"

Matt nodded shyly. Mello took a deep breath.

"Then not here."

Mello sat with his back against the wall, head leaning on it. Matt, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the bed, back faced to the floor and the far wall.

"I don't know how to start," Said Mello after a small silence.

"Well... I have a question..."

"Ask."

"Was my point proven?"

It was quiet again, and just when Matt was sure he'll get no answer, Mello talked.

"Yes," He said. "But not because of what happened."

"You mean the kiss?"

"Don't mention it," He begged.

"OK... Then because of what?"

"The chocolate."

Matt stared at Mello, seeing how serious he was.

"You must be kidding me," He said, disbelieving.

"I'm serious. I mean, yes, it sounds stupid, but dude, it's chocolate you were willing to steal and give me."

Matt sighed. "I can't believe you..."

"Well..." Mello yawned

Noticing the eyes that were threatening to close at any second, Matt moved and sat close to Mello, just a pinkie apart.

"And... What did you think of the thing you don't want me to mention again?"

"Why are you asking this? And why the hell are you sitting so close?"

Here it came again. That feeling of Mello, when his mouth said he wanted distance, but his body just wanted to get closer to the guy next to him. He wondered that if he was a girl, he would have already been in a different relationship level with Matt.

"Hey, I'm just asking. You don't have to answer." Mello was about to agree to that idea, when Matt interrupted, "OK, you have to."

Mello yawned again. "It was..." Everything seemed like a dream to him now. So tired, so sure it wasn't real, he just said the stuff, thinking the real Matt will never know. "It was good... But don't dare to do that again, jackass..."

He leaned his head on Matt's shoulder, closing his eyes. He was awake just until Matt finished saying, "Then I'll simply cover my lips with chocolate, next time."

Mello's eyes slowly opened. He was laying down on his bed, but a weird heaviness was above his arm. In front of him was only the white close wall, so it meant the source can only be from behind. He turned his head. The face he saw was deep asleep, gentle and sweet. His red hair falling down and covering some parts of his closed eyes. His arm embracing Mello.

"WHAT THE HELL?" He yelled as he kicked Matt off the bed. He hit the floor, making a weird sound.

"Why the heck did you do that?" He complained from the floor.

"Heh, I believe I own the rights to ask the questions, perv."

Matt finally showed a part of his body. He placed one arm on the bed, leaned forward and whispered to Mello. "Not my fault you look sexy while asleep."

He fell back to the floor when the pillow hit his face. "Shut up!"

"Aahh, Mello, stop that!" He throwed the pillow back to the bed and sat up. "After all, I wasn't the one to say your name in my sleep, was I?"

Mello blushed. "I did not do that, don't make stuff up."

"Ah, but you did. In fact, you said, and I quote: "Stay, Matt... Kiss me... Touch me the-" "

"And bring the pillow back," Mello said to his friend whose face was just hit again.

Matt stood up and throwed the pillow on Mello. "You welcome."

Mello blew wind on the hair strands that fell on his right eye. "Yeah, thanks."

The redhead sat on the edge of the bed. "I think we can make it to breakfast..."

"Matt," Called Mello and checked the clock himself. He was right.

"Yeah?"

"How come you never leave, no matter what happens?"

Matt looked at him. "Didn't you understand yet?"

Mello hugged the pillow and leaned his chin on it. "If I did I wouldn't have asked, smartass."

"It's because I don't want to leave you," He said simply.

That's it?

"Ah, I thought it was something bigger."

"What do you mean? It's because I-"

"Mello?"

He grabbed the pillow. "What now?"

"I hope you are coming out today... It's getting unhealthy and you're worrying me..."

"I am," He informed the nurse. "I'm coming for breakfast."

"Ah, great. I'll take you there then, OK?"

Usually, Mello would just shut up and not complain. But not now. Not when Matt was here, where she'll see they're together early in the morning... He didn't want to take a chance of what she'll think.

"No, I can go by myself, thank you very much."

She agreed, apologized and walked away.

"Seems like she has a crush on you," He joked.

"Don't be ridiculous, she is in her thirties already..."

"Twenties, actually... And why are you bothered? She's hot."

Mello felt his face getting red, and he gave Matt a deadly stare. "What?"

"Oh, come on. It's rare to see someone with a bust that big."

"Matt."

"Yes?"

"Shut up." The pillow flew across the bed.

After brushing off all laziness (and putting the pillows back), Mello sneaked his head outside, to make sure no one is looking. He was pushed to the hallway.

"So someone would see, big deal. We just say I payed you a visit early."

"Matt," He hissed to the guy behind him, "No one ever pays me a visit."

Matt came closer and knocked on the blonde head gently. "That's because little Mells Mells is all hot-tempered."

Mello pushed his hand away. "Am not, stay quiet."

They walked and entered the cafeteria. For such a late hour, it was surprisingly full. Most eyes were on Mello, who, unexpectedly, had a friend next to him.

"Shit," He said.

Grabbing the food and sitting down, Mello made sure to sit near many kids, far away from Matt, who didn't seem bothered. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice, wrapped up in his own private conversations and friends.

It pinched his heart, but the blonde decided to ignore it.

Matt still sat behind Mello in class. It seemed like the place was permanent.

