Matthew—once known as Mail Jeevas, but he had long since abandoned that name on that awful winter day, where his father, during one of his gaming sessions, started to attack his mother. He did the first thing that came to mind— grabbed his controller, wrapped the cord around his father's neck, and strangled him to death. Unfortunately, Matt was not a strong twelve-year-old, due to his gaming, and his father still managed to attack his mother before, with the only stroke of luck Matt seemed to have, he succumbed to oxygen deprivation and died. It was too late for his mother, and so, by a cruel twist of fate, he had lost both parents on the same day. Matt stepped out of the car on the cold winter morning, replaying against his will the events of the prior week. It was only mid-November, yet the temperatures were below freezing. The black car sped off into the distance as Matt looked around at his surroundings. There was Wammy's House, the orphanage he was told he would be brought to. Everything would be explained later; that's always how it is with adults! They thought he was stupid, didn't they? He wasn't. He was a bright, witty child.

The music in his ears blared. The good part of the song… "I'm not insane, I'm not… Not insane… (Mother) Come back to me, it's almost easy…" The verse made a lump grow in Matt's throat and tears sting his eyes. Thankfully, he wore his goggles, about the only thing he had left of his previous life, which now hid his depression from the world.

An elder gentleman nearly snatched the iPod away from the still-grieving preteen, but he was too quick. If you're not stronger, be faster, he'd always told himself. "No electronics—" he looked at his clipboard, "—Mail Jeevas."

"Don't call me that." He solemnly, yet forcefully, said in a voice that made the old man obey. We'll see about the electronics, I bet I can sneak them so I play right under your nose…

"I'll take you to meet your roommate. He'll show you where to go; I'm too busy to deal with kids like you…"

They walked inside, and after a few minutes of walking—too slowly in Matt's taste— down the hallway, they arrived at a door, which the man opened, revealing twenty or so boys and girls, each varying in ages from five or six to around sixteen. His eyes focused on a white-haired, pale boy playing with a—doll?— as a blonde—he couldn't say for sure whether it was a boy or girl— around his own age, dressed entirely in leather(Matt wondered if he/she was wearing underwear, and if they were leather) yelled furiously at the smaller, white-haired boy.

"Give it back, or I'll shoot you this time!"

"Why should I?" an indifferent voice spoke as he played with his dolls.

"Because, I'll shoot you, ya little shi— Oh. Roger."

"Mello," the man replied, wearily.

"What is it this time? You can't prove anything, you know."

"It's your new roommate."

"Don't wanna roommate," the blonde grumbled.

"Mello, I'm not dealing with this again today. Show him to your room." He ordered before leaving, shutting the door behind him, leaving all the kids unsupervised. It'll be easier than I thought to play my games, then.

"Augh! Near… If you don't give me my chocolate by the time I get back, I swear I'll kick your ass! Not that it'd be that hard…"

The boy—Matt saw it was a boy now— walked over to him. "I'm Mello. If you don't steal my chocolate like that asshole there, we're cool. Also, I'm on top."

"W—what?" Matt's green eyes grew wide.

"Top bunk. What, are you a perv? Just because I dress this way doesn't mean I go that way."

"I'm starting to see why that man didn't like you much. Can't say I blame him."

"Hey, I don't have a problem with shooting you, too. Also, 'bite' is spelled wrong on your shirt. They'll call you an idiot, and that's not good here."

"It's supposed to be spelled like that. 'Byte me.' It's a computer joke." Matt explained. How didn't he know? Computers were the best thing ever, he'd been hacking since he was seven.

"Computers? I like chocolate. And guns." He flashed his gun, hidden in his pants—Matt answered his question from earlier; Mello didn't wear underwear, though the thought hardly pleased him— to prove his point.

"Cool. Just… You're not really going to shoot me, are you?"

"We'll see." He stopped at a door with 'Mello' scrawled on it, in— was that… blood? Kinky…

Matt shook his head to distract him from his thoughts. What the hell is up with me lately? Why the hell am I checking him out like this?

"Anyway, this is it. Just stay away from my shit, I'm on top, and you'll live. Also… Touch my chocolate and I will kill you."

Matt nodded.

"So, do you ever take those goggles off? You don't need them in here."

"No, I don't. I like them."

"I wanna see your eyes…" Mello closed the door, locking it, a sick smile on his face that Matt couldn't say he completely disliked.

"What? No—"

Mello grabbed at his goggles, and he fought him off, kicking like the characters he saw from his games. Unfortunately, Mello was taller, older, and stronger. He didn't have the advantage of surprise like with his father, and Mello was—probably—sober as well. He pinned Matt to the bed, reaching for his goggles, saying, "Take 'em off, or I'll take 'em off for ya! I wanna see, you asshole!"

"N—no! M—Mello…" Matt struggled to get the sentence out, but could hardly even form the thought. Worse yet, he might be feeling something in his heart—No! They were both boys!

"S—stop!"

He didn't. Mello, once he managed to stop Matt's struggling, reached for his goggles. Once he was still (or at least not squirming as much) Mello pulled them off, revealing Matt's large, still somewhat-innocent green eyes. He closed them almost immediately, shutting out all the light and trying to block out reality. This isn't happening… This isn't happening…

"You have pretty eyes, Matt." Mello delicately stroked Matt's cheek with his thumb, Matt struggling against him.

"Shh…" he placed one finger on Matt's lips.

"N—ngh!" he protested, unable to speak because of Mello, but opened his mouth, letting his finger in, and bit down.

"Ow! God damn it, Matt! Don't be like that!" Mello shook his hand in the air once he pulled it away from Matt and his sharp teeth, swearing under his breath, glaring slightly. "Jesus! You drew blood! The hell's wrong with you? I figured you'd be into this after your little "on top" comment earlier…"

"What? I— No!" Matt blushed. Was he? He couldn't be! Sure, Mello may look like a girl, but…

"You're such a tease, Matt! Your mouth says no, but your body's screaming yes…" Mello leaned over him some more, a cruel yet sexy smile on his face. Sexy? No… He can't be feeling something… he didn't even know this boy!

Mello's hand reached in between Matt's legs. "Oh, what do we have here?"

"Stop it, Mello!" his protest sounded futile, even to him. This sucks… Damn it… He had been praying the older boy wouldn't notice his erection.

"But you don't want to stop, do you?"

Damn, what're the odds that I get an actual gay kid? Thank God I called top, but… damn, I only wanted his goggles; that was it! But now I can't stop… No, he'll call me an idiot! A weirdo! Ngh… what should I do?

A/N: Hehe… Well, looks like Matt's gotten himself into a bit of a predicament, hasn't he? And he isn't much better off than Mello. Let's just see how it turns up, shall we? Reviews would be much appreciated, thank you! =D Hope you enjoyed!