AU genderswitch. A MattxMello story. Girl!Matt. Matt arrives at Wammy's and everyone assumes she's a he.
Disclaimer : I own Death note... not.
The other kids at Wammy's didn't take to me. To be fair, they didn't really take to strangers at all. But I'd already been punched by Mello and everyone took that as a hint to really avoid me. Plus it was pretty obvious that there was some really intense competition between the kids at Wammy's. It was also incredibly obvious that none of these genii considered me to be a threat in their little competition. I was kinda insulted.
Anyway, the first class we had was with this old guy called Mr Toray. He was an old man with a silver horse-shoe and a very slow and laboured manner of speaking. He insisted on doing a role-call at the start of every class. It was pretty bad 'cause I always ended up laughing my ass off at the names he read out. Turned out, the name Mello was pretty tame. Ulysses, Karate, Friday and Yahtzee were my favourites. Names not people. I didn't like the people.
Mr Toray stoically ignored me throughout the entire lesson, only raising his voice and speaking with a sharper tone if I was giggling. Then at the end of the lesson he simply swept out of the room without even saying goodbye to the class. He was strange. Mello, who had ignored me during the lesson too, jumped out of his seat at the front of the classroom and stormed to where I was lounging in my chair at the back of the room. All eyes followed him.
"Do you think you're some sort of bloody comedian? You'd better shut up if you know what's good for you." he hissed.
I didn't really know what to say. Roger's lack of concern for me that morning spoke volumes. Obviously no one was going to stop Mello from beating me to a bloody pulp if he felt like it. I wanted to tell Mello to get fucked but my aching lip reminded me that Mello had a short temper. I thought that maybe silence was the best policy. This theory was thrown out the window approximately three seconds later when Mello hit me anyway. I fell off my chair and onto my ass. Bastard.
"What the hell?" It wasn't my greatest come-back.
The rest of the class was tittering under their breath at the sight of someone other than them being on the receiving end of Mello's wrath.
"What Mello is trying to communicate is that your laughter is very distracting." Near was the only child still facing the front of the room, his eyes focused on a book in front of him.
The kids' laughter died out immediately. Mello's expression was positively murderous as he turned to look at Near. Honest to god, if looks could kill, we would have been attending Near's funeral later the same day. I hadn't heard about the whole Near and Mello rivalry at this point but it was instantly obvious that Mello hated this kid, possibly more than he hated me. It's pretty bad, but I was kinda glad that I wasn't number one on Mello's hate list.
In the afternoon, we had compulsory physical education. Genii don't take kindly to exercise. I include myself in that generalisation. I exclude Mello. Mello was blessed with brains and brawn. Asshole. I wasn't bad at physical exercise, I just prefered not to do it 'cause I'm lazy.
That day we were playing football. Soccer to you Americans. I'd never really played before and I wasn't good. So it was by pure chance that I scored a goal. I'd spent most of the game avoiding the ball as much as possible. Mello was out to get me 'cause somehow Near had managed to skip the class. Damn Near. The ball kept whizzing past my head when I was no where near the play. Needless to say, Mello was carrying his team to an easy victory. Then he kicked the ball at my head again while I was facing the other way and wasn't paying attention. It was pure chance that the ball ricocheted off the back of my head and into the goal.
Mello was not happy. He screamed bloody murder at the goal keeper for not stopping the goal and gave me the death glare he'd given Near earlier as he started ranting about how I hadn't even done anything.
"That's so bloody stupid! You weren't even doing anything! That was nothing! You didn't even really score it, you just got in the fucking way!"
"Mello!" that was the teacher's attempt to stop Mello swearing.
"If Matt was in no way responsible for the goal, then does that not make it an own goal caused by you Mello?"
I could have killed Near right then. He hadn't even been watching the game! Mello stiffened at the sound of Near's voice and he flushed with embarrassment. Then he looked at me as if I were the one who had said it. That was when I knew I'd be the one to wear it. Honestly, you'd think that he hadn't even won by about a dozen goals. But Mello is a perfectionist and that one goal, although entirely accidental and superfluous to the overall outcome, was a blot on Mello's perfect game. I was the blot on Mello's perfect game. Damn.
Mello was like a ticking time bomb for the rest of the day. I could feel his glare on me everywhere I went and the message behind it was clear. I was so dead. I couldn't even crack a laugh when I heard Roger say 'Nello' instead of Mello at dinner. Okay, I'm exaggerating. I did laugh when I heard him say that 'cause Mello's face was just priceless. But I did shut myself up quickly before Mello turned and saw me doing it.
I spent the rest of the night firmly within hearing distance of Roger and Alice. One of the kids, Linda, looked like she might come up and talk to me but then she looked at Mello and walked back to her friends. People seem to think Linda's some kinda air-head but even she wasn't stupid enough to risk Mello's wrath.
Unfortunately we had to go to bed eventually. I changed clothes in the bathroom as slowly as possible, hoping that Mello had timetabled the amount of sleep he needed so that he'd already be out to it by the time I got back. There was no such luck. Mello couldn't have ended the day happy if I'd gotten away with that sorta transgression. It wasn't that bad 'cause it turned out Mello did like to be asleep by a certain time but it still fucking hurt. He just punched me in the gut a few times and threw me on the floor.
"You're really starting to get on my fucking nerves you bloody sissy. If I hear you laughing again I'm gonna punch you in the throat so hard that you won't be able to talk for a week, you got it?"
"P-pot..." I was sorta winded.
"What?"
"Pot. You're a pot" Mello looked at me all suspiciously, like I was mental or something.
"You're crazy. That or you're a complete idiot."
"Pot."
"Stop saying that!" Mello snapped.
"But you are..."
"Shut up!"
"Haha. Calling me a sissy, look in the bloody mirror. You're the pot calling the kettle black. And you're getting on my nerves more, dickhead."
Sometimes, I just don't know when to quit. Mello lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. I yelled out in shock although I really should have been getting used to that kinda thing by then. We started scrapping again and I was, rather predictably, quickly overpowered. Luckily for me, Alice heard me yelling and came barging in to see what was going on. Alice pulled Mello off me and began yelling at him for beating me up. Mello looked rather repentant when Alice started saying something about behaving like a Christian but refused to apologise to me. When Alice had made Mello promise not to attack me in my sleep (a promise which sounded suspiciously like it had been made several times before), we turned off the lights and got into bed.
"At least you cleaned up your bloody mess, you freak."
Apparently that is the Mello equivalent of an apology. You know, entirely unrelated to the subject and a backhanded compliment laden with insults. At the time I only heard the insult though.
"Thanks... dickhead."
When I woke up the next morning, someone had drawn on my face.
I was really starting to hate Mello.
Hope you enjoyed it. Matt and Mello won't hate each other forever, don't worry!
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Also, I'm not sure if silver horse-shoe is a term you'll be familiar with. Basically it means he's got grey hair with a bald spot on top giving him... a silver horse-shoe. Yeah.
And also, Americans call football soccer. Of course, most of you will know that already.
