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AN: I rather like this one... question…. Do you think we can get this more reviews than Choices? I think I'd die……. XD

Suggested Listening: Memories by David Guetta ft Kid Cudi

Chapter Two: Too Good

Matt pressed the buttons on his old gameboy color harder than necessary and smirked in victory as he completed the level. He shifted the lollipop to the other side of his mouth and glanced over at the rooms other occupant.

There was a just a flash of yellow for a moment before it disappeared over the side of the bed; Mello was cleaning again. He glanced down at the game and began a new level. Mello had come to Wammys sometime around six months before, and ever since the day Mello had told them they were friends they had been inseparable, growing ever closer as the days passed.

Matt smiled fondly at the thought. He really did like the blonde bundle of energy.

Mello had also gotten better at speaking to others, where he had once been so silent; though nowadays it was generally to yell or growl at them. He remembered the first time Mello had spoken to another kid there, other than himself. The boy had just accidently knocked into Mello making him drop and crack his chocolate bar on the floor. Mello had narrowed his eyes and spoken in such soft harsh tones and the boy had looked ready to cry; and Matt knew for a fact that the other teen was older than Mello's own thirteen years.

Mello was also still first in the rankings, though Matt knew that he hardly tried to stay there as he stated he wasn't competing with Matt as Matt wasn't competing with him. That didn't mean that Mello slacked off like Matt did with his studies.

Not at all.

Matt found that Mello loved to learn anything and everything. His mind absorbed things like a sponge. Though if Matt thought on that he wondered if Mello's brain would ooze out his ears when it got too full. He laughed at the absurd image and Mello cocked an eyebrow at him from his crouched position by his bed to which he merely gestured dismissively.

Mello eyes seemed to say 'fine keep your secrets' as he disappeared as far under the bed as he could to grab, what Matt presumed, were more discarded chocolate wrappers. The blonde could honestly eat more chocolate than anyone Matt had ever met, and probably anyone he would meet.

But Mello would probably say the same about him and his games.

They were aware of each other quarks and yet were not generally bothered by them. Except for the time Matt had slipped on one of Mello's many discarded chocolate wrappers and found himself careening dangerously into the desk.

It had lead to a crack in his goggles and Mello's chocolate disappearing for over a week until Mello had cleaned up each and every wrapper. Needless to say, Mello made sure to keep the slippery wrappers off the main floor, just as Matt kept his games off. That wasn't to say, though, that Mello didn't simply toss the wrappers under the bed once the trash bin was overflowing.

But Matt didn't mind.

Though Matt only suspected Mello was cleaning like a maniac at the moment because there was the hushed rumor of L possibly coming for a visit. Very few of the orphans there had actually met the man, Mello included, and the one who hadn't were excited and the ones who had... they were near manic.

Matt had never met the man, only Mr. Wammy, so he honestly couldn't see what the big deal was. But he supposed that he was also biased in the fact that he didn't want to be a detective despite having spoken with the man once or twice through a laptop with no webcam. He figured that if he hadn't been taken in by Mr. Wammy that he would have ended up as a hacker and even possibly in jail for his feats by now.

Mello had been one of the lucky few who had been picked up by Mr. Wammy and L.

Mello said that L was tall, though he slouched to appear smaller as it was deceptive, and had a rats nest of raven colored hair and wore baggy blue jeans and long-sleeved white shirts. Mello said it with such awe that it had Matt wondering if there was something he was missing. L certainly, by description alone, didn't sound all that great.

But Matt wasn't about to interfere with Mello's hero worship, or whatever it was, over L.

"Catch!" Mello called to him. And after six months of living with the blonde as a roommate Matt didn't bother to look up, knowing that if he missed it was far safer to keep his face away from whatever was being thrown, and instead raised his hand and grasped the object that smacked into his palm.

"You're getting good at that." Mello remarked as he looked at Matt's clenched hand. In it was tiny game cartridge for his old gameboy. He looked up questioningly at Mello who merely shrugged.

"I found it under my bed." was all he said. Matt rolled his eyes skyward. Everything was found under Mello's bed. Matt had honestly begun to wonder if Mello had kleptomania and simply decided to give things back every once and a while.

Though there was also the possibility that everything was just under his bed. For as messy as Matt had been before Mello, it seemed the two of them combined misplaced more items with a clean room than Matt had with all the years of living in that pigsty.

It was irony, Matt supposed. Sort of like never brushing your teeth and never having any cavities and only getting one once you start to take care of them. Irony. Matt hated it.

