A/n: Finally after much writers block and loosage of my jump drive, I give you; Chocolate Dreams.
Anything in bold text is in German, because I don't know German and I don't want to use an online translator. So yeah, bolded equals German.
???= The shift in time, when you see this, they're older.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Mello took a vicious bite out of his chocolate. Damn Matt. Ok, it wasn't really Matt's fault he was having flashbacks but he blamed it on Matt, and Near. He sighed and looked over at Matt's empty bed. The ginger had taken off nearly two hours ago, no doubt to play games in the bathroom so not to disturb Mello. However; Mello couldn't sleep, and the noise would have been a nice distraction. He rolled over and took another chunk out of his chocolate, a memory washing over his mind.
A young blonde woman smiled as her child sang the alphabet. "Ah, Bee, Say, Day, Ay, Eff, Gay."
"Now Mihael repeat in English," She said patting him on the cheek.
"Aee, Bee Cee, Dee, E, F, Gee" Mihael said, standing up and twirled around with the music, dancing to the catchy tune, his mother laughed, and danced with him.
"Very good Mihael, now can you sing in Spanish?"
"Ah, Be, Ce, De, E, Efe,-
"Ah, honey, you forgot Che." Mihael's mother scolded softly. He scowled, and banged his fist against his thigh.
"Ah, Be, Ce, Che, De, E, Efe, Ge," (1) He said, a pout still present on his face. She laughed, and handed him a small cookie.
"You are getting better honey." A loud bang was heard, followed by Mihael's father's shouts. His mother looked to the door. "Mihael, hide! Go into the closet hide!" She whispered, shooing her son gently, he took the hint and waddled off.
Another loud banging was heard, and –
"Mello!" Mello jumped three feet in the air, before looking to see Matt standing next to him. "Hey, are you alright?" Matt asked, leaning over, to feel the blonde's forehead.
"I'm fine" Mello answered, still halfway in a daze. "It- just a nightmare, one I haven't had in a long time." He sat up and moved past Matt to the bathroom. Matt shrugged and sat on his bed, he glanced at the clock. Three in the morning, he'd been in the bathroom for nearly four hours. "It was about my parents," Mello had come back from the bathrooms. Matt sighed, but sat up to listen all the same. He hated talking about parents, seeing as he'd never had any, he never knew what to say.
"All I can remember of them is three different alphabets, two loud bangs, my mother's shrill voice, and blonde hair. I was told they died protecting me from a slave trading market. (2)" Matt looked at the floor, he didn't know what to say. It had to be horrible to have parents then lose them like that.
"I'm sorry" Was all that escaped his lips. He cursed himself inwardly. What a stupid thing to say.
"Me too, I know I asked before and you didn't want to talk, but, please, I want to know what a normal childhood is like, can you tell me about yours?" Mello asked, sitting on the edge of his bed facing Matt. Matt stiffened and adjusted his goggles.
"You would have to find someone with a normal family to ask that too." Matt said finally turning his back on Mello. The blonde scowled, and moved to the other side of the room, so he was once again facing the ginger.
"What do you mean normal? You told me you lived with your parents until they died."
"Yeah, well I lied." Matt said, turning back the other way, trying desperately to get rid of the piercing blue eyes.
"Just tell me something!" Mello seethed in frustration. "Anything really, I mean what color was your mum's hair? You'd have to know that, or when's her birthday?" Mello pushed, moving again so Matt had to look at him. "You lived there for eight years, I only had four, and I have more than you! You've got to know something!"
"Blood!" Matt finally yelled. Mello drew back in shock.
"Blood?" he questioned back. His voice quieter then it had been previously. He sat on the floor near Matt, and waited for more.
"All I remember of my parents was blood. The first and last time I saw them, they were covered in it. Dead. I didn't live with them. My mother didn't want me. She gave me to a maid at their mansion, and re- furbished the garage. I lived in a garage with the Maid, until she stole money to buy me these goggles. Then I lost her too. I lived there alone after that, people bringing me food. The only day I ever went to the main house- let alone saw my parents- was when a teacher forced me too, because I'd gotten in a fight with some boy.
"She opened the door, and my parents were on the marble floor covered in blood. Three day's later I was brought here." With that he turned back over with a huff, and tried to ignore Mello's staring.
"Can you tell me about the maid?" He asked, at long last. Matt sighed, this boy was persistent. He rolled so he was facing the ceiling and fixed his goggles again.
"Vanessa, hnmm," He said, as if far off- trying to remember. "I remember vanilla and chocolate, she was always making chocolate chip cookies for the sister I didn't know I had- I don't know what happened to her before you ask, she was probably shipped off to some crappy orphanage (3) - Naturally I wasn't allowed to have any of these cookies because, they didn't want the money wasted on me, but Vanessa would always make sure there was one extra that didn't need to go to the main house, and she'd give it too me. I remember reading. She read to me every night, until I was two and a half, and began to read to her. I remember the video games. Every year on my birthday, and at Christmas, she'd buy me either a game, or a gaming system. I remember the goggles. That was the day before she got fired; she'd bought them, because of my sensitivity to light.
"I remember when she stopped talking. At first I thought she didn't love me anymore, but after my parents died, I realized that it was because, she'd been sneaking me all those things and was on the verge of being fired. She thought if she ignored me than she could keep her job and look after me. I remember the last words she ever spoke to me. 'Please, always remember, even if your parents don't love you, or associate with you someone out there does.'" Matt quieted, and turned to look at the blonde. The blonde, however, seemed far away.
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"Mihael, this is going to be your home from now on. Welcome to the Berlin Orphanage (4)" A tall fat man lead Mihael down a cold, bleak hallway. He stopped in front of a door, much like in a prison, unlocked it and stepped through. Mihael- assuming he was supposed to follow, trotted behind. He sniffed, and whipped his nose. Other children peered at him from afar. Most of themheld pity in their eyes.
