I don't even know how old they are at this point, and to be honest, I don't care too much. Just read. I'm aware of some making-sense issues, but hey, it's 12:36 exactly and I'm fucking exhausted.

Gud Nite

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Mello had never particularily liked anyone who stepped through the threshold of the worn orphanage; some of them were either too mentally wounded from their previous lives to even understand. Most of them moaned and groaned, cried and wailed for something they could never have.

Then, there were the few of them who had gained Mello's respect, you could say. It didn't matter whether or not Matt was one of the kids who were pathetic, weak, and whiny, the blond didn't like him. At all.

So when Roger assigned Matt a room, a room which just so happened to at the time be occupied by Mello, he obviously wasn't pleased, hence the reason why he stalked down the hallways of the building, heading directly towards Roger's office, and entering without knocking or showing his presence.

The old man looked up so quickly his pen fumbled out of his hand and hit the floor noisily, though Mello's polite nature was even more absent than usual as he stepped forward ignorantly, narrowly avoiding stepping on the ink pen, and leaned over towards him.

Mello was pretty sure Roger already knew why he was here, but there was no harm in proving a point, "No," he growled simply, saying it slowly as it he were teaching the word to Roger, "No, you'll take that brat out of my room immediantly. You already are aware-"

"Please, Mello, enough," he spoke firmly, though it was slightly hoarse, "You aren't anymore superior than any other other children are. You don't get to make the final descisions around here, and you don't get everything you want, when you want. Matt is your dorm partner, and that's that."

He briefly considered going a route he rarely did; pout or whine. Or the more common one; cause havoc until Roger finally gave in so the orphanage didn't go up in flames, but this time, he decided that maybe, just maybe, he'd see who this guy really was.

So he turned around and left wordlessly, leaving Roger to once again wonder about the young teenager's strange behaviour.

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There were two sides of the orphanage; upstairs and on the west wing were the dorm rooms where every child stayed. The rest of the orphanage consisted of dozens of classrooms, yet only from grades kindergarten to grade six. Across the yard was a building, three stories high, where the older children went for school.

Anna was waiting, along with another boy, at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the plain brick building. He recognized the copper hair of Matt, but he stayed silent. He didn't even say anything in his head, and merely walked over.

"Hi," he greeted bluntly, nodding first to Anna, and slowly to Matt. He flashed a sarcastic smile at the blond, before turning his jade gaze away. Anna sighed.

Idiots, "Can we go to class? I'm going to be late for Math," she explained quickly. Mello passed them wordlessly and into the large building, Matt doing the same. Trying to hide her annoyance, she narrowed her blue eyes and followed calmly into the school.

As Anna went to math class, both Matt and Mello had to go to History in the same class. Perhaps the fact that the redhead wasn't talking made the situation a bit better, or maybe just a bit awkward, but at least, so far, they weren't arguing.

Matt rarely paid attention, looking up only when he was adressed, though he still seemed to know this stuff pretty well. Mello openly slept through class, ignoring the teachers calls and threats to send him to the office, or even Roger. Finally coming to the realization that the blond could care less, she shook her head and turned back to the chalkboard. Matt smirked.

Mello wasn't one to skip class; he kept up with homework, completed all his work in class, and paid attention most of the time. But nearly every class, except for Art, he either did something he wasn't supposed to, or just acted ignorant and bored. Like he didn't care. Which at the moment he didn't.

In the early afternoon, when he had Art luckily with both Matt and Anna, Mello once again felt restless and just bored. The entire class was silent, except for the occasional whisper to one another to 'pass the eraser' or 'i need the blue paint' or whatever else. The blond watched Anna sketch a landscape on a piece of paper, while Matt attempted to draw something similliar to Anna's, before averting his gaze out the window.

"I'm sneaking out."

Anna rolled her eyes, continuing to draw the lead of the pencil smoothly along the paper, while Matt looked up from his demented-looking sketch. "Why?"

"Well, why not?"

"Why now?"

"Why are you speaking?"

"Why are you checking me out?"

"Dude, what the fuck!"

The teacher's head immediantly shot up at Mello's loud, abrubt outburst. Anna was slowly turning away, her eyebrows raised, while the Art teacher pointed to Mello, then pointed to the door wordlessly. The blond smiled cheerfully and stood up.

"Washroom!" Matt's hand shot up the second Mello left the room. The teacher narrowed an eye at him suspiciously, but flicked her wrist towards the door to briefly dismiss him from the room. The redhead shot out the door.

