Mello sat in the classroom quietly, looking at the chalkboard, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of his face. The board had a small announcement on the side of it, driving him crazy.

"Tomorrow we'll be receiving a new student to the class," It said. "We expect from the Wammy's children to behave properly."

He rolled his blue eyes, letting out a clear and loud sigh with a trace of irritation in it.

"What wrong, Mells?" Asked a black-haired boy. He leaned from the table on the blonde's right, two legs of the chair hovering above the floor and tilting the sit towards the same direction as the boy on it.

"Nothing," Said Mello. "And do not call me that."

"And why not, Mello?" The boy kept asking.

"Because I don't like it. My name is Mello, so you need to call me Mello. If my name was Mells, you'd call me Mells. if it was alexandra, then you could call me a deadman."

His classmate let a laugh out. "You're funny, Mello. Shame you isolate yourself like that!"

The blonde looked at him from the corner of the eye, sending a threaten. The boy quickly left.

Annoying.

The bell rang. He has never felt time pass slower than it did today.

It was this hatred of his to new people. New people meant new minds, new intelligence rank, new challenges... It was already hard for him now the way it is. Lazily, he made his way to his room. Closing the door behind him, he lied down on his bed, and simply prayed that the new student would be as stupid as a rock.

That's not what happened.

The teacher silenced everyone. Mello could hear his heart beats only, and it was not pleasant. He was afraid someone else could hear them as well. The wooden door opened slowly, first not revealing who opened it. But then, just as Mello was about to decide it was a girl, a really shy girl, a guy with red hair and brown-honey eyes came in. He had a long cream-colored vest that reached 'till his knees, white fur outlining squares on it. Other than that, everything was normal clothes that almost every kid wore. the brown eyes looked around until they settled down on Mello, who responded with a blush. The redhead grinned.

I hate him.

It was something he decided too soon, without even knowing the guy one bit. But he knew it. He knew he hated him, and there would be absolutely no way he could have loved him, nor liked him, as a friend, as a classmate...

"Introduce yourself, please," The teacher asked from him kindly. Matt smiled and nodded. He turned his head to the class.

"My name is Matt," He said. Mello was surprised by the tone of his voice. Not only the tone, but also the voice itself. And his name. Those stuff were so unique, his voice firm and clear, smooth in your ear, making the common name sound different, unusual. Mello liked unique stuff.

I hate him.

The teacher thanked him and directed him to a sit behind the blonde. Matt sat down. Now Mello could not concentrate for sure. Every movement, every little noise that guy made, startled him. But then he noticed something much more annoying. Not only was he himself not paying attention in class, that guy was, and was answering most of the questions right. Some he got wrong, and some he didn't know. Those ones, at least half of them, Mello did know. He also knew all of the ones Matt answered right, but that's what he hated. He can answer Mello's precious questions right.

I hate him.

It was lunch break now, and Mello was never more glad to go eat lunch. He was standing in the cafeteria line to grab some food, looking at Matt and actually regretting those pre-feelings. He thought of maybe going afterwards to talk to him, pretend he never hated him, give him a chance. But then, as Mello was about to grab the last chocolate pudding pot, a hand reached and took it. He had to look at the face of the bastard who dared to take what he loved the most, and to his surprise, or maybe not that much, there was an innocent smile on a round face, with red hair falling on the closed eyes. The boy stared at him, furious.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Matt said once he opened his eyes, giving him a look of slight surprise. "Did you plan to take this?"

"Yes, kind of," replied Mello in a slightly irritated voice.

"Well, too bad. It's mine." Matt cut past Mello and continued in line. Mello twitched. He grabbed the pot and took it to himself.

The redhead turned his look to Mello, eyebrows raised in question.

"I'm sorry, but I believe the one who's first gets to take what he wants before the one behind him. So this," He shook the pot in front of his face. "Is mine."

Matt watched as Mello passed him and got far to a table with other kids. He smiled and chuckled to himself.

Such an interesting kid...

It was around 10 at night when Mello had trouble falling asleep and decided to walk around the orphanage. He pulled his feet out of the bed and onto the cold floor. The moon's light shined beautifully, but its shadows casted in the hallways in a scary dark shade, moving on the walls with the wind that whistled through the small cracks in the windows. At a time like this, all he could think of was the sweet melting chocolate on his tongue. A shiver passed through his body.

He got to the kitchen. It was locked, but he knew all the trick to unlock it.

click

He opened the door slowly and sneaked inside the food supply room. After getting three chocolate bars (He'll probably finish these before the sun comes out), he got out and locked the door.

