A/n: Thank you to my reviewer, and the few people who added this to either their favs or alert list. It makes me happy that at least a few people are reading this. This next chapter is just going to be background on Matt, Near, and Mello- like what happened to their parents, and all that jazz. This chapter is based on the following assumptions and reasoning. This chapter will be flashing back on previous events. Some of them the characters will be remembering, some they won't I think its Matt and Near have moments of their births, and first few weeks alive, obviously they can't remember that.
1: Assumption: Matt is American. Reason: I felt like having one character that I knew I wouldn't mess up the slang on.
2: Assumption: Mello is German. Reason: I know people say that he could be Russian, but he has blue eyes and blonde hair so, I'm going German. Also the German accent is sexy. Although Mello probably wouldn't have one if he was brought to England at such a young age, I'm not sure.
3: Assumption: Near is English. Reason: Matt is American and Mello is German.
4: Assumption: Wammy scoured the world for the heirs and not just England. Reason: There is no way England has that many geniuses (well I suppose it's possible, but just go with it.). They have to be from more then one area.
Italics are flashbacks. Unless its just one or two words in a sentence, then its emphasis.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or any video game, or song I may mention.
Matt sighed, and threw down the book he'd been about to place in his 'Nintendo Cheat – code Messenger's bag' (1). Four days ago Mello brought memories back into Matt's mind that he'd rather have forgotten. His parents- if you could call them that. There wasn't much to remember, but he still didn't want to remember what he could. Snapping on his goggles, he finished packing his bag.
"Are you coming or what slow poke?" Mello asked, sticking his blonde head back through their door. Matt nodded, and finished packing his book bag before hurrying after Mello.
"Ahh!, God Damn it William drive faster!" Angelica Jeevas yelled to her husband from the back seat. He face sweaty from the labor pains she was experiencing. "You bastard, get me there so this wretched thing can come out!"
"Shut up will you? I'm driving as fast as I can, look we're there." William Jeevas, answered, careening around the emergency room corner. He got out and started shouting at one of the nurses to help her. The maid in the front seat got out to bring in the luggage that they brought with them as Angelica was rushed into a delivery room.
Several hours later, a calmed faced, beautiful, red haired woman sat with an adorable green eyed baby. "Honey, look, isn't she adorable?"(2) The woman asked gently holding her up for her husband to see. He smiled, and moved over to coo at his new born child. Both mother and father jumped at the sound of crashing and voices.
"Get that damned thing away from me doctor! Give it too that maid from now it, she's its mother. I don't want it." A woman screeched. Loud clicking- much like high heels was heard shortly after. "William lets go, I'm tired of being here. Vanessa, bring that thing along, you and it can live in the garage." The eavesdropping father, made his way over to the door to see an attractive- yet cold looking woman exist the hospital with a husband, a nanny and a small baby.
"That poor baby, having parents like that, I hope it grows up to find some kind of love." He said, moving back towards his daughter and wife.
Back in the car, Angelica and William were fighting again, while Vanessa sat in the back trying to comfort the small child. "I don't care what we name it. I didn't want it in the first place; this'll teach you to use protection." Angelica said snidely.
"Well, if you really didn't want it maybe you should have had an abortion like I suggested." Her husband spat back. "Look, we just passed a mile sign lets name him that."
"What, 'Mile'? What a silly name, if that's what you want fine, but let's find a better way to spell it. I hate the way it's spelled. Oh look a post office, say isn't there and English spelling? "M-A-I-L'? Like Mail?" She asked, her husband nodded, "That'll be its name then. Mail Jeevas."
"Matt, kindly put your Gameboy away and pay attention." Matt's orange tinted green eyes snapped up to look at the now angry Math teacher. He sighed, but put his game down nonetheless. "Good, now can you tell me the answer to number four?"
"Uh, three 'x' minus six 'y' equals twelve? Well, first subtract the three 'x' from both sides, which leaves you with negative six 'y' equals negative three 'x' plus twelve, so then, you divide by six and are left with 'y' equals one half 'x' minus negative two. Then you take the given number for 'x' which is two, and put it in, so then one half times two is one, so its 'y' equals negative one."(3) He said without looking up, instead he opted to scribble on his desk. The teacher's eye twitched in annoyance, but he continued on with his lesson choosing to ignore when Matt turned his game back on.
