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I sat in the room, working on my homework when my mind drifted off to the memory of Mello and the white haired kid in the hall. Seeing them together, especially Mello's happy face pained my heart. I would never be able to make Mello smile that genuinely. Not ever. Not when I'm pretending to be disabled. I smiled sadly and droplets of water dampened my paper. I gasped, wiping the drops away when the door opened. I tried my hardest not to look up at the newcomer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted that it was Roger. He was carrying a suitcase and walked on over to Mello's closet. What was going on and why was Roger stuffing Mello's clothes in that suitcase? Was he going somewhere? I got up and tugged at the old man's suit. He was quite surprised by my presence.

I took a pad out of my jacket and wrote on it. I gave the pad to the old man where he read it and motioned for the pencil in my hand. I gave it to him and he wrote something back. I looked down at his message:

Why are you taking Mello's clothes? – Matt

Mello's moving out of this room – Roger

I looked up at the old man worriedly. Why was he moving out? Did he not like me? He chuckled lightly as if to reassure himself of the situation. Then he went back to packing Mello's clothes, cleaning out Mello's chocolate bars and everything else that had belonged to the blond. All was left in the room was my stuff and Mello's now empty bed.

For the first time since I came here, I never felt this lonely. It was as if the person close to me was leaving me to fend for myself in this building full of lions. I could just imagine them doing horrible things to me now that Mello isn't by my side to protect me.

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The next few days, I saw Mello less and less, but more and more with the white haired kid. Rejection hurts and seeing them together made it even worse. In class there was talk about Mello and this person Near. That they were considered enemies who'd do anything to beat the other of something, but now have become best of friends or maybe even more. I wanted to meet this Near person, maybe he could help me get Mello back.

Class was finally over and on the way back to my room, I heard two boys talking about Near and I wanted to know more about the person. I walked up to them and tapped one of them on the shoulders. They looked at me and glared before muttering some words that I found offensive but I didn't say anything. I was left alone in the hallway until a voice spoke up behind me,

" You must be deaf Matt," I pretend to not hear him, then he added, " why don't you speak up? No one's here to listen. We're alone."

I was shocked. Someone knew my secret? I turned slowly around and found myself standing in front of the white haired kid that I saw Mello with lately.

" Y-You know?" I croaked. Not speaking for a long time made my throat weird.

" Yes, I've known since you came here. Why do you prolong this?" the kid wondered. I was about to answer when a voice interrupted us. It was Mello.

" There you are Near…" Mello stopped next to the white haired kid to see me, his old roommate here too, "…and Matt." The blond turned to the white haired kid and told him that they needed to finish their project and that they were wasting precious time dilly-dallying out in the halls. Near was pulled along with the blond away and down the hall. I could only watch as they disappeared around the corner. A tear slipped down my cheeks as I continued on to my room.

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" What were you talking to Matt about?" the blond wondered as he and Near walked back to their rooms. Near looked up at the blond,

" Why?"

" N-Nothing! I was just wondering why you would talk to him of all people?!" Mello cried hopefully erasing the blush that had suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

" I don't know. He seems like a tortured soul. That's it. I was just curious," Near answered. He opened the door and they both walked in.

" Hmm…" Mello thought. He took out a chocolate bar from his bedside table and bit into it.

" Well… you keep thinking about it because I'm not telling you anything else," Near stated and he left to the bathroom that they shared and closed it with a click.

The blond sat on the edge of his bed, thinking. He continued to sit thinking even when Near came out of the shower.

" Wow. You must be slow," Near stated, catching Mello off guard.

" What the hell does that mean, Near?!"

" If you can't figure for yourself, then there's no reason to tell you, now is there?" Near replied walking over his books and flipping it open.

" I'm going to sleep after I take a shower," Mello announced. Near looked up at his roommate,

" Oh yeah, let the little kid do all the work."

" Near. Do you know that you sounded weird just now?" Mello pointed out to the albino kid. Near continued to read through the textbook on a section about Tardy George McClellan and the Peninsula Campaign. (1) Mello sighed knowing that he couldn't get through to Near so he went to take a shower.

