Ah, well, after a long, long hiatus from I've decided to return and finish up some fics. The truth about this story is that...well, I never actually planned a well thought out plot for this. It was just this little story that popped up in my head while I was sleeping. Plus, I'm a bit of a sadist and decided I wanted to give Mello a hard time.I'll try to plan out a good ending on this.

Disclaimer: I dont own anything except for the vaguely planned plot.

I'd alos like to remind people, in case they forgot or if my previous intro was too vague, that this is an AU story where most, if not all, characters are in some sort of opharnage and most of them have much younger ages than they really do have in the manga.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a close and dear friend to us. Matt was a good person who was extremely generous to his friends and those around him…"

Mello stood in the crowd, his eyes never moving from the alter that stood before him. He listened as Roger continued his speech but never once did his concentration avert from the alter.

On the alter was a picture of Matt with several flowers, candles, and on tennis racket placed in front of the picture.

As soon as Roger finished up, people began dissipating. None of them knew Matt like he did. To them, he was just another faceless shadow that faded away. To Mello, he was much more. He was his friend. He was his best friend. He was his closest and most dearest friend.

"Mello," Roger whispered as he approached the boy, "Your punishment has been lifted. Would you like to go outside? Play a game to cheer up? We can reserve a tennis court. I'll play against you for a while. You're pretty good."

"I reserved a tennis court but everyone is busy playing something else. Let's go!"

"I've become pretty good on these courts."

Mello lost all self control and screamed out in anguish. Luckily, no one was there anymore so no one was watching him. Roger grabbed his shoulder softly, attempting to comfort the pain stricken boy.

Mello pulled his shoulder away from him, glaring at Roger as he did, "Get away from me! I don't need you to play with me!" Mello barked as he stomped away.

Roger watched as Mello stomped away. He exited the room and walked into the lobby. He immediately approached L who was sipping some sugar-drowned tea as he read his book.

"Ah, L," Roger greeted as he stood beside him, "Do you think you can talk to Mello for me? You and Mello aren't best friends but you do have a thin relationship with him. Do you think you can talk to him?"

L closed his book and placed down his tea cup, "It's for the best." Just before he walked out of the room, L turned back to Roger, "What happened to Light-kun?"

"The doctor said he'll make a full recovery."

L nodded, "Ah, good. Tennis is a little boring without him." With that, L exited the room. He entered Mello's room and, no surprise, there Mello was, sitting on his bed with his eyes to the floor, "Mello."

"What do you want?" Mello hissed, his eyes not leaving the floor.

"Matt was a very good friend to you. He wouldn't want you to be like this." L started off, "Matt doesn't like to see you cry."

"I'm not crying!" Mello barked back as he looked up. Contrary to L's belief, Mello was, in fact, not crying. His eyes didn't even look the slightest bit wet, "I haven't cried at all. Now, why doesn't everyone just leave me alone?"

L paused for a second, "You're deeply uneasy. And, you're also very angry-"

"Get out!" Mello cut him off abruptly, "It's because none of you will leave me alone! Now get out!"

L obedient did as he said. He didn't want to get into a fight with him now of all times. He walked back into the lobby and back to his seat where Roger waited.

"Did you learn anything?" Roger asked.

L climbed back onto his chair and sipped his tea again, "Mello is…a whirlpool of emotion." He placed his empty tea cup down, "He's extremely sad as we can tell but…he's also very angry."

"Angry? At what?"

L bit on his thumb for a second, "It is hard to tell. There is a lot for him to be angry about."

"So, it's just a lot of anger?"

"No, it's not pure anger. For example, let's say white paint if sorrow and red paint is anger. Sorrow is a very easily stained emotion. It can often be mixed with jealousy, coward, fear. So, in a puddle of white paint, even if only a drop of red is placed in it, the puddle will change colors. That is what Mello's feeling. Anger, stretched by sorrow,"

Roger nodded, "I see…"

"He seems to be venting his anger out on other people as if…subconsciously…he doesn't want to be angry." L finished his explanation and opened his book, "Of course, this is all just speculation."

Roger smiled and chuckled, "Your theories are often right." He stood up and walked out.

Day after day, Mello sat on his bed. Once in a while, he'd nibble on a chocolate bar or take a drink of water but other than that, he just sat on his bed. Even when Near walked in to grab a puzzle or if Miura came over to deliver a plate of food to him, Mello would just ignore them.

He closed off the world. He showed no emotion, no leisure. Only for one day did his emotions return to him.

Matsuda and Ide, two senior members of this place, came in to clean up Matt's belongings.

"What do you two think you're doing?" Mello hissed as he glared at them, "Put that stuff down!" He growled as he rushed over to them.

Matsuda, obvious a bit of a "wimp", backed away from the stuff immediately. Ide, however, stepped forward towards Mello, "We're clearing out his stuff. Someone else will be sleeping here starting today."

"Who the hell said you can do this? Get away from here!" Mello shouted in anger, "Was it Roger? Did he plan this? I'll talk to him myself!" Mello stomped out of the room only to be stopped and pushed back by a large figure, "What the hell! Who the fuck are you?"

Roger walked in calmly, knowing Mello would answer with a fit of rage to the removal of Matt's belongings, "This is Rod. He's been sharing a room of five people so we decided to move him into this room. I hope you don't mind this."

"Of course I mind! Stick him back into that room. You're not touching Matt's stuff!"

"Hey, this is a pretty nice bed." Rod muttered as he lied down on the bed. His hand reached into the pillow and took out a PSP, "Hey! This is awesome."

Mello snatched the PSP away from Rod, "Don't touch that!"

Rod paused for a second. He sat up and looked at Mello, "You're that kid who was friends with that dead guy, right? Well, he's dead now and he isn't getting any deader." He snatched back the PSP, "It's a waste to let this stuff…well…go to waste."

Before anyone knew it, Mello punched Rod in the face. Rod fell off the bed and into Matsuda who crumpled to the floor due to his small frame. Mello grabbed Rod by the collar and threw him against the wall. Mello was always strong. Now that he was fueled by emotions of anger, he was a malicious force to be reckoned with.

Mello turned to Ide who continued to clean out Matt's belongings. He kicked Ide in the stomach and shoved him to the floor. Matsuda, obviously scared, ran off instantly.

"Mello, stop this." Roger panicked as he pulled Mello away from them.

Mello glared at the man with nothing but hate in his eyes, "Screw you." Mello pulled himself away and walked out, his elbow knocking into Near as he did.

Near calmly walked past Mello and into the room. He walked over to his bed, knelt down, and took out a blank white puzzle.

As Roger helped Rod and Ide up, his attention turned to Near by his bed whispering.

"Anger, lots of anger," Near stood up and walked towards the door, "But what was the cause of it…"

And thats chapter 2. Maybe a little hint of "LightxL" but its nothing big to the story. Oh, Rod is also the mafia boss guy from Death Note in case you didnt know. Miura is also that glasses guy from the Death Note OVA comic. Ah, well, I'll try to type up the next chapter quickly.