A three year old Mail Jeevas sat in the living room of the re-furbished garage. His bed in one corner behind him and a small kitchenette in front of , in his hand he held a Gameboy color- bought used from a garage sale that Vanessa had visited last weekend. He smiled and giggled, banging lightly on the keys, passing though level after level.
His head snapped up when the main door opened. "Vanessa!" He said his speech almost perfect for a boy his age. "Did you clean the big house again?" he asked her. Per usual she didn't answer. She never did. Mail's head hung when no answer came, but he continued to play his game, trying not to let his tears show. He hated being ignored. She used to talk to him all the time, then one day she just stopped. He didn't' really understand why, but now she just stood silent and stony. She still bought him things, but it wasn't the same as when they used to talk. He rubbed his eyes. The sunlight was bothering him again.
He blinked in surprise when a pair of orange tinted goggles fell in his little lap. Vanessa, without looking, continued past the boy, to her room fully intending to sleep until she had to make him dinner. He slipped the goggles over his eyes, and instantly the pain went away. He smiled. She still liked him. Maybe she was just mute.
A few days later, Mail woke from his nap to yelling. "I can't believe you stole money Vanessa to buy that mistake goggles. He doesn't need them really." A high pitched angry voice sounded from behind a closed door.
"Angelica, he was blind without them, he couldn't see, his eyes were sensitive to the li-
"I don't care. I'm dismissing you as of now. Pack your things and leave." The angry voice said. Mail frowned, he wasn't sure he knew what dismissing was, but he figured it wasn't good.
"What about the child?" Vanessa asked her voice cracking.
"We'll have someone to look in on him. It's not like he needs all that much care." And with that, the angry voice clicked away. Vanessa came in, her eyes watery. She moved straight past Mail and went to her room, rummaging for her cloths and personal items.
"Vanessa, what's wrong?" He asked, stumbling over to her door. She opened it and looked down on him.
"Mail- Matthew- oh Matt, You poor dear, I'm sorry. I tried and failed to give you love, and now I have to go." She bent down and hugged him. "Please, always remember, even if your parents don't love you, or associate with you someone out there does."
"Matt!" Mello shouted. Matt gripped his old Gameboy in a moment of shock, his mind coming back to reality, he looked up with his goggle covered eyes at Mello, who bit off a piece of chocolate. Mello motioned with his head towards the door. "Its time to go? You were spaced out again. I mean, you weren't even playing your game, it's been flashing 'game over' at you since that teacher put you on the spot. Are you all right?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry." Matt said, throwing his things into his bag and for the second time that day hurrying after the blonde. He rubbed his temples trying to rid himself of that memory. Damn Mello trying to pry. He entered his English room shortly after Mello and sat down, with his Gameboy already on. He looked up at the bored briefly and saw a pink heart drawn with chalk on the bored.
"Alright class, its time to make mother's day cards," A sweet old lady said to her first grade class. A seven year old Mail looked around the room, confused as to what was happening. He raised his hand hesitantly. "Uh, what is mother's day?"(4) He asked his face going bright red- enough to match his hair- when the class giggled at his question.
"Mail, what kind of question is that. It's a day to celebrate your mother and all she does for you. You should be ashamed for not knowing."
"But I don't have a mother." Mail said, sinking lower into his chair when kids laughed again.
"You most certainly do. I've met Angelica Jeevas. She is a very nice woman." The teacher said, her eyes narrow, "Now, kindly stop this joke, and pay attention."
"Mattie, what is with you today?" Mello asked, waving his hand in front of the boy's face. Matt jumped, and blinked at the sudden movement before his eyes.
"Mello, what was that for?" Matt asked irritated. He'd had enough of these flashbacks, and enough of Mello pulling him out of them. He knew what would come next, and he wasn't looking foreword to the memory. "-And don't call me Mattie" he added half heartedly; in all honesty that nickname had grown on him.