He watched as the blonde emptied all the garbage into a large plastic bag, the things from under the bed included, and walked from the room. Matt knew that he would b gone for a while, as Mello was usually sidetracked by the going ons in Wammys, which left Matt on his on for some time.

He was actually rather bored with his game at the moment, having just beaten a boss and being thoroughly taped out on the storyline for the moment. He saved the game and tossed it gently to the middle of his bed before procuring his laptop and sitting on the floor with it.

He decided on playing WoW. It was always interesting, even if he was sometimes bombarded with conversation.

He decided to play his high leveled character, rather than snoop around on one of his lesser accounts and creating havoc, and was instantly spammed with other players asking where he'd been for the last few weeks.

He settled for saying that he had been bogged down with school work, which he received some understanding replies for, which was completely untrue. But he couldn't very well and tell them he'd been content to play Tetris and watch his roommate study.

He ended up going on a mission of sorts with a few other regulars he knew, though they had mainly done it for the items they would receive, and they had come across another group who were conversing animatedly about something whilst not noticing the enemies approaching. "n00bs" Mackinly78 said and his group replied with eye rolls and Lol's. But there was something that caught his attention, or at least a fading interest, in the chat that was scrolling down the side of his screen.

He kept the information in mind and after he finished the mission said that his internet was on the fritz again and signed off so he wouldn't be distracted as he searched the net. He wondered at his curiosity on these matters; if it were simply because some things were similar to his own past, or simply because he was morbidly curious.

He merely had to go onto one of the internets international new sites and the story was headlining. It was about a billionaire's son who had seemingly vanished, right after the boys genius stature had been made pubic at a party. The boy was said to be eleven years old and was very distinctive with his albinism, leading to very pale skin and silverish white hair though he lacked the well known red eyes. There was a video where the distraught father was seen pleading, at a press conference, for his sons safe return.

Then as he watched other footage, and read more of the rather large article, the authorities apparently began to belie that the family had something to do with the disappearance.

Something struck Matt as wrong, with the entire situation, though he couldn't figure out what it was. Like there was a little warning flag attached to something within the contents of the case but nothing jumped out at him as the cause.

He shrugged it off as a problem for another day should it nag at him enough. He cleared his history and shut the laptop down. He was bored again, but honestly had nothing he wanted to do at the moment.

He found that he was increasingly bored without Mello around, and it wasn't even like Mello really ever did anything with him other than talk or joke around. Mello didn't like his games, as he said they were absolute brain rot material, which left Mello not involved with a lot of things he did.

And yet, every time the blonde was away from him, he felt... empty?

Mello was most certainly the closest he'd let himself get to another person since he'd come to Wammys. And the blonde was definitely his best friend... but he wondered sometimes why Mello even hung out with him as he didn't seem very interested in the things he did.

But he figured that so long as things were working out well, that there was no reason to change anything.

He laid down on his spot of the floor, the wood cool against his cheek, and goggle covered eyes stared at the small crack of light that lit the room from behind the blackout curtains that Mello had allowed to stay up.

He closed his eyes and what seemed like minutes later the door slammed open and Mello stomped into the room. Not out of anger, but that's just how he was sometimes.

"Were you sleeping... on the floor?" Mello asked finally, as he'd come to stand over him, blonde hair falling into his face. If Mello's features were any softer, his eyes more of a lighter blue and the look of incredulity replaced with a smile, Matt would have said he looked like a girl.

"Not really sleeping." he replied, though he honestly wasn't even sure if he were being truthful anymore. It was probably more accurate to say that he had been falling asleep before Mello had slammed the door open. But he wasn't about to point that out. It just wasn't worth it.

"You're too lazy at times. Anyway, let's go!" Mello didn't wait to explain anymore than that, being too impatient for things like that, and instead simply dragged Matt up bodily onto his feet and led him from the room. Mello almost instantly let go of his hand, once their door was shut, as though he knew Matt would follow.

And perhaps he did.

Because for the last two months he'd been faithfully trailing behind the blonde, like a puppy a few of the other orphans had said. But he didn't think of it like that. He wasn't a dog, and he most certainly didn't go along with whatever the blonde said, but he just generally didn't mind following Mello around.

Things were always so much more interesting, more vibrant, when Mello was involved; that was all.

He followed along, ignoring the other children as they either watched Mello with respect or fear, until they reached the common room where Roger eyed them wearily as they passed. It was then that he caught sight of the new items next to the large screen television.

