-Mello

I set my suitcase on a bed in the bedroom L had directed me to. The frame creaked and groaned with any sort of additional weight onto it and I sighed. Sleeping peacefully would be out of the question… I glanced around the room, surveying my surroundings. There were two beds in here, one green, and one blue. The green bed appeared to be occupied, and I did have some decency towards my cousin so I took the blue bed. There wasn't much else, subtracting a night stand that held a lamp and a stack of manga. In the white door closet I found a hamper, filled with clothes, and empty wire hangers. I decided my more favored articles of clothing would occupy them. My skin, from the long car ride felt grubby and full of filth, so I logically headed to the bathroom. I stood beneath the hot water and let the grime and sweat rinse from my flesh and travel down the drain.

-Matt

"That's right Toki, take it like a man"… I murmured to the black and white pages of my manga. Currently the lead character Toki's fists were curled in tight balls onto the sheets of his bed as his lover ravished and made love to him. I had my goggles pushed atop my head for a better view, as Toki tossed his head back, his cheeks a fiery red, his grip white on the sheets as he was about to scream the name of his lover… When the door opened, on reflex I shoved the embarrassing novel beneath my sheets and pretended to be lazing about and smoking, but this particular event brought upon me kind of ruined the act…

In stepped Mello, my new roommate. He was in the nude, subtracting a towel on his waist clinging to the curve of his hips. His pale skin glistened with wet of being freshly clean, and his blond hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Instantly the book concerning Toki's love life felt thick and heavy against my inner thigh, and I felt for certain it would leave an uncomfortable pink blemish if I did not rush into the bathroom and relive myself.

"Why the hell are you in Near's bed? Got some sort of a fetish Bastard"?

"Actually no, this is my bed. As if L would let Near live in the same room as everyone else. Don't you know, their social skills are equivalent to those of a box". I tried light humor to distract me from that glistening God that stood in my bedroom. Damn, it should be illegal to be that sexy… As soon as I thought of the word illegal, a perverse scenario involving handcuffs and a police uniform came to mind. That weight from my book continued to feel heavier and heavier pressed against my thigh and I audibly gulped.

"Hey Bastard, are you alright? I mean it appears I'm roommates with you, and I don't want to catch your nasty ass diseases". That sounded relatively caring, in a way… No actually it didn't.

"I-I-I, yeah in fact I'm feeling a bit warm… I'm going to take a shower". I stood from my bed, and skidded from the room. As I dashed past Mello, I caught his alluring scent of cologne and chocolate. Gooseflesh erupted down my arms as I grabbed a towel from the closet, and locked the bathroom door.

-Mello

After closing and locking the door, I was able to dress in peace. After stepping into a pair of gray skinny jeans and a low ct long black sleeved shirt, I began to tug my hair back into it's ponytail when I realized something. The Bastard left his damned bed unmade! Now it isn't my fault I have a case of what's been diagnosed as OCD. I personally view myself as just being a bit of a neat freak, but the longer I stared at the fact the red headed Bastard's bed was not folded into symmetrical creases, the more I felt like I was either going to hurl, or throw a punch through the wall. I decided it would better me most, to make his bed for him. As I began to straighten the white cotton sheets, I noticed a smallish rectangle like object, tangled in the lower most of the blankets. Out of curiosity and the general fact I was going to have to remove it to make the bed perfectly, I shoved my hand into the foot part of the Bastard's bed, and pulled out what seemed to be an ordinary manga, until I began thumbing through the pages.

Large, graphic, black and white erotic images greeted my blue eyes as I stared at what I gathered as the main character getting his brains screwed out by what I understood, his sempai. I realized a full three minutes had passed that I had been staring at this particular page. My mouth felt dry, my skin felt hot, but I was shaking. I slowly set the book down on the night stand and continued to make the bastard's bed. When he returned, the bruises on his face where less pronounced, and he had somehow produced a fresh pair of pants and a shirt, but his goggles remained not present from a tangle of damp red hair.

"Dude, did you make my bed"? His voice shook slightly; he already assumed I had found the graphic novel.

"Yes, yes I did".

"So, did you find anything particular under the sheets"?

"Other than Toki-kun having his brains screwed out by his sensei? Well, I guess I found one of your socks". The bastard laughed.

"No, I'm serious Bastard, that shit was disgusting. I feel like I have to burn my hands".

"Oh". His hair fell into a way where his eyes were no longer visible; his mouth became a solid grim line.

"Yeah, when I'm making your bed again, you'd better leave your nasty ass socks off your mattress and put them in the hamper where they belong. Or trust me Matt; I'm going to kick your ass". The hair lifted from the Bastard's green eyes and he grinned.

"Alright! I won't leave my socks in bed anymore".

"You'd better not, and by the way, my name is Mello".

"Yeah, I know. L told me".

"Bastard". I grinned, perhaps this new living location wouldn't be as bad as I had expected. I may actually even like it…

"Hey, Mello would you like to go for a drive"?