"You, you've been spacing out all day. You haven't gotten anywhere on your game, it's on the same 'game over' sign it was on in math this morning, if you haven't noticed, its dinner now. "Mello said pushing the tray of food he'd brought the ginger. Matt blinked; surprised the blonde had taken the effort.
"Oh uh yeah sorry- thanks" Matt said, going quiet again picking up his fork, and stabbing his food. Mello gave him another concerned look before turning back to his food. Finding nothing to say at the lack of Matt's attention span, Matt's eyes watered as another memory filled his head.
An eight year old Mail smacked into the wall outside his class room. An eleven year old boy smirked in front of him. "Poor little Mail," the boy said, drawing out the 'a' in his name, instead of making it sound like an 'e'. "Stuck between a wall and a place, what are you gunna do?"
"Firstly" Mail adjusted his goggles, "My name is pronounced like "mile", second, the correct cliché you are looking for is 'stuck between a rock and a hard place', and thirdly 'gunna' is not a real word. If your going to insult me, at least try not to make yourself look like a fool," Mail said, attempting to push past the elder boy, as a few of the kids laughed at what he said. One glare from the boy- however and they all went quiet. Mail was pushed back against the lockers.
"Don't talk back you rich little-
"Andrew, Mail, what are you doing?" Mrs. Hayfield- their teacher- screeched, pulling the two boys apart. "This is not appropriate behavior. Both of you to the office now!" She said, shooing them along. Mail sniffed, and rubbed his eyes. He'd never been sent to the office before.
"What are you crying about, cry baby?" Andrew asked, pushing him into a wall. Mail, flinched slightly but ignored him. Andrew wasn't worth his time or his intelligence.
"Without the violence, please," Mrs. Hayfield called down the hallway.
Matt sat outside the office, for a good fifteen minutes while Andrew got yelled at, and most likely suspended for fighting. He raised his head, when his name was called.
"Mail, I called your parents but no one answered. I'm afraid we have to suspend you too. I know you didn't actually fight Mr. Jensen, but some of the others said you provoked him." The principal said, fixing his tie slightly. "Since your parents did not answer you will serve today as an in school suspension. Then tomorrow will be your second day." With that the principal turned, and went back to working on whatever he was before the interruption.
A worn looking receptionist showed Mail where to sit for the rest of the day, to do his 'homework' which he'd finished the minute it was handed out. He sighed and opted to take a nap for the rest of the day. Only to be woken up again, by the pinched faced receptionist. "The day is over sweetie." She said, shooing him out the door. He sighed and walked the mile and a half to his house.
A few hours later, Mail was playing – by himself- in the yard by the garage where he lived when his teacher Mrs. Hayfield pulled up. "Mail, I was hoping to see you before your parents, I'd like to talk to you all, get in the car, I'll take you up to your house." She said, Mail hesitated, but instead of telling her – like he had before- that he didn't live in that house, he got in the car, and sat quietly waiting for the fierce argument that was bound to happen.
She let him out of the car, and walked up the steps with him. She knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again. No answer again. "Well you're with me, let's just go in their probably busy right?" she asked, he nodded like he actually knew. She opened the door and screamed.
It was the first and last time Mail ever saw his parents. They both lay dead in the main hall, the marble floors streaked with their blood. Mrs. Hayfield, grabbed Mail and covered his eyes, it was too late however. He knew what had happened before the police even told him. They were killed. Later he found out, that they had been killed by one of their house workers for drug money.
On finding out that he had no living relatives; the police began trying to get him into an orphanage. He refused all of them, until he met Wammy. It was like he was just suddenly there. "Hello Mail" had been Mr. Wammy's first words.
"Matt" Mail said, automatically, Mr. Wammy blinked, looking down at his records. "I know it says Mail, but I want to forget that name. Vanessa was the only one who cared for me, she called me Matthew. I want to be Matt." He said his eyes hard behind his tinted goggles.
"Matt then, you'll need a new name anyway, that'll have to do. I'm Mr. Wammy; I run an orphanage for the gifted. I've looked over your schooling, and you defiantly have the potential. Would you like to go there?" Matt thought it over. No one else had actually listened to his name request, or asked if he'd like to go. He smiled at the thought.
"I'd love too." He answered.
