BeforeNote: Woops, this should have been updated on the thirty-first. Heh, I've been caught up in a lot of shit, and I've been sick. Well, here's the third chapter.
Warnings: Implied sexual themes, but remember, this isn't a yaoi or romance. It's kind of a beginning into Mello's story before Wammy's.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
The drive to Wammy's was not very far, and in fact, it was only an hour's drive from where Matt's former residence was. Mail looked out the car window at the trees as they drove by. There were so many, and reached up high and all, almost looking like they could toch the sky.
'Touch the sky.' Matt thought to himself. 'Someday, I'm going to touch the sky. No one will be able to stop me.' The six year old daydreamed of one day flying towards the sun, feeling fresh air hitting his face, and leaving all of his problems behind for good. He was soon brought out of his daytime fantasy, when Watari stopped the car and announced that they were at their destination.
"This is it, Mail. This is Wammy's," Watari said gently. "I've established this place myself. Now, come along. We are going to meet the caretaker and my most trusted friend."
Matt said nothing as he opened the car door, and got out, only nodding his head. Watari took the boy's suitcases, which were tiny, even for a child, and led him inside.
The two walked down many halls for what seemed like a long time, and finally, they stopped in front of a door, which seemed to be the only one in the small corridor. Watari opened the door, allowing Mail to step inside first, then followed.
"Roger," Watari began, "I have a new boy."
Roger, another old man, turned around in his big office chair, and smiled a bit at the boy. The smile, however, seemed forced.
"Quillsh, it seems like every month you have someone new." Roger said, but he wasn't upset by it.
Chuckling, Watari led Mail to the chairs in front of Roger's desk, and the two sat down. Mail waited quietly while Watari dug around in his briefcase for Mail's paperwork, and handed them to Roger. "His name is Mail, and he's extremely intellingent."
"Hn," was Roger's only reply as he looked through the papers. "Have you given him a new name?"
Watari looked down at Mail, and told him, "Here, you will have a new name. You must keep your real name a secret from everyone. Your new name will be Matt. How does that sound?"
Mail, now Matt, nodded his head with a small smile, seeming to approve of his new identity.
"Now, Roger, I must inform you that Matt has had a previous drug problem. Heroin, to be exact."
Roger looked a little shocked. It wasn't every month that a new orphan was brought in with drug problems. "When was the last time..." he asked, trailing off.
"This morning. It hasn't been going on for a while, but he will still experience withdrawals."
Roger looked at Matt with what seemed like sadness in his eyes, and turned back to Watari. "I will take him to the infirmary straight away then. The nurse should have some kind of tea to flush out his system."
"Thank you, Roger. I must head back to Japan now. Oh, and Matt; you'll like it here, I promise. Things will certainly be much better for you." With that said, Watari headed towards the door, and walked out.
"Ok, Matt. I'll take you to the infirmary, and then I'll show you your room." Roger said, while picking up Matt's suitcases. They soon were out the door and walking down more endless hallways.
The infirmary was not all that bad. The nurse, a middle-aged woman with a kind, old face, was very sweet and friendly, and didn't judge or look down harshly at Matt once she was informed of his drug use. The tea, however, was quite nasty, and Matt nearly choked on it.
"Now now, dear. It's ok. This tea will help calm the withdrawals," the nurse had said. She smiled at Matt, and gently patted his leg. "We're done here, Roger."
"Thank you, Annie."
"Be sure he comes in again for another cup," and she chuckled lightly at the look of horror on Matt's face.
Roger and Matt only walked down two more corridors until they reached Matt's new room. They stopped in front of a wooden door, and before Matt went inside, Roger spoke to him.
"Matt, your roommate's name is Mello. He has a bit of temper, so try not to get on his bad side, alright? Oh, and he's one year older."
Matt nodded, and Roger opened the door to the room.
"Mello, you have a new roommate." Roger said to a blond child who was layind on a bed in the corner, big book in hand and a piece of choclate in his mouth. "His name is Matt. Try not to scare him off, alright?"
Mello only shrugged, and Roger set Matt's belongings down before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
Matt took in his new surroundings, and placed his things on the other bed that was on the right side of the room. He began to unpack his suitcases, when the blond child spoke up.
"So, how old are you?" Mello asked, now standing in front of his bed and eyeing Matt weirdly.
Matt internally shuddered, and said, "six."
"Hmm. Six, huh? I'm seven, but it should work."
At this, Matt was confused and slightly scared. Shakily, he asked, "W-what should work?"
Mello smiled, and slowly began walking towards Matt. "Well, you'll see." He smirked, and began slipping his shirt off. "Can I offer you my services?"
AfterNote: Umm, woah. Next chapter will be Mello's story.