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I sat up in bed like I did every night and looked over at the empty bed across from me. Even though we didn't talk much, Mello and I, I still felt as though I was missing a part of myself that day when he left. I let out a sigh, tomorrow would be a new day and another day of not seeing Mello. But then there's Near. I couldn't believe what had happened in the halls earlier on today.

The person that I was looking for had came to me and said that he knew my secret. He was the person that was enemies with Mello many years ago. But why friends now? Why did they become friends all of a sudden? Just whom can I talk to that knows what happened? Then the thought came to me. I hopped off my bed and rushed out of the room, down the hall and over to the big wooden door. I opened it and the headmaster looked up, seeing as it was me he ushered me over and I sat in the seat opposite of him.

Looking around, he pushed a notepad in front of me,

What are you doing up so late, Matt? – Roger

I was wondering if I could ask you something? – Matt

Sure. What is it? – Roger

I wanted to know why Mello decided to room with Near – Matt

I'm sorry I can't help you with that, Matt. Mello didn't give me any reason – Roger

I sat there, quiet. Mello didn't give a reason to leave me? But everything was perfect until…

Flashback

" Oblivious to what?" Mello growled. The boy got out of his seat and strolled by the blond and stopped at his side before leaning close and whispered,

" Oblivious to the fact that this mere prank has brought out your weak side. Really Mello, I didn't think that falling in love would make you so weak. It's so much fun watching your defenses crumble," the boy then walked out of the room after a yelling from the teacher to come back. I looked up at Mello and he refused me meet my eyes.

End of Flashback

It must've been him! What was his name again? Raito? No…it was Kaito!

Roger, do you know Yuu Kaito's room number? – Matt

Yes, but why do you need it? - Roger

I need to ask him something – Matt

All right. It's Room 524 – Roger

Thank you – Matt

I got up and bowed my head to leave and left the room. I headed down the hallways to the stairs where I walked up a couple of stairs to the fifth floor. From there, I searched for the designated room. A few minutes later, I found it. The music beyond the room was blaring of hardcore metal and the lights were on. I knocked on his door timidly, but it wasn't enough to be heard from the other side, so I started banging the door and the music was turned down to a minimum and I immediately backed up. The door opened and in stood the doorway was Kaito.

" Oh, it's you. I thought it was Headmaster Roger coming to scold me again," Kaito muttered to himself. I cocked my head to the side as if I didn't hear him. He glared at me and then took a peek out in the halls. Seeing as no one was out, he pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. Terror rose in me and I was on high alert. Me alone in his room with Kaito was a big problem.

But he didn't make a move to attack me. Instead, he went over to his backpack and dug through it and come out with a piece of paper and a pen. He tossed the two items at me and waited. I wrote down the question that plagued my mind:

Few days ago in the classroom what did you say to Mello? – Matt

Why should I tell you? Are you in love with him? – Kaito

I looked up terrified at the blue streaked haired boy and shook my head. I scrambled to write some more, hoping he could answer my questions about the blond.

Then could you tell me why he decided to bunk with Near his rival of all time? – Matt

How should I know? The guy's weird at times – Kaito

But… it could be because I know his secret – Kaito

Secret? Mello had a secret that Kaito knows about? A secret that would send him to Near? I guess there was more to Mello than I had thought.

Creak… Thump…Thump…

My eyes widen, but pretend to not hear the noise. Kaito on the other hand had heard it and pushed me under the covers on his bed as a knock was on the door.

" Yes?" Kaito replied.

" Go to sleep, Kaito."

" Yes, Headmaster," Kaito replied and then turned off the lights. I was about to get out, but a hand kept me in place. Kaito wasn't letting me go and I was trapped in Yuu Kaito's room for the rest of the night.

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A/N: Whoo! I think I'm on a roll… I think…Hmm…oh well. Please read and review!

(1) While I was writing, the word History came to mind and so I decided to use it in the story. Seeing as I don't have History class yet, I asked my siblings if they have their history book and I was thankful that my bro did. So I borrowed his textbook and flipped open to a random page and wrote down the headline of a little section that I found. So yeah, it was a random pick. Don't expect me to tell you what it's about…cuz I don't know.