Matt sat in his room. God, it was like being put in time out all over again.
"Matt, stop licking your fingers and get over here!" Mello barked from across the room.
"Hmm? yeah, sure." He finished licking the creamy white frosting from his fingers and ran over to his best friend who was trying to clean up all the ingredients from the birthday cake they had prepared.
"Clean up!" He pointed at the mess of flour and cocoa on the counter and Matt rolled his eyes.
"Yes sir." He sarcastically groaned, grabbing a rag from the sink. Swabbing at the counter top, he started to zone off, it was three in the morning and they had snuck from their rooms to the kitchen.
The really reason, you could say, was birthdays. Birthdays wern't celebrated at Wammy's because of the same reason of fake names. They all shared a collective birthday normally celebrated in the middle of the year. Mello had insisted that he have his own celebration and so, they went down to make a cake.
"Matt, wake up. The cake's ready." Matt found himself sprawled alseep on the counter top, flour in his hair. He shook his head and grabbed two forks from the side drawer. There wasn't enough time to ice the cake so they did something different.
"Happy birthday Mello." Matt dipped his fork in the icing, then the warm chocolate cake. They both sat there in happy silence. In the light of a flashlight sitting on the cold tiled floor it seemed like nothing else could of been so wonderful.
Four hours later, They were called into the office where they both sat in the familiar wooden chairs. Roger looked at them over the bridge of his glasses and sighed. Mello glared at him while Matt was staring out the window at the new falling snow. Perhaps they could make a snowman later.
"You both know why you're in here. I want to make this very clear. You do not go about unauthorized activities here in Wammys. You are both smart enough to know that."
"Uh-huh."
"You will both be restricted to your rooms for next week during free period. That means no playing with the other children, and no going outside. You are dismissed."
It always was a bit lonely. No video games to distract him, nobody to talk to. It was eerily quite within the cold halls of Wammys. It was irrational to be lonley though because he wouldn't be in exactly fourty seven minutes. He wouldn't bother wishing he was outside because he would be in another six days.
It wasn't worth rationalizing everything because life is unpredictable.
Heh, unpredictable would be an understatement.
Beyond got up from his crouch and cracked his knuckles. He had been working on his computer for a good several hours and had learned some very interesting things about his new 'friend' Light Yagami. Needless to say that he found quite quickly that he was staying in a hotel in the United States. He could arrange to meet him then. It was lucky then that they wern't too far away. One trip by car and they'd be there.
He had checked and they wouldn' be able to use Matthew's car. It was licenced under one of Mail's other fake names. The police were looking for the false identitiy of a false identity who was planned to attack Takada.
He liked having this crowning seat. To be able to see from an omnipotent view of everything. Like the chess master he could see the move of every piece, directing them until they reached the desired outcome.
When most people play chess, they do not coddle and valiantly try to protect their pawns. Nor do they protect their other less powerful players. They focus on a main stratagy and give and take in order to achieve that goal. Mail Jeevas wasn't the queen in his plan. He was perhaps a rook, or even a bishop. Useful, but not necessary. After all, it was possible to win a game with only a queen and a king.
He took the printed piece of paper showing a map to the hotel. It would take two hours to drive there, three if they had to rest a car. He would have to forge another identity or steal one. He moved to the window and looked outside.
He could see a couple people walking around on the street , one or two driving their cars. He looked closely and saw the name of one of the drivers. He blond and was driving a bright red car. His name was "Alfred F Jones" licence plate, "Teh Hero".
Easy enough to get his personal information. It was trickier that usual to get his personal information, but it was possible. Strange though, he lived...at the white house? Shrugging he knocked on the door of Mail's room.
"Time to go Mail."
Author's Note- Okay, there was an extremely obvious Hetalia reference here. I rather enjoyed it. The flashback was fun. I rather enjoy writing flashbacks if you've been reading any of my other stories. The winter thing is another reference to Mello's actual birthday. Thanks for the reading and the reviewing!