The Story of Matt and Mello

PT. 1;; Memory



It’s true; Mello had always been a loner, mostly due to his aggression and mean look.
But since Wammy’s there was one person that got to him, that saw through his I-hate-the-world attitude (though he díd hate the world, of course) and that one person got Mello to be nice to him. Sometimes. If he had to.
It had felt strange at first; someone that doesn’t back off when he glares at him, or that sits near him when everyone else is afraid to even be in the same room as him.
Mello could still remember the day they met, the first short interference as if it were yesterday...



He just came back from the library and was sorting his new books in two piles;
one with books he could take anywhere and one with books he would hide under his bed.
He picked up the ‘secret’ pile and pushed it gently under the bed, Oliver Twist on top.
A smile curled on his lips when he thought about the story he knew by heart..


There was a single knock on his door and it swung open, turning Mello’s smile into a cranky grin.

“If you’re going to be polite you better go all the way and wait after you knock.”

“Were you doing something private then?”, Near said from the doorway.

Mello turned around and glared at him. “It’s you. What do you want.”

“Roger says there are some new kids, and he wants me to ask children if they wanted to come and meet them--”

“You can tell Roger that I’m not the welcoming sunshine type, as he already knows”, Mello said and turned around again.

“..I will tell him you declined his request then.”
The only respond Mello gave was a book of quantum physics he threw at him.



After a while of reading in a few books, Mello discovered he was out of chocolate.
‘Now I have to go get some,’ he pondered, weighing the choices of staying here chocolate-less or going downstairs to sneak some with him (the limit was a horrifying three a day; for Mello it was raised to five, which still awfully smelled like dictator) with the risk of bumping into some annoying kid, or teacher for that matter.
Spending the rest of the day without his bars felt like dying. He decided he was going.


From his door to the stairs he didn’t see anyone, on the way down there was a little girl but she ran away as soon as she saw who was coming.
He walked from pillar to pillar, and was just a few more runs away from the kitchen when he heard Roger coming. Waiting behind a big cream-coloured pillar he twitched.
‘I want my chocolate, I need my chocolate..’, he whined in thought.

“And if you will follow me this way I will show you wh..” Rogers’ voice faded away as the group of people moved on, leaving Mello undiscovered and by himself.

In the kitchen he got straight to the point; he knew his way, he’d done it plenty of times.
He got a chair to stand on and put it in front of the second cabinet.
Then he searched around in his pockets, looking for the pin he always carried around.
With that he picked the lock, it was a bit too small for it but it didn’t break off so Mello thought it was fine. He’d get as much as he could and stuff his pockets, and then put the remaining bars in place so it didn’t look like much was taken away. The doors closed, the lock clicked itself and the chair went back to the table. All of it in a heartbeat and everything stood like it should.
He was standing by the table when he heard something.
He looked at the door and saw a boy sitting there, quite comfortable, against it.

‘That’s weird, I haven’t seen a redhead here..’

“Hello?”, Mello said, sounding surprised.

“Don’t you mean ‘Welcome, Sunshine’?” the boy smirked.

“..What?” Mello got back into character, frowning at the person sitting.

Who got up and took a couple of steps forward.
“We were walking past your room when you were talking to Pyjama Boy,” he said laughing.

“So now you’re--” Mello realized he called Near a name.
Every new kid had respected and worshipped Near from the moment they saw him.

“What did you just call him?”, he asked, a little less anger in his voice.

“P-Pyjama Boy,” the fellow answered a little shy, “is he a friend of yours? I didn’t really think so s.. it slipped out.”

They stared at each other for a while, Mello’s thought racing.
‘That’s a good one, got to give it to him.. But who is he? I mean, if they were walking past when I was telling Near to go away Roger múst’ve said something of a warning about me. He’s one of the first to not run away instantly..’

“Mello, what are you doing here? You have received your chocolate for the day already..”
Roger!

Mello was too much in shock about the sudden and unknown kind feeling he had of this new boy that he couldn’t think of a lie.

“I.. I..--”

“He was giving me my chocolate. I don’t know where to get it.”

Mello looked to his side, at the boy who just saved him.

“Oh. Well.. Alright then”, Roger said hesitantly, probably not sure if the new boy wasn’t going to be hurt.

The kid nodded, giving Roger a signal he could leave.

Roger walked out again, but turned around.

“I was about to show you to your room when you disappeared. I won’t preach about how this isn’t a very good start, but please follow me now?”

Somehow Mello thought that the ‘not so perfect start’-part wasn’t only the disappearing..

The boy spoken to blushed a little and then quickly walked after him.

“See you around, Danger Boy..”, he whispered so only Mello could hear it.