(A/N) So I am sorry about taking longer to update than I initially believed I would but I was ridiculously busy this last week. I work two jobs and go to school. School may be out right now (starting next week) but it did only release last Friday. I spent the majority of the week studying my new books practicing new techniques.

On a good note: I'm taking a creative writing course this term so my writing should improve ridiculously.

Fans of Matt rejoice! Fans of the Wammy's boys in the Wammy's era...rejoice more!! Ahead lies Matt, Mello and Near interaction. I chose Matt as the representative character for this chapter because y'know he just seems like the type who would be a creation of what was around him. To me, Matt is definitely a product of his environment.

Shout-out's:Thank you's to...Bialy, death to pink, and Volital. Thank you my amazingly wonderful reviewers.

Warning: Matt and Mello's language, my pathetic attempts at being funny, very slight shonen-ai, possible shota-ness but ONLY if you squint and tilt your head back and forth like a donkey.

Disclaimer: I don't know, I honestly don't think anyone would be dumb enough to believe that I owned Death Note (or Nintendo)(especially not after I spent half of the A/N ranting about college and work). But just in case...I don't own it.

Summary: Matt had always been comfortable in the position of third place. There he was free to use his skills to do whatever he wanted, whatever interested him.

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Word Prompt: B is for...Bricolage

Bricolage: a construction made of whatever materials are at hand; something created from a variety of available things; the use of multiple, diverse research methods.

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'First and second place were no good.' Matt's thoughts careened wildly, violently, out of control, in a direct contrast to his relaxed position. 'In those lofty places too much focus was placed on grooming you to succeed L, and your own dreams were shoved aside, put away in a cardboard box to examine on rainy days.'

To the gamer it had been nothing but a relief when Near had come to Wammy's, knocking both him and Mello down in the rankings. Well it had been a relief excluding the blonde's homicidal reactions, and the fact that he and Mello were called up on the carpet almost immediately after Near arrived, and they'd never really left the carpet; those incidents didn't lend much to the peacefulness of the gamer's new existence.

The gamer's eyes narrowed as a villainous knight took a wide sweeping strike toward Matt's head. The tip of the redhead's tongue poked out as he rolled onto his stomach, pressing buttons furiously on his Game Boy.

"Got you, you stupid fucker! I just totally pwned your ass!" He crowed rather loudly, much to the displeasure of his irritated roommate.

"MATT! Shut up! I'm trying to fucking study!!" The blonde looked up from behind the huge pile of books littering his desk. Matt fell silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the room were the crinkling of the blonde's chocolate wrappers, and the high pitched annoying beeping of the redhead's video games. 



The steady beeping faltered suddenly as Matt exploded with a yell.

"GOT YOU, YOU BLONDE SON OF A BITCH!!" Mello's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing furiously. Mello slammed his book shut violently. He stalked over to Matt, who gave no indication that he'd even noticed that Mello had ever moved. Without a word, Mello had plucked the handheld gaming system out of Matt's hands, stormed over to the door and thrown it out into the hallway.

The expression on Matt's face was comical to the extreme as he ran out of the room scooping up his "baby," cradling it with a fatherly look of love. He whispered to it lovingly.

"Daddy's got you. Mean old Mello'll never hurt you again baby." He became aware that Mello was watching him from the doorway with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Matt's expression twisted into one of ULTIMATE doom as he stomped over to the door. Mello slammed the door shut, and turned the latch, locking Matt out.

"Mello! Let me IN! What the hell were you THINKING! You could have BROKEN it! Open the god damned door you jackass!!" Matt's howls were beginning to draw a small crowd of people gathering in the hallway, still maintaining a safe distance from the enraged gamer. The crowd soon drew Roger to the hallway. He stood staring at the normally placid heir who occupied third place with an expression of growing horror. He snapped out of his horror, walking briskly over to the skinny gamer. He picked Matt up off the ground, holding him in the crook of his arm, as he led the shouting gamer away.

"Matt. Stop this right now. Let Mello study in peace." Roger said this in the calm authoritative voice that could be used to garner the attention of any orphan in the place. Matt got really quiet as he looked at Roger.

"Either you go outside and do...something or stay inside and play...quietly. If you don't then you are going to go outside and you will stay there until dinnertime." Matt got a mutinous expression on his face as he walked away from the old man.

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Matt slunk out of the main play area, his irritation showing plainly on his face. 'Can't any of these annoying twits understand the word 'no?' It really isn't a hard concept. I'm not going to let them play with my baby.' He wandered throughout the hallways, trying to think of a place where none of the children in the orphanage would harass him, asking him to borrow his Gameboy. He stopped moving; realizing the one place no one would bother him.

'Mello'll give me hell about this later but...he's the jerk who kicked me out of the room.' Matt shrugged his shoulders as he made his way to the smallest playroom. The one that none of the other children, except Linda, used. The one where Near had his toys set up. Matt wasn't a particularly big fan of the albino sheep. But he definitely wasn't as vehemently opposed to Near's existence as Mello was. Granted the genial gamer wasn't ever going to be as vehement as Mello about anything, but still...Matt's opinion on the little genius who resembled a cotton-swab, was quite simply he didn't have one...

Matt pushed open the door leading to Near's personal playroom. He stuck his head in, shrugging his shoulders as Near looked up.

"Do you mind if I stay in here? Mells kicked me out of our room, and no one will bother me in here..." Near gave a curt nod, before turning back to play with his finger puppets. Matt jammed his hands in his pockets, looking at Near.

"Mello will not be happy about this." Near murmured not even looking at the gamer, as he settled himself on the ground a halfway across the room.

"...Oh well..." The steady beeping of his video games soon filled the room.

"Why does Matt like video games so much?" Near looked up at Matt who was biting his tongue, lying on his back and twisting around like an animal in serious pain.

"Why do you...god damn it you little bastard...like...I am soo going to vaporize you, you fucking annoying little demon...those creepy finger puppets so much?" Matt finished his sentence with a self-satisfied smirk as he set his Game Boy down with a dull 'thunk.'

"Matt is aware that those games are inanimate objects, and as such are not capable of reacting to his insults, or talking back to him." Matt scowled at the creepy little boy.

"Near realizes that his habit of referring to people in the third person when they are talking to him is exceptionally creepy, right?" Near's face remained smoothly devoid of expression.

"Matt is aware that he is descending into Mello-like habits by insulting my mannerisms, yes?"

"Near realizes that his attempts to evade my questions are irritating and immature, yes?" Near let a scowl cross his face.

"Matt needs to stop copying me, he is diminishing his own intelligence by constantly aping what I do."

"Fine." The two boys froze as they heard the distant sound of Mello tearing through the orphanage searching for Matt.

"Bye Near. Duty calls."

"Goodbye Matt. I hope to see you again soon."

"You know it." Matt gave his trademark grin as he left the room just as Mello's voice let out a screeching summons.

"MATT!!"

"Ah...I'm comin'...I'm comin'" The redhead ambled to where Mello was tearing around Wammy's.

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Okay I feel the need to explain myself. I can see Near and Matt having a secret friendship, barring Mello finding out. The verbal sparring comes from my friend's ex-boyfriend and mine's relationship. The two of us are friends as long as the two of them don't have to see one another, just as the two of them are friends, so long as they don't have to see one another. He and I argue and verbally spar constantly and that is the main reason we are friends. Verbal sparring is exceptionally good for bonding.

Next chapter:

C is for...chthonic: Of or pertaining to the deities, spirits, and other beings dwelling under the earth.

Next chapter's main player: Ryuk

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