"Yo, wait up!" The redhead skid to a halt beside Mello, who was at his locker, swinging his black back pack over one shoulder. He blinked his saphire eyes once at him. "Yes?"

"Are you leaving school for the rest of the day?"

The blond pretended to look thoughtful, stretching once before turning down the hallway, "Maybe. Maybe not. Actually, yeah I am. So what. You going to stand there like a dumbass or are you coming?"

"Me?"

"Uh, yeah you. I don't fucking talk to myself."

Matt merely grinned and turned down the hallway, "Yeah, whatever. I'll meet you outside."

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"Have you seen Mello? Oh, Matt as well? They disapeared at fifth period."

"No," L replied, continuing down the hallway and passing Roger's office without stopping, "I rarely speak to them, anyways," he called over his shoulder. The old man frowned, before continuing on with his work.

As he turned the corner, and down the next hallway, a girl with blonde hair bowled into him, nearly knocking him over. He recognized Anna, a girl his age who was friends with Mello, and beside her, a slim dark-haired brunette with hazel-green eyes. Parker.

"Hi!" she quickly backed away, "Um, sorry 'bout that, but have you seen Mello? I'm trying to cover for him and Matt, but they'll be getting into-"

He cut in sharply, "No. I haven't..." he trailed off yet again, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the window. Parker watched him carefully, glancing at where he was now looking. Her eyes widened.

"Um. Anna?"

"Not now, Parker, we have to go-"

"LOOK!"

After catching a glimpse of some fists, some blond and red hair, and hearing a whole lot of muffled commotion, all three of them filed outside and into the evening sun, which was already beginning to set. A musculer teenager who apeared to be alot older than Mello himself towered over the blond, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Behind him, Matt struggled with another teenager.

"You aren't going anywhere, asshole," the older boy growled. Mello merely smiled, flashing pearly white teeth, and narrowed his eyes mockingly.

"Oh, and you'd be the rapist?" Mello purred. A brief flash was all he glimpsed before a fist slammed into his face, and a small gang of witnesses stepped neatly to the side as he toppled over and onto the ground.

"He just hit Mello!!" a few kids whispered, their eyes wide. Matt quickly jerked away from the other boy, ducking behind a tree, just as Mello stood up, a trail of blood swirling down his flawless skin, which would soon contain a small gash. He shook his head, causing it to splatter onto the gravel and cement and down into his eyes.

"Oh shit," Anna breathed, while L watched with narrowed eyes. Parker stood by the doors at the back of the school yard, watching from a small distance.

"...We need to stop it," the dark-haired boy suddenly growled, his quiet, accented voice unusually rough. Anna looked at L in suprise as he stepped forward.

She stepped after him, "Are you stupid? What the hell-"

Yet she had nothing to say when the fight continued, and L actually fought as if he were some sort of expertise at fighting. He lightly used something that was similliar to some sort of martial arts, but either way, even the two teens who opposed Mello and Matt seemed a bit confused.

Two other children in the crowd helped Mello to his feet, though he shoved them away immediantly, wiping blood off of his face as best as he could. Matt watched the two teens back off, laughing as if they were bored, or just mockful of their attempts to get them to leave, and left slowly. Parker finally came forward with the rest of them.

"What the hell was that about?" Anna snapped, coming up to Mello and raising a hand as if she were about to slap him. The blond winced, raising a hand.

"Don't you dare," the british boy shut one of his eyes painfully, "I just got ploughed in the face, I don't need an unneccasary sting from you too."

"I wasn't going to!" she snapped once more, "Just tell me why the hell you had two seniors ready to tear your eyes out!"

Behind him, Matt flipped his hair out of his eyes and began to walk over to them, "Matt," Mello began, glancing at the redhead briefly, "Found it neccasary to provoke a fight out of them. This time, I swear, I had nothing to do with starting it." He put his hands up innocently. Anna rolled her eyes and smacked them back down to his sides.

Matt stood beside them, one of the lenses to his goggles cracked directly down the middle. Frowning, he slipped them off and shoved them in his pocket with a sigh, "My bad.." He muttered. Behind him, Parker hit him upside the head.

"Yeah, you ARE bad!" her hazel-green eyes glinted, "You're glad L came along...where the hell did he go, anyways? And how'd he know to do that...um...those things he did?"

"Don't know," Mello yawned, "Don't care. Good night," he turned and began to walk towards the dorm-room building, "If Roger asks what happened to my face, tell him I dumped the hottest girl in school because of some cool reason and she and her friends ganged up on me. Mkay?"

"..Sure, Mels."

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