Me: Hello! The time has come for chappie 3!

Near: Will I actually be in this one?

Me: Yes, Near. Now shut up and pay attention.

Wolf: Why? So he can learn what a terrible person I am?

Me: … You're still mad about the whole "killed your own father" thing, aren't you?

Wolf: Just a little.

Me: Thought so. Well you, can deal with it.

Near: Is this what they call a "cat fight?"

Me: …

Wolf: …

Me: Near, you do know you're completely oblivious to the everyday world, don't you?

Near: I've been told that, yes.

Me: Okay. Just makin' sure.

Wolf: He doesn't know anything...

Me: On another matter entirely, in response to ihasanidea... I can in fact be a pretty sick person. But you're wrong about the last part, I just really love plot twists... they just make the story so much more interesting! Anyways... on with the story!

Near stared up at the ceiling and thought about the new girl. Something about her wasn't right. Was it her eyes? The ones that were as gold as the sun? No... it wasn't the eyes themselves, it was the look in her eyes. She'd acted immature and happy, but the look in her eyes told Near a different story.

Her eyes were broken eyes. When he looked at those strange eyes, he saw the look of someone who knew true misery, misery unlike any he'd ever seen.

They were the eyes of someone who'd seen death.

He knew plenty of people who'd recently seen a loved one die, but those sad eyes were nothing compared with these. What had Wolf seen to break her heart so much as to where Near would notice it? Near sucked at reading people... especially girls.

"Fuck it," he muttered. "I was probably just imagining things. There's no way I could notice emotion in someones eyes; I can't even tell emotion on peoples' faces! It was probably some weird trick of the light."

And after finally convincing himself his mind was playing tricks on him, Near fell asleep.

[Just pretend I am a line]

The next day, Near rose even earlier then usual and walked into the dining room. To his surprise, Wolf was already up, munching on a large helping of bacon and sausage.

"Mornin' Near," she mumbled around a mouthful of sausage.

"Good morning, Wolf. I must say I'm surprised; I thought I was the earliest riser here."

"I'm insomniac," Wolf said. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep in years."

"Ah," Near said, pouring himself some cereal.

He sat down next to Wolf, and she looked startled.

"Something wrong?" he asked, confused.

""N-no, it's just... no one has sat next to me to eat in along time."

Now Near was surprised. "Why?"

Wolf paused. "Because I'm weird," she sighed. "My eyes are weird, my sleeping habits are weird, my personality is weird. I've always been an outcast. I haven't had a real friend since I moved here three years ago."

"Well I think that's stupid. I happen to like your eyes."

Wolf blushed. "Th-thanks..."

Near smiled. The two finished their breakfast in silence, and finished at the same time. As they went to put their dishes in the sink, some of the other orphans started getting up. Wolf, who was still in her puppy pajamas, went to her room to get changed. She came back in a light gray shirt and baggy blue jeans, her hands in her pockets.

The two headed to the same playroom as last night, and started trying to finishing finish their dice tower.

A minute later, Wolf heard a snap! behind her, and whirled around. A young blond boy was standing there, munching a chocolate bar. He was wearing all black clothes, and there was a wooden rosary around his neck.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Mello," he said. "What's your name?"

"I'm Wolf."

"Watcha doin'?" Mello asked.

"Uhhh... building a dice tower, what's it look like?" she said. Honestly, what else could this possibly be?

The boy called Mello obviously didn't like her smart-allic comment.

"Listen girlie, you're new, so I'll give you a warning: don't talk back to me. When I ask you something, you will answer correctly."

Now Wolf was pissed. "I do not take orders from stuck up, over confident blonds," she said, staring Mello straight in the eye. "I don't give a damn what you say, ask me a stupid question, I'll give you a stupid answer."

The other kids in the room gasped. No one who'd talked to Mello like that had gotten away without a beating. Mello, face livid pulled back his fist and punched. But at the last second, Wolf ducked, grabbed the blond's arm, swung him around, grabbed his other arm, and suddenly she was behind him, both hands holding his arms in a unbreakable grip, one foot on his back. She looked almost as if she were about to pull the stunned blond's arms out of their sockets.

"Lesson one," she said, "never let your opponent get behind or underneath you." She released his arms, and he spun around to face her.

"H-how'd you do that...?" he asked.

She laughed. "I've had my share of fights. You seem to have, too, but judging from your over-confidence, you've never had the shit beaten out of you before. One can only learn from mistakes."

Near stared at Wolf. She was half a head shorter than Mello, small and skinny, but she'd just handed him his ass on a platter.

What the hell was with this girl?

Mello shook his head. Finally he looked back up at Wolf and smiled.

"Will you teach me how to fight like that?" he asked.

Wolf grinned. "Sure!"

Me: Hmmm... that was a bit fluffy, wasn't it?

Near: Just a little.

Me: Oh, well. I can't think of any thing. According to the last chapter, it's still a while till full moon...

Wolf: Ummm... should you be saying that?

Me: I see no problem with it.

Wolf: Okay... whatever you say, oh masterful creator.

Me: Smart-allic. Anyway. Sorry to all you Mello fans out there who weren't happy with Wolf kicking his ass. See, I needed Wolf to have a fight with someone to show she was unnaturally strong, and who better to fight with than Mello? I love Mello, too, and love all Mello fans... for instance my dear friend Olivia, who I love very much and I know would never come to my house in the middle of the night to seek revenge in me for hurting her beloved blond... right? Heh... heh... heh... -afraid of mello-obsessed wrath-

Wolf: Well, while my fearless creator is cowering in the emo corner, I remind you she owns nothing but me.

Near: And I'm sure she'd also say something like, "Pwease read and review, lovely readers! :D"

Wolf: …

Near: Her words not mine.

Wolf: … Okay then. Thank you for reading, and please enjoy these Mello plushies ElricLawliet meant to give you for reading. Have a nice life!