The first week living at Wammy's House wasn't so bad. Even though I got myself a new bully. It usually takes about a month or so to gain a new bully but this boy was something special.

It was actually in our first encounter that he became my bully so we didn't get to have a decent chat before or actually become friends before. When I think about it, he sure did have a hot temper.

Everyone had already eaten dinner, so everyone was either in their rooms, outside playing sports, or somewhere else in this gigantic orphanage. I was in the library, looking for a nice, thick book to read that night. By the time I checked out a book called "The Book Thief", I was on my way to my room. While approaching the stairs, I bumped into someone who wore a tight, long-sleeve shirt with shoulder length blonde hair.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am." I said, resuming my slow pace towards the stairs. Apparently I didn't get that far because out of nowhere, I was grabbed by a strong pair of hands and slammed into the wall. The sudden impact made me drop my book.

"You better watch what you say," said a boy with the shoulder length hair. Well there was my mistake for the evening. Looking closely at his face, it was obvious that he was a boy. What I didn't understand. Was why his hair was long. Anyone could easily mistake him for a girl at first glance.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were a girl for a second there. You should get a haircut or something." I said, not thinking about what I said. He face got scrunched up and slammed me to the wall again. He was squeezing my shoulders a little harder, causing me to wince at the pain.

"You don't want to fuck with me! No one fucks with me!" he hissed, stabbing me with an icy glare. It didn't scare me as much, though I felt a bit uncomfortable at the moment.

"That's some vocabulary you've got there, sir. You talk like that to everyone?" I said, not thinking once again. He once again slammed me against the wall, and gripped my shoulder tighter this time, causing me to yelp. I tried to squirm from his grip, but he slammed me to the wall again.

"That's it!" he yelled out raising his fist in the air. "Your just asking for it!" He was ready to slam his fist in my face, when a hand grabbed it, holding it back before it could hit me.

"You should stop." said a red-haired boy wearing goggles and a stripe shirt. "You'll cause a ruckus and it will attract attention."

The blonde boy, hesitated at first, but then reluctantly let go of my shoulders. I immediately rubbed my aching shoulders but was stopped when he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to him. "This ain't over. You'll be getting that beating! Just not now! So don't think this is over!" He pulled me a little closer. "Count on it, bitch!" he hissed, releasing me.

I kneeled to pick up my book, relieved that it wasn't damaged or that none of the pages were bent. I watched as the two boys walked down the halls, leaving me alone. I quickly shut my book and rushed towards the stairs, hoping that no one would come out of their rooms and ask what happened.

"Oh him? That's Mello." said Linda after I explained what happened. "And the red haired boy is Matt."

I thought about it, after she told me their names. For a short-tempered boy, his name didn't seem to fit him very well. Anyone could glare at him and not get away with it. I'm glad that I found out his personality before knowing his name. Names could be deceiving, especially if they weren't your real name.

"Your pretty lucky that you didn't get beat. But if I were you, I would watch my back. He could strike at the most unexpected times." she said, drawing something in her sketchbook. "He's the most cruel kid in the orphanage so nobody messed with him. You sure have guts." I rubbed my neck nervously. Looks like the rest of my life in this orphanage is going to be a nightmare now with him around to be picked on.

"So who's Matt? He didn't seem to be as mean as Mello."

"Oh he's a boy who doesn't talk much, but he hangs around Mello a lot. You will barely see him without a game in his hand, which surprises me that he wasn't carrying one when Mello was picking on you." Linda answered. "He doesn't seem to always be mean like Mello but he can cause trouble sometimes."

"Well, in my opinion, he seems to be the one that deserves the name, Mello. That name just doesn't suit that hot headed boy." I said, lying on my bed, and opening my book.

"I agree… But Mello isn't always picking on people. He can sometimes be nice, but not to everyone." I turned my gaze to her, interested in what she said. She continued, noticing that I wanted to hear more. "I'm one of those people he is usually nice to. When he's not in a good mood though, he always tells me that I'm annoying him. I wonder…."

I shifted my gaze back to the book, reading the prologue of the book. I couldn't think properly with that Mello guy on my mind, but as soon as I got to the first chapter, I tuned out everything and was completely concentrated on the story.

A/N: So there was chapter 2, introducing the short-tempered, gay looking Mello and his trusty sidekick Matt, the video game addict wearing stripes. I have nothing against Mello. He is alright but I like to mess with him. Review and see what you think or any suggestions. Anything is welcome and encouraged.