Chapter 1, here we go. I hope you like it.

"Good morning, Matt," Mello said gregariously to me as he was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes to see his beautiful face. I breathed in to say what was on my mind, and quickly caught myself.

"Mello, I really do wish you would quit being so damn happy in the morning!" I said unhappily to him.

"I can't help it," he said to me. "I'm sorry if it bothers you."

I pondered that for a moment. "Don't worry about it." Mello smiled. "We had best get to breakfast," I told him quickly.

"Yes, we had. They have chocolate muffins today! Sehr gut! I've been waiting all week for this," Mello said excitedly. I blinked at him admiring how happy he looked. He had even slipped into German again, something he only did if he was really happy; it had been his second language, and he had enjoyed it so much he had begun speaking it regularly. I could never make him feel this way, I thought. I'm not good enough for him. Then I got out of bed and went into my closet to get dressed. I peered into my mirror just as I was taking off my shirt and was surprised to find Mello looking at me. Could it be… I wondered. Of course not. He could never feel that way about me. And he'd hit me if he knew I was thinking these things.

He and I walked quietly to breakfast, down the many hallways of the Wammy's orphanage. I shot quick sideways glances at him, admiring his almost feminine features that I found so beautiful. I felt like this walk was stretching on forever; I wanted to reach the entrance to the mess hall so I could at least distract myself a little from his perfect face.

"Chocolate!" he cried blissfully. I couldn't believe the almost orgasmic sensation he could achieve from chocolate. I could never compete with that. Although, with him eating chocolate all the time, I wondered how his mouth tasted.

But no. I couldn't think this way. I thanked the heavens once again that Mello couldn't read my mind.

We walked into the line for food, and prepared for a long wait. Unfortunately, due to the time to be spent on waiting, I was given free time to admire his tight clothing, although I was more concerned with what was under it. Thanks to the skintight clothing, there wasn't much more to imagine. His ass was painfully hard to miss. And, as if things weren't bad enough, it was nice. It wasn't like he had no ass, it was obviously there and was beautiful. The girls around here had noticed the same thing, although Mello had never dated a girl since he had entered Wammy's. This surprised me, since his attitude suggested he would be one to date a lot. Regrettably, in my mind, this meant that even if he were gay, he wouldn't date me.

At the beginning of the food tables, Mello was almost bouncing with excitement. "Finally!" he said. "I thought we'd never reach the food!" I grinned at that. His excitement was contagious.

"Mello, calm down. It's just breakfast. Most people aren't even this excited by sex," I choked out between laughs.

"Do you remember when I bought you that new video game console last Christmas?" He queried.

"…Yes."

"Well, this is similar to that, only… colossally less expensive. Enormously less expensive."

"That's true," I admitted in defeat.

By this time in line, we had already passed eggs, biscuits, bacon, and toast; about a meter away was the chocolate muffins. "Finally!" Mello said at a pitch that was almost a shriek. He grabbed two, stuck another in his mouth, and kept one in his hand.

"Mello, you're going to get fat later in life, so fat you'll not be able to look good in tight clothes. Your ass will change from nice to-" I quickly cut off the statement. Mello turned around and stared at me with a chocolate muffin in his mouth. I chuckled. "That came out a little differently than I had hoped it would."

"Obviously."

"Well, shall we sit our nice asses down?" I inqured.

"I think that would be good. I can only eat so much while standing," he complained. We walked over to a small square table at the far end of the cafeteria with only four seats. As he began to consume the food in an almost sexual manner, and as I watched him (it's not as though I needed to eat that much anyway), I noticed another person walking in our direction, towards our table. His white hair glinted in the sun shining from the window.

Near.

The second chapter is currently in progress. I'm writing for a couple hours a day, but I've been writing very slowly lately. It's been hard to write, for some reason.