"Nice."

Mello froze, shaking with anger, hoping it wasn't the same guy he had been thinking negative things about for the past few hours. He turned his head around. His hopes went unanswered. The redhead stood with his too-long jacket, grinning at him.

"What do you want?" He hissed.

"Well, I was just walking when I saw the door was open. I have to admit, I didn't think you had it in you, pretty boy."

Mello broke a chocolate bar in half. "I'm not a pretty boy."

Matt laughed silently. "Of course you are. I mean, I did think you were a girl at first, with your shoulder-length straight golden hair and shining blue eyes."

Crack.

"Shut up, dumbass."

"Oh, but that's where you're mistaken. I heard Wammy's kids are smart, and if I'm here..."

"Hure," Mello said.

"What?" Matt asked.

"Nothing. Nothing that concerns you, anyway," He started walking away.

"We'll meet again, my fellow mate." Matt waved.

"Of course! We study in the same class!" Mello yelled.

"Oh, right," Matt remembered.

"Dumm..." Mello said to himself.

3 a.m was when Mello finally found some sleep. Until then, all he did was bite to his chocolate and think all the hatred thoughts he could have for his new classmate. He was so tired but not aware of it, that he fell asleep in the middle of a thought, with the edge of the third chocolate bar in his mouth.

The more Mello saw him, the more he hated him. In fact, after a month, he couldn't stand close to the kitchen, with the memory of what happened. Every class seemed to take forever. The only times he managed to enjoy those were when the redhead didn't pay attention or talk to others. Then the blonde could forget all about his existence and immerse in his own world, right there in class, just how he liked it.

Mello was sitting near a lake. It was a Saturday afternoon, and everyone went out to play. The skies weren't clear, but it didn't show any hints of possible rain. Seated there, he threw small rocks. A few went jumping, others sank to the bottom of it.

"Hey," The voice came from behind him. Mello was pretty calm until now; and until he finally managed to calm down a bit...

"What is it that you want?" He hissed aggressively. Matt sat down besides him. If Mello wouldn't feel lazy and a sudden pleasantness, he would have gotten up.

"You know, we haven't really got to talk," Matt said.

"And why will I want to talk to you?" He spat the words out. The other scrunched his nose.

"Because... Well, I don't know why you'll want to talk to me, the most awesome and incredible guy you'd ever meet." Unexpectedly, Mello let a small chuckle escape from between his lips. Even he was surprised, since he placed a hand on his mouth quickly. Matt slightly smiled. "But I'd like to spend some time with you."

Why wasn't Mello mad anymore? Why didn't he feel like shoving Matt into the lake, something he felt like doing a minute ago? What changed that made him want Matt to stay? Is it because his presence became less significant? Because even if the redhead participated in class activities, he still wasn't as outstanding as Mello? Or was his existence already an unimportant factor in the blonde's life?

"Why would you want that?" He tried keeping his tone threatening, but couldn't really do it. In fact, it had some softness in it.

"I don't know if Mello had noticed, but I kind of like him," Matt admitted easily. He had a straight face on, he didn't look worried or bothered, simply saying things in an easy, quick flow. But inside he was shaking, nervous, regretting right away he had said what he said. Mello possibly didn't notice, so caught up in the competition Wammy's orphanage raise you to participate in that he wasn't aware Matt would spend some great time paying attention to the blonde.

Mello opened his eyes widely, blushing a bit.

"Idiot. You think I'd fall for your stupid, pathetic prank?" He looked to the ground, hair falling in front of his face, hiding the bright blush that was a result of shyness and frustration.

"Then let me prove it to you."

The blonde raised his head in question, and his answer was already halfway towards him.

Matt placed one hand under Mello's chin, got him a bit closer and kissed him right on the lips. When he finally stopped the kiss, Mello wasn't able to speak. It was simply blue eyes staring inside brown ones.

"Is this proof good enough?"

So, yeah XD
This story is a longer Mello x Matt story... I hope you'll like it, and that I won't abandon it like all my other stories who (supposedly) have a continue O.O
Oh, the words "Hure" and "Dumm" are in german... I used google translate so i don't know if it's precisely correct XD Hope it is T^T

EDITED! Ah, feels good to go back to my sweet lil' ol' fanfictio's. I'll probs edit all of the chapters, like fixing grammar mistakes or rewriting a few parts. Nothing that will affect the main plot of the story, though. Welp, this one is done!