"I only have one question Matt, and then we can go. What- in your opinion- is your best area in schooling?"
"Computers. I'm good at anything to do with computers, or technology, whether it be legal, illegal or anything in between." Matt answered instantly. Mr. Wammy smiled, and ushered Matt out the door.
"The reason I ask, is Wammys is designed to train kids into becoming the next L. We like to know the strong points so we can train you better." Matt nodded like he understood. He wasn't sure who L was, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be L but, He knew this was where he belonged.
"Mattie, you're giving me a head ach with all your spacing out. I'm going to bed. I hope you're better in the morning." Mello said, Matt's head snapped up, and he realized that Mello- again- had brought him somewhere else while he'd been remembering. He shook his head, and climbed into bed, not bothering to correct Mello in calling him Mattie. He lay back and closed his eyes, just wanting this day to be over.
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(5)
Near rubbed his eyes, but refused to go to sleep. Carefully he placed another dice on top of the tower. He didn't want to remember. He knew deep down, that by not remembering he could never overcome what had happened to his parents, but his irrational side- for once- took over and he tried not to remember, in doing so however he slipped asleep.
"Marcus he's just a child. I don't care how smart he is, we cannot sell him out to the press, its not right." Silvia River said, her eyes pleading with her husband.
"Silvia, do you not care how poor this family is? If we let the press have him, we could be rich, and do whatever we wanted. He could make us so much money." Nate sat in his room, trying to block out the sounds of his parents, by focusing all his attention on a puzzle. He set another white piece of a puzzle into its place, just as he heard the first slap echo up the stairs. His mother's sobs soon followed. It wouldn't be long until his father found his way up here and hit Nate.
As Nate was thinking this, he knew something today would be different. He was just hoping that it would stay the same. "I'm sick of living in poverty because you refuse to use our son's talents." A click was heard, Nate, figuring it was a gun, didn't hesitate to call the police.
"This is the police what's you emergency?"
"I think my father has a gun and is going to –"A shot sounded, and Nate almost dropped the phone. "Correction, my father has shot my mother." He said, his voice flat and monotone, despite his hands being sweaty and him being horrified.
"Can you give me your address?" Nate spit it out as fast as he could. His father was coming up the stairs. He hung up, and scrambled to hide in the closet. Sighing in relief when his father walked by. He could hear the sirens. He crawled out of the closet some time later, rushing down the stairs, to see his mother's dead body still on the floor. A cop found him, and pulled him away, brining him to the station. (6)
Near woke up with a start. He sighed, but knocked his tower over. There was no way he was going to sleep tonight. Not after that.
Only a room over, Matt woke up in a similar fashion. Not wanting to wake Mello. He made his way to the bathroom with his Gameboy and PSP, fully intending to spend his night in there. Without sleep.
Mello heard Matt get up and leave. He hated to admit it but he was slightly worried. Matt had only been acting like this since Mello mentioned his parents. Could Matt's home life really been that bad? He rolled over, fighting against insomnia, memories of his own childhood flooded back to him.
1: Review for my epic messenger's bag?
2: Anyone think that was Matt? Anyone? Well at least until I said 'she'?
3: For some of you this may seem like easy math, but hey, they're only eight, Algebra should be hard enough for now. I was going to throw a differential equation problem thingy in there, but unfortunately I suck at math, so Algebra it'll have to be. Someone want to check my math and make sure its right by the way? I suck at Math hard core.
4: Matt didn't ever celebrate mother's day ever, even when Vanessa was taking care of him, because she wasn't his mother.
5: Near's section of memories is going to be a lot shorter than Matt and Mello's because he's not really important right now. Maybe I'll do a longer one later, but for now it's just Near's parents deaths.
6: Uhm, well I think I'm going to have to divulge later on into Nears life. That was a little unexpected, I'll have to see what will become of that.
A/n: I'm going to end it there. Just because I think Mello's part will be as long as Matt's and, I'm going to have a touching moment between Mello and Matt next chapter, and this chapter is already really long ( not really but I don't feel like typing, because if I don't post this now, this chapter will just keep going and going and going.) So until next time, read and review. Tell me what you think.
