I don't own Death Note.
Ooh, update. I should probably be working on my other stories, but. . . X D
Place: The Orphanage
Time: around noon
Ages: 12(Matt) and 13(Mello)
POV: Matt's
Every day in Wammy's orphanage, the air conditioning or heater would turn on or off at four hour intervals. And every time before either of them turned on, the lights would flicker for but a few seconds.
Why am I telling you this? Well, one day, I found Mello holding his hand and glaring at it angrily.
"Uh, Mel, are you okay?" I asked. He looked up at me and waved his hand around, then stuck his finger in his mouth. I gave him an odd look.
"Marci's flat iron burnt me." he said flatly, taking his finger out of his mouth.
"How badly? You should put that in some ice water. I'll go get a band-aid." Health class can be useful sometimes.
He shrugged and followed me to the closest bathroom, where he pulled up his sleeve and held his hand under the tap. I found a band-aid in one of the many medical kits in the cabinet under the sink.
Mello dried his hand off, and I pulled his hand over to me, against his protests, to put the bandage on.
The moment I did, the lights flickered. Unthinkingly, I pulled his hand up to my lips and kissed it.
The room lit up again. Mello was looking at me, shocked. I was pretty sure I looked worse than he did.
I felt my face heating up. I dropped his hand and ran out of the bathroom, down the hall to my room.
What've I done? I remember asking myself while tears blurred my vision.
Eight hours later of miserable sulking in the corner and trying to figure out if I could fix everything, Mello opened the door to my room.
He stood in front of me. I cowered under his stare.
"It doesn't hurt any more, you know." he said, holding up his finger. I gulped.
Mello leaned down closer to me, and then the lights turned off. And he kissed me on the head.
When they came back on, I looked up at him, speechless.
"It's second dinner time." He held out a hand (the one that wasn't burnt) and helped me up.
A few moments of silent walking later, I said, "Look Mel, I'm sorry about what happened-"
"Don't be." he cut me off, crossing his arms and turning away from me.
Through a veil of blonde hair, I thought I saw his face turn a nice shade of pink.
Oi. This took me a little while to write. Welp, about the second dinner thing? At our school, we split lunches into two because our school was so big. I imagined the House doing that. : P Reviews appreciated. ^_^ More will be up soon, just gotta rack my brains for some cute ideas. Also, THANKS MISS BRIGHT FOR 1ST REVIEW! COOKIES FOR YOU! GYAH! *spazzes* Welp, ciao! : D
