Writers block sucks. I don't have it for this story as much as I do with Cry Little Sister. I already have a plan for this fan fiction, also An Amusing Stew. Oh, I deleted A Promise Worth Keeping. It would've been dumb anyway.

Review I say! I do not own Death Note, or Matt, or Mello!

Mr. Rumple fell to the ground from the blow and spat god knows what. Mello ignored the sounds the teacher was making and looked over to Matt who was sitting down outside and what looked like sobbing. Mello couldn't believe some pervert touched his Matt. He also couldn't believe that he didn't hear Matt in the first place.

Mello could either run over to Matt and leave, or he could stay for a while longer and pound the teacher some more. He would love to do the latter, but that would mean a student would hear, go tell Roger, and cause a huge scene. Mello didn't want that, and he knew neither Matt nor Mr. Rumple wanted that. It would be better to keep this as confidential as possible.

"God damn you!" Mr. Rumple growled through clenched teeth.

Mello kicked the mans side hard and said in a threatening voice, "You took the words right from my mouth, old man." And with that Mello went to Matt's aid.

Matt's face wasn't visible because it was buried in his knees, so Mello could only see a mop of bloody red hair. Seeing the boy like this was torture to the blond.

"Matt…" Mello ran his finger through the red locks. "Matt! Please!"

The redhead only let his eyes show, and Mello was completely shocked to see that Matt wasn't crying.

He wasn't crying.

Not one tear, nothing. Matt's eyes weren't filled with tears; they were filled with a mix of sadness…and anger. This situation was probably traumatizing.

Mello pushed Matt's head back down because he couldn't stand the look in Matt's eyes. Funny, the sight of him not crying was worse than him crying.

Mello peeked in the class to see Mr. Rumple reluctantly standing up, wincing from the pain in his crotch. Mello wanted to see him struggle more, to feel worse than Matt did. Right now!

His Matt was hurt and he couldn't stand it one bit. He wouldn't stand for it.

Mello rushed to Mr. Rumple and started to wildly smack him around, like a child in a tantrum. The blond ignored the obesities yelled by the teacher and just kept on beating on him. There was a feeling in Mello that told him to stop, before he got in trouble, but the part that told him to keep hitting over powered his senses. Matt looked inside the class and over to Mello who was currently on top of Mr. Rumple, both cursing to each other.

"Die, Douche bag!!" the blond yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You motherf-!" A blow to the cheek cut Mr. Rumple off.

Before anyone knew it (or saw it) Linda stared in utter shock at the scene and yelled for Roger. The piecing, whiney voice caused Mello to stop right away and stare up in pure hate at the girl.

Since it was his chance, Mr. Rumple stood up from under Mello, causing the blond to fall on his hands. It would be stupid to start beating on the almost teen; mostly because Roger would be there any second and he wanted to be the victim.

Matt hid his face again in his knees. All the yelling, cursing…kissing. It was unbearable.

No sooner did Roger show up, right before Mello blew a sucker punch at the suffering teacher. Wrinkles deeper than ever, Roger rushed inside, ignoring the mourning redhead, and yelled so loud that even Mr. Rumple cringed.

"Mello! What is the meaning of this quarrel!!" the old man shouted. Automatically, Mello ran over to Roger and grabbed his wrinkled collar.

Face twisted with unspeakable emotions, Mello spat in a venomous voice, "The meaning? The MEANING?!!" Everyone cringed again as the blonds tone rose.

Mello pointed directly to Mr. Rumple, who was currently wiping blood from his nose. "This fucktard-pedophile bastard has the goddamn balls to mess with a fuckin' 10-year old student! That's why I'm beating on him, cause someone's gotta knock some fuckin' sense in this dumbass!!!"

Roger, taken back by the language Mello used and what he just said, looked skeptically at Matt. Then he hesitantly asked, "Matt?"

"Yes, it's Matt, old man!!" Mello shouted before he ran over to his best friend. He grabbed the boys red cheeks and showed Roger his face.

"Look! The boy's not even crying, goddamn it! He always cry's!!" After the hysterical Mello let of Matt's face, the gamer placed it where it was before, on his knees.

Roger looked to the battered teacher with a firm look that was also mixed with sadness.

Mr. Rumple scowled and gave a pure evil look at all three males, as if he wanted all of them to drop dead. Then the satan-like look went away and in it's place, a sloppy smile, that also looked devilish.

Standing up a little straighter while stumbling a little he said with a chuckle, "You caught me!"

The possibly hysterical teacher fixed his tie and said again, "Yep! You caught me!"

Roger's eyes widened at the behavior of his favorite teacher. The fact he valued a perverse human being who assaulted a young boy made him sick. Almost as sickened as Matt.

Roger took Mello buy the shoulder and smiled sadly.

