Hey everyone, so this is another chapter of this little story. I'll keep the chapter a little short as I'd like to use it as an introduction to the fanfic. The action starts now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

I must have some kind of a power fetish. No, there is a better, more logical explanation for what's happening to me. Dreams do not represent anything directly – never. I've once read that dreaming of a car accident does not mean that you will experience one, but that you are under a lot of stress. It's just my frustration with that little weirdo showing through my dreams. That fact that he makes me feel like a complete idiot, which I'm not! I don't WANT to do any STUFF with HIM. Mello felt his ears burning at the thought of the dream he experienced that morning. He bit his lip tasting the remainder of the chocolate he ate only a couple of moments before his maths lesson. I don't want to suck him off… But the way he lost control. A weak moan escaped from his mouth, but thankfully the class was too loud to hear it, except from a couple of people maybe.

No. He had to stop paying so much attention to him. Of course, seeing the list of results where Near ranked first and Mello always took the shameful second place or hearing about how fucking brilliant Near was motivated the blue eyed boy to become better. It worked like a stimulant, but it was so damn destructive to him too. Whenever someone mentions the white haired boy around Mello in an at least slightly positive way, the blonde feels the untamed urge to beat the living shit out of them. No. He reminded himself again. The time he spent on thinking about that little fuck could be used in a more productive way – like revising. He was sure Near didn't give a shit about Mello. Heck! Near didn't even want to look at Mello, as if he was some unworthy scum. Every time the blonde tried to make eye contact the other boy acted like he hasn't seen it and went back to playing with his stupid toys. That pissed him off senseless too.

"Hey Mello" he heard a whisper, he recognised the voice straight away. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Matt" answered darkly Mello. He's known the red-head for years now, but he couldn't tell him what was happening. He knew of the one sided rivalry between him and Mello, but not about the dreams and his other thoughts.

"Do you want to sneak out for a couple of drinks with other guys tonight?" The relationship Matt and Mello had with the rest of the Wammy's House was rather unusual. In the past it was Mello who was always surrounded by friends and Matt would be the shy one to escape to the virtual world, but they always stuck together. After a couple of years – or after Near beat him for the first time, Mello gradually started becoming more and more isolated. His world was separated into a couple of parts: L, himself, Matt, Roger, Near and the rest of the world. Each of those relationships was completely different and he liked it that way.

"Mello." His voice got louder as Mello saw the teacher's eyes starting at the two of them. He kept her stare for a couple of seconds until she moved on.

"Not tonight, I need to prepare for the geography test." He replied quickly, but not quickly enough as the devilish eyes of the older woman were back on them.

"Matt, Mello I wish to speak to you after the lesson." She demanded with a rasp probably caused by the excessive smoking. Mrs Wilson was probably the only person in the orphanage who smoked more than his gamer friend.

"Thanks arsehole." Muttered the blonde.

Soon enough the bell rang and the two boys made their way to the angry looking female teacher.

"Are you aware of the fact that this is the third time this week that I've caught you two chatting during my lesson?" she asked. "You can be sure that there will be consequences. I am going to inform Roger about-" she suddenly stopped clearly reading something on the laptop screen.

"Mello, I've just been informed, Roger wants to see you in his office right now. You should go immediately, we will pick this conversation up next lesson. Dismissed."

The boys looked at each other surprised as the teacher quickly rushed towards the doors.

"I better go then" said Mello nervous. "See you later"

"See you Mels" replied the other boy quietly.

The blonde walked anxiously along the main corridor. I wonder what Roger wants from me. Mrs Wilson looked concerned… I'd go as far as worried. He hesitated when he reached the wooden door. Took a couple of deep breaths and laughed at himself. Why are you nervous you idiot? It's just Roger. He opened the door and saw three figures. An old man, a boy dressed in white only and a black-haired detective Mello aspired to be like. L.

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