"Ok, Mihael, you'll be rooming with Alric. I'll come by tomorrow to tell you more." The fat man left him in front of his door. Mihael blinked, but turned the handle to the door and walked in quietly. Once he entered he saw a slightly bigger boy- around the age of five- sitting in the middle of the floor.
"You're my new roommate yeah?" Alric asked, leaving his building blocks behind and standing up to get a better look at the young boy. He walked up and smirked. Gently he pushed Mihael, so that he fell over onto the ground. "You better learn fast, that I'm in charge around here. What I say goes." Mihael growled, but chose not to respond. Instead he stared at the ground looking uninterested. Maybe the boy would leave him alone. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" Alric picked up a building block and threw it at Mihael's head. Having enough Mihael stood and charged at the boy, knocking him over, he hit his face wildly. A bang was heard and the door flew open.
"Mihael get off of him!" the fat man from before screamed, pulling the four year old off of Alric. Alric looked up his eyes full of tears.
"I don't want to share a room with him!"
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"No! Mello I don't want to go out! It's cold, and wet, and snowy, and wet, and bright, and wet, and did I mention wet?" Matt said, grabbing onto a railing trying desperately to cling to the safety of inside the orphanage. Mello rolled his eyes and tugged on the ginger harder.
"C'mon, come outside with me, what could happen?" Seeing no end to the fight, Matt sighed and let go of the railing, allowing Mello to dreg him away. Mello grinned in triumph and lead Matt out to the snow covered yard. Mello laughed, and wandered farther into the white dust, falling backwards into it, and waving his hands like a mad man.
"Mello, what are you doing?" Matt asked watching the blonde with curiosity as he stood, and placed a circular mark above where his head had been.
"I made a snow angle Mattie. Please tell me you've made one before."
"Don't call me Mattie. I can't say that I have. I didn't go outside much 'casue of my eyes. Not to mention it's wet out here."
"As you've mentioned," Mello said dryly. He smiled suddenly and pulled Matt down into the snow. "C'mon, wave your arms like your flying!" Matt looked at him skeptically through the orange tint of his goggles, but waved his arms nonetheless. He stood up like Mello, and repeated his gesture of the circular mark. His smiley grew larger.
"Mel! I made it! Look, look! It's friggen sweet!" Mello smiled at the hyper active ginger next to him, and rolled his eyes.
"C'mon let's make a snowman!"(5)
???
"You mean to tell me that this- this little delinquent is- is a genius?" The fat warden of the orphanage laughed, his belly rumbling making Mihael shy away from him and closer to the old English looking grandfather and the raven haired teen.
"Yes, I do, his aptitude tests are off the charts. I would like to take him off your hands, and bring him to my orphanage in England." Mihael looked at the old man in shock. He was going to leave, because he'd answered a few questions right? His smile grew and he ran over to the man and hugged his leg.
"I want to go with you!" He said in English, "I don't want to be here anymore." The man looked down and smiled.
"It's been decided." The man said, gesturing to the blonde boy on his leg. "Mihael you will come to Wammy's with us." Mihael smiled and ran to pack his things. He looked up startled when the raven haired boy grabbed his arm, and held something out to him. Mihael took it and his eyes grew.
"Chocolate? Real chocolate! I-"He smiled through watery eyes, and hugged the raven haired boy. The boy flinched back surprised.
"L, how did you know the boy would want that?" Wammy asked, as they walked out, after the scurrying child.
"All children enjoy candy. However, how much he enjoyed it surprised me greatly." L watched the blonde boy bounce all the way out to the car.
"Mihael, I know it may be difficult to understand, but for your safety, we need to give you a new name, that the children will call you by." Wammy said, after they were all tucked into the limo. Mihael nodded, and waited for more, his knee twitching violently from the sugar overdose.
"Let's call him Mello." L said, his lips curving into a tiny smile. Wammy said nothing, only nodded, and looked to Mihael for the conformation. The little boy smiled and jumped across the seat to hug L again. L sighed and pushed the blonde off of him.
"Let's also try and teach him personal space."
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"Mello! You made me wet!" Matt said, taking off his gloves and wringing them out. He whimpered and shook his head, water droplets flew through the air. After showing the ginger how to make a snow angle, Mello had proceeded to start a snow ball fight completely drenching Matt.
"Aww, don't worry too much about it Mattie, we get to drink hot chocolate now!"
"Grr. If you weren't my friend…" Matt threatened, grabbing his Gameboy and following Mello out into the kitchen.
"You'd do what? Mattie, you aren't that threatening."
"Whatever let's just go get your hot chocolate so I can get back to my games. You owe me by the way. You're going to have to play a game with me."
"Aww, but you liked it outside." Mello said, jumping up on the counter to grab a mug, "You want any?" He asked, Matt shook his head, and Mello jumped back down, going into the cupboard to pull out the hot chocolate mix.
"Nevertheless, I don't actually like the outdoors. So I demand you play games with me."
"Fine what game." Mello asked, turning around to look at the ginger. He saw Matt smirk, and groaned inwardly. He wasn't going to like this.
1: Rough pronunciation of the German, English and Spanish Alphabet. Two I know, the other I don't…
2: Human trafficking. Nasty stuff. If you don't know what that is look it up. Last year in Forensics, a lot of people gave speeches on it. It made even my skin crawl.
3: Yes, he has a sister. I don't know if she'll actually come into the story, or if she'll just be mentioned occasionally by Matt. We'll see.
4: … I don't know any orphanages in Germany. I think it sounds legitimate.
5: I think England gets enough snow to make snowmen but I'm not actually sure. If it's inaccurate, oh well. It happens.
