Hello liefjis! So sorry for the delay and neglection. I had a bit of a problem with my newest Loki costume, since I am an active cosplayer, and it was taking up much of my time. Anyway, that's my crappy excuse. Onto the story. -N

*Mello is a metalinguistic Russian immigrant. The story is skipping ahead 8 years and he will be speaking different languages. I may or may not leave translations for you.*

*Matt is also metalinguistic and will be seen having conversations with Mello in either Dutch, German, English or Finnish because those are the languages he speaks. Mello is not limited to just those languages.*


"К черту То будет жарко!" The 12 year old screamed as the red head next to his forced his hand into the cold water running from the sink.

"Why would you place your hand on the stove Mels?" Matt yelled at the blonde.

"Ik weet het niet. Ik wilde!" The burned blond yelled back at his brother.

"Nou dat is een dom antwoord, vooral voor een genie." Matt said.

"Boys! What happened?"

"Mello thought it would be fun to touch the stove, again."

"Again Mello?" L scolded his son.

"I didn't know it was that hot!" Mello complained.

"C'mere, I'll wrap it. You need to stop acting so foolish Miheal." Beyond said strictly as he brushed past L to get the ace bandage.

"My name is Mello. And I can do it myself." Mello snapped at his father.

"Не говорите со мной так педик." Beyond stated, knowing only Mello could understand what he said.

"Я поговорю с вами, однако я хочу педофила." Mello said back. "Кроме того, я бы не стал оскорблять себя. Это только добавляет к моей топлива." He said as he sauntered out the door to his room, bandages in hand.

"What was that about?" Matt asked his father. Still flustered from Mello burning himself.

"Its not your place to be asking Matt." L said, while Beyond screamed "That's none of your damn business!"

Mello got out into the hall and turned his head to make sure no one was following him, before sprinting up the stairs and into his room. The door collided with the wall in a slam. Something he knew would get his fathers' attention.

"Am I your child? Or just a charity war?" Mello whispered to himself as he let his eyes finally drip salty, hot tears down his face. He went to the bathroom he shared with Matt and grabbed lotion from under the sink, he needed it for his hand.

As he sat on his window sill after wrapping his hand properly, there was a knock on the door.

"Mello? Can- Can I come in?" A voice came from the hall.

"Leave me alone Near. I don't want to talk to you." Mello answered, but the albino 10 year old was already closing the door behind him. He walked over to Mello and sat on the floor, leaning back on the wall Mello was perched upon.

"Matt's real mad. I don't know if he's mad at you, or me or Daddy or Papa, but he's mad."

"Don't be an idiot. Why the hell would he be mad at you? And he's not our 'Daddy' so stop calling him that." Mello patronized.

"I don't know. Sometimes Matt gets mad, he scares me." Near admitted, looking down. "Why do you hate Daddy so much? What did he do?"

"-'S none of your business. You wouldn't understand. Besides, its not your fault I have to deal with what I go through. Its not like you wished for it to happen. Now, get out. Can you ask Matt to come up too? I need him for something."

"I can help you Mels."

"No, and don't call me that. Just get Matt."

"Okay." Near said as he hung his head and walked out. He and his brothers were once so close. The best of friends. He remembers the day they turned from him like it was yesterday.

"Matt! Mello! Come on! It's snowing! I wanna go sled!" 6 year old Near screamed happily to his brothers, who were more like his best friends. He slammed his hands down on their door and called their names again.

Inside the bedroom, Matt was tending to Mello's hair, tying the long golden locks into a ponytail as L wrapped Mello's hand carefully. God only knows what happened, Mello wouldn't tell anyone, but one minute, Beyond and Mello were talking in the kitchen, the rest of the family in the living room, and the next Mello was screaming bloody murder and Beyond was yelling at him. Lawliet had assumed Mello was being oblivious and had placed his hand on the stove, not realizing it was on. While Matt had suspicions about that theory, knowing Mello would never do that.

Near looked at the door again, and put his small hand on the knob, though when he tried to open it, he realized, it was locked. Why would they lock him out? Did they not like him anymore? Questions ran through Near's head and he sulked back into his room to get out of his snow suit.

Mello continued to sob as Matt hugs him, burying his face into Mello's neck. L frowned sympathetically and ran his hand through Mello's ponytail. He hugged both of the boys and kissed Mello on his forehead before leaving the room.

Near sat on his bed holding a picture of Mello, Matt and himself. It was a year old, but that didn't matter to the 6 year old. On Near's face was a huge smile, on his left was Mello, on his right Matt. They both hugged Near from each side and though you couldn't see it in the photo, they held their hands clasped tightly to the others. Looking back on this now, Near realized that this wasn't a photo of him with his brothers. This was a photo of his brothers, and their pesky 5 year old brother.

"Mels? You needed me?"

"No, I just wanted you." Mello said as he walked up to the red head and hugged him tightly. Matt smirked into his shoulder as he squeezed Mello's lithe body in his, longer, stronger arms. Mello sighed in contentment at the feel of Matts arms around him. Safety.

"Je had me net gebeld. Ik zou zijn gekomen."

"Wilde niet."

"Lazy ass." Matt laughed. Mello whined but didn't argue. "You put your hand on the stove. Why?"

"I've been doing that since we were 8 Matt. Its nothing new."

"You didn't put your hand on the stove that time though, did you Mello?" Matt stared at Mello, their eyes connecting. Mello's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open slightly, Matt took his chin, and shut his mouth as Mello continued to stare.

"That's none of your business. It was 4 years ago Matt. Just let it go."

"Mello, I wish you would just let me in. I want to protect you. I want to help you."

"I don't need protection or help Matt. Nothing is going on. Please, believe me?"

And Matt did.