Now Mello was more focused, even if some stuff Matt did took him out of it.

When Matt passed a note, he got a weird mad-sad-annoying feeling running through his veins. When Matt answered a question instead of him and got it right, he still got mad, even if a lot less. But the thing that pissed him off the most, was when Matt would be bored, he would lean forward and start twirling Mello's hair with his pen.

"Stop it," He hissed once.

"Stop what?" Matt asked, making it clear by the sound of his voice how bored he was.

"Playing with my hair. Stop it."

"But it's fun..." He continued.

Furious, he took his hair to the front, but Matt took some back and continued twirling it.

I'm gonna hit him...

It was lunch when a girl with curly black hair and blue eyes came to Mello, asking him for a favor.

"What?" He asked, surprised.

"I... I want you to... t-tutor... me..." The red blush was bright, but almost everyone could see it.

"Sure..." He talked slowly.

"So... Can you meet me, this evening? A-after dinner, at the library?"

"Aham," He agreed.

"Thanks! Then it's a date!" She gave a little hop and walked away.

Dinner is when Matt knew about all of this.

"D-don't forget! In half an hour meet me there, ok?" She didn't even wait to a response, and ran away.

"There where?" Matt asked as they walked in the corridor.

"Library."

"Ah... What are you going to do there?"

"Tutoring, even if it was weird she said it's a date..."

Mello walked a bit more, then noticed the emptiness besides him. He stopped and turned around. Matt was staring at him.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going on a date... with her?"

"Tutoring date." He tried to make it clear.

"Sure... whatever... Anyway, I'm going to my room. good night." Matt walked away. Mello wouldn't be bothered, if Matt wasn't going the wrong direction.

After changing clothes to a simple shirt and jeans, he got out and went to the library. She didn't tell him which books to bring, so he simply guessed she'll bring the ones she wants tutoring about.

Searching, he finally found her on a distant table for two, sitting and waiting. When she saw Mello, she smiled so big and got up so fast she almost fell.

"H-hey! I didn't think you'd come!"

"And why wouldn't I?" He politely smiled back, even if he didn't really feel like being there.

"Y-yes, right... Hm... Sit!" She commanded and sat by herself.

Mello sat down and looked at all the books. "You... brought everything we learn, didn't you?"

"Of course! I need tutoring in everything!"

"I'll help you with a few, but you'll need to ask someone else for the re-"

"No!" She stopped him in the middle. "I need tutoring from Mello! Mello!"

The blonde started thinking how weird she was, but just opened a book and started.

"So, did you understand so far?"

"N-no... I need Mello reeeaally close to me to understand." She moved her chair to him, centimeter apart.

"O... K..."

He started explaining again. For some reason, at some point, she leaned on him and touched his hand. This was enough to the viewer in the corner. He smashed the book he "read" down and walked straight to them.

"Anyway..." Mello tried making her get off of him, just that he was being pulled away himself.

"It was nice for Mello to tutor you, but excuse me, I need to take him."

The hand grabbing his arm was covered with a long striped sleeve, so Mello knew who it was before looking at his face.

"What are you doing, Matt?"

He didn't answer, just pulled him until he reached his room. Opening the door, he tossed the boy inside and closed the door behind him.

"Matt, what do you wa- waa, hey, what are you doing?" He was pushed to the bed, Matt on top of him, hands on the sides of his head.

"What do you think you were doing?" Matt asked. Mello looked at him confused.

"Obviously being pulled," He responded.

"With the girl, you moron."

"I told you too many times, Matt. I was tutoring her!"

"You don't get close to the person you tutor, and don't hold hands with him."

"She was the one to get close and hold my hand... Either way, what do I care? What do you care?"

Matt looked him deadly in the eye. "I don't want you to be close to girls like that again. To anyone, in fact."

Mello got mad. Why the hell does he think he can choose who I hang out with and who not?

"Well, I'm sorry if she doesn't have a big chest like your little nurse friend!" He didn't mean it. Not completely, anyway. He was mad at the comment Matt did about the nurse, but it had nothing to do with now.

"Huh?"

"Yeah." If I start, I better finish too. "You think that nice comment of yours was framed with gold and diamonds?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"We're naming things the other did that pissed us off, didn't we? Well, here you go."

"Mello, it's different. I'm sorry you don't like my pointing out of a weird look, but here it's..." He stopped a second and took a deep breath. "Here it's jealousy," He admitted.

"Who said mine isn't?"

Suddenly Mello realised. He realised when Matt looked at other people, he got jealous, when he doesn't care for being distant from Mello, he gets jealous. "Same thing for today breakfast, sitting far from me," He remembered aloud. Matt remembered too.

"It wasn't any better when you sat far, either..."

Matt above Mello, Mello under Matt. That's how they were on the bed, staring at each other, each one hearing their own heartbeat. Matt, as usual, broke the silence.

"Mello..." Matt whispered

"... Yes?" He whispered back.

"Just promise me I'll be the only to have you?"

So this is it for now XD
Since I have to translate two episodes from an anime, it will take time, so my next chapter will be... far T.T
Just hope you enjoyed and will be waiting for the next chapter :3
~BTW, I came to the conclusion, YOHIO is a long-haired Mello o3o