A/N: Here's Chapter 6! As of thus far, I have most of this story planned out.
Chapter 6: Worry
The hours ticked by, no sign of Matt. "Such a kid…" Mello scoffed under his breath, still fuming from the argument. But when Matt wasn't at lunch, or dinner, the anger had diminished with remorse taking its. Where was Matt? Why hadn't he returned to their room yet? Had he while Mello was in the dining hall during meal time? Possible, but highly unlikely.
His GameCube sat untouched, still on and paused, Matt hadn't bothered to turn it off when he'd stormed out. Mello didn't dare switch it off. Nothing pissed Matt off more than someone shutting off his beloved games before he could save his progress. Mello had already made that mistake once before; and with the current situation, Matt was already angry, and seeing how Mello knew nothing about The Legend of Zelda or videogames and electronics in general; shutting off the game would definitely only make things worse for Mello.
The sun set and his red-headed roommate still hadn't returned. Studying became almost impossible, Mello was too distracted. Every time he began to focus on geometry, his thoughts would drift back to the argument, and then to his worry for Matt, or his mind coming up with every morbid scenario possible, only making Mello's worry multiply. 'He's probably in the janitor's closet playing Pokémon again or something…' that would be something Matt would do, especially when he was avoiding someone, but then why was Mello's stomach in knots? Something was wrong, it had to be.
Finally, once he had reached the point where he was just about tearing out some of his blonde locks when he decided enough was enough. He slammed his textbook shut and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. "I have to know…" he muttered, starting down the hall. If anyone knew where Matt was, it would be Roger. With all the surveillance and security technology at Wammy's, it was highly improbable, if not downright impossible to get around security measures. The staff knew that they were dealing with geniuses, and because of that they were going to employ every measure possible it seemed, so that no child at Wammy's, no matter how smart or talented, would be able to outsmart the Wammy's staff. After all, Wammy's House only hired the best of the best, for those exact reasons.
When he reached the large oak door, he didn't even bother to knock, instead, Mello barged right in, noisily making his way over to the large, cluttered desk. "Roger." He began. The suit-clad man glanced up, seeming not even the least bit surprised.
"I take it you're looking for Matt." Roger said calmly.
"How did you—.."
"Mello, you two are practically attached at the hip. Half the boy's dormitory heard your argument, so it's only natural that I would find out almost immediately afterward. That knowledge combined with the look in your eyes says it all." Mello balled his fists and gritted his teeth to the point where he was sure they'd shatter under the pressure. Roger knew what he wanted, yet instead of giving him the answer he needed, he was wasting Mello's time with his worthless banter.
"Well?" Mello demanded , raising his voice with his impatience.
"You have a right to be worried." Roger's voice lowered.
"Wh-what do you mean?" the blonde's clammy hands unclenched as he eased himself into the rickety chair in front of Roger's desk, his blue eyes wide.
"Mello, there's been an accident…."
A/N: I wonder what happened to Matt?
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