"Thank you Mello. I'll talk to you later." The elderly man looked to Mr. Rumple as the smile turned into a disappointed frown.

"Mr. Rumple, please come with me."

Mr. Rumple did so without another word spoken. As he walked out the room he gave Mello a crooked smile that sent shivers up the blonds spine. As he passed Matt he whispered in a creepy voice, "Bye-bye Mattie."

This caused the redhead to bury his face in his legs more.

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Matt laid in Mello's bed, hugging the pillow as if for dear life, as he waited for Mello to come back from his talk with Roger. All that he could think about was what happened a few hours ago and when Mello would get back. Being alone was almost scary because there was the slight possibility that Mr. Rumple hadn't left yet and was looking for Matt's room. Shivering and holding back tears, Matt clenched the pillow even more, pretending it was his best friend, Mello.

For a split second Matt's mind tricked him into thinking it was actually Mello he was holding onto, so Matt breathed in, hoping to smell the familiar scent of chocolate and ginger. He couldn't smell anything. Matt snapped his eyes open and got up from his friends bed before he ran over to the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he flinched. He couldn't go out there, he wouldn't! Part of him wanted to go find Mello and squeeze him and mess with the beautiful blond locks that would comfort him. Then Mello would give Matt a sweet smile as he kissed Matt's lips and both would just hold each other until one of them fell asleep.

But…

But the other part of him wanted to stay cooped up in his room, to just wait for his friend and hear the blond talk sweetly with reinsurance. Then Matt would sleep in bed with Mello as the blond grieved over the redhead.

No! No, no, no!!

Matt didn't want to put all these terrible feeling onto his best friend. He didn't want Mello to pity him or act like Matt was a poor creature on earth!

Matt stiffened and clenched his fist as he swallowed. He was tired of being the baby. He was tired of being used, the one who always wanted to make piece between Mello and Near, and he was certainly tired of getting pushed around by everyone! Thomas, Linda, Roger, Mr. Rumple…Near.

And maybe even Mello.

The redhead snapped out of his thoughts as the doorknob turned. Matt stepped back as the door opened to reveal a smiling Mello. It was a sweet, sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Hey Matt."

"I was just about to go look for you." Matt said in a more monotone voice than usual.

Mello looked very questionably at Matt and walked closer while bringing his hand up to brush Matt's rosy cheek. "What's with the monotone voice?"

Matt smiled and smacked the blonds' hand away in a smug manner. This caused Mello to frown.

"Matt?! Are you…"

"I'm okay, Blondie." Matt stated coolly, which really ticked Mello off.

Mello pushed Matt on the bed. As he looked down at his friend with a glare he noticed a different look in Matt's eyes. Matt's green orbs were usually filled with question and cheer but now that was replaced with ignorance and pride. Not the pride that was nice to have, the bad type.

"What are you doing?!"

"Hush!" Mello snapped as he put a strong hand to Matt's chest. "Who do you think your talking to?"

Matt frowned and tried to say something. Before he did he could feel Mello on top of him. Matt started to breath heavy from the weight that was suddenly put on him.

"M-mello! Get off me!"

"No."

As Matt struggled, Mello was enjoying his view of the redhead. Mello couldn't help himself but smile at how weak Matt still was. He knew that Matt would never be as strong as him, nor in the intellectual range. His smile grew even wider. It started to look sadistic.

Matt barley opened his emerald eyes, only to see the almost psychotic smile that Mello had plastered on his face. It scared him.

But instead of acting in the behavior that was weak and curious (among other things) like he usually would, he tried to sound intimidating.

Matt gave an angry frown at the older boy above him and balled up his fist. He knew his face was red, he could feel how warm it was, and that only made Mello smile more.

"Mello!" Matt screeched. "Get off of me now, damn it!!"

Mello stopped smiling for a second at the gamer's language, but it came back right away when Matt began to struggle again.

"How cute…" Mello purred dangerously. "You actually think you can over power me. And haven't I'd already told you about the language?"

Mello, trying to break Matt's hard shell, began to lick the boys' neck slowly, earning a stifled whimper from Matt. Matt suddenly realized what he just did and flushed even more.

"Mihael!!" The redhead yelled in embarrassment. "S-stop!"

Mello heard his true name yelled from Matt's lips. He knew that probably the whole floor knew his name now, which pissed him off.

Mello gave a dangerous smack against the red cheek. Matt gave a sharp gasp and moved his hand up to the mark. It was the same place Mello had hit him before in the locker room, but this time it hurt more with a terrible throbbing pain.

Matt held back tears, holding up the shield Mello was attempting to break for his sake and everyone else's.

The blond could read Matt like a book, and it wasn't so hard to find that Matt was in pain, just holding back his commonly used emotion.

This would be fun.

I'm sorry it was short, but I gotta get to school. And it's supposed to have a cliffhanger! Review? ^^