"Mello?" he questioned. That was... well he knew what that was, but why had Mello brought him here, and since when did they have one?

"I saw Roger putting it together and thought you might like to try it out..." Mello trailed off softly and Matt couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his face. Mello had taken him to play the new Wii Roger had bought?

Mello who hated games.

His smile was so wide that it hurt and he was sure he looked a little more than crazed but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Stop grinning like that..." Mello mumbled and turned his face away; it was tinged pink.

"Let's play then. I've never used one so we'll be on equal ground!" he tugged Mello's arms in the direction of the console and heard Mello mumbled something like 'I doubt that' but ignored him as he shoved one of the Wii-motes into the blondes hand.

To Matt, having Mello do that, had been better than Christmas and any gift he could have gotten.

Little over two hours later Mello was slumped onto the couch as Matt finished him off in the boxing match. Again. "I hate this game!" he hissed angrily, and though he jammed the Wii-mote into the couch it had appeared to Matt that he would have preferred to toss it across the room, and probably into the television itself.

"Don't be like that." he told the blonde, though he honestly hadn't foreseen any other outcome with the blonde who truly wasn't good at games, and hated to lose at anything.

"Keep playing if you want but I'm done." Mello growled out and stalked off. Matt sighed heavily. His friend really was a sore looser... he watched as Mello left the room but didn't even think to follow. There was so much he could do on this...

He played until well after everyone else had gone to bed and only when his arms felt like they would fall off did he stop. He went to turn off the television when something on the couch caught his eye.

Mello was draped across half of the couch and facing the screen; his head was using the armrest as a pillow. He hadn't a book on him, and Matt had no idea of how long he'd been there, but it was more than obvious that the blonde had been watching him for some time.

He smiled at the sleeping teen in front of him and left for their room to retrieve a blanket.

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The next day had found the two of them curled up on the couch sharing a blanket and a gameboy in Matt's lap. Matt knew there was a whole slew of comments that could have been made, but knew that none of them would be said in front of Mello.

While he generally wasn't violent, he was far from pleasant with others. Matt was seemingly the only exception.

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Mello had scrambled up from the blanket cocoon and raced to their room after he'd glanced at the clock, which had alerted them to the possibility of them missing breakfast and being late to classes.

Something Mello would not tolerate.

After classes had ended they had headed back to their room for some calm entertainment, Matt playing his playstation and Mello studying.

And only after Matt was sure most children were asleep did he leave the room and go to the Wii. He certainly could have tried to wheedle his way into the game earlier, but it was so much more fun to discover all the secrets on your own.

And things continued on like that for the next few days; Mello and Matt falling asleep on the couch included. Matt could honestly never remember a time in the last few months when Mello was ever so calm or willing to just sit by and watch him game.

But he certainly wouldn't complain.

On the fourth day of the odd string of calmness, Roger was absent from his usual duties of prowling around the dining hall during breakfast, which even more odd as it were a Saturday so all meals were extended by ten minutes, leaving plenty of time for whatever had called him away.

And only when someone mentioned a car pulling up did Matt begin to think there was more going on than met the eye. All the children had crowded around the dining hall windows, whereas Mello had been smarter than them and left the hall to look out the window by the front door, and naturally Matt knew this as he'd followed the blonde.

Mr. Wammy had stepped from the car, umbrella pulled open as the rain poured from the grey clouds, and held the door open for a raven haired man who was carrying a small child. "That's L!" Mello gasped excitedly; completely ignoring the childlike bundle in the detective's arms.

He watched with a sort of detachment as Mello glanced in the window and flattened out the invisible creases and wrinkles in his clothing and 'fixed' his hair, as though he needed to look extra perfect for L.

He opened the door for Mr. Wammy who smiled kindly and greeted Mello whereas L simply walked on by and by the looks of it was headed to the infirmary. He hadn't even spared a glance at Mello, who's slightly hurt expression hadn't been lost on Matt, though he doubted Mr. Wammy had caught it.

"Mello, Matt. The boy L is carrying is Near. He is a new addition here so I hope you will show him around. But right now he needs rest. He's had quite a trying few days." Mr. Wammy smiled again at them before he walked off in L's direction.

The boy Near, who Matt later found out had a hip fracture, was the new number one.

-End Too Good-

AN: So... how did you like that? Everyone see what's going on here now? Or am I purposely being misleading? Hm... questions...

And if you look up on Wikipedia, and other sources, not all people with albinism HAVE to have red eyes contrary to popular belief.