Okay, so I've been bugging to do a fanfic like this for a while. Just the whole idea of a Wammy-centric fanfic about Matt and Mello as little kids just seemed like the best thing ever, so I wrote this. Narrated by a seven-year-old Miheal Keehl, about how he came to be best friends with the little redhead who liked video games. ^_^ Yes it's fluffy, but hey, I'm a fluffy girl.

FOR THE RECORD, I DON'T OWN MELLO, MATT, NEAR, LINDA, L, OR ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER, IN DEATH NOTE; THEY BELONG TO TSUGUMI OHBA AND THAT OTHER DUDE.

PLEASE NOTE: I know this says "MattxMello," but it is not, I repeat, NOT a yaoi. They are simply very close friends here. And also, they are seven- to eight-year olds, so I would hope there's nothing sexual going on.

Warning: Nothing yet, really.

Things to know: Mello is narrating this, and he is seven years old at the time. This takes place in late September. Matt didn't have a codename yet, since he's new, so for now, he's simply Mail Jeevas (pronounced "Mile" instead of "Male"). Enjoy!


If it weren't for my tripping over him, I never would've seen him. The new kid.

We had a new arrival to Wammy's House, a boy about my age. They said his name a few times, but I hadn't been paying attention. Mile something, I think...

Either way, it didn't really matter to me, since he didn't seem to want to talk to anyone, and mostly stayed out of the way. Well, except when he sat in the middle of the hall, that is.

"Hey," I said, getting up and turning to him. He glanced once at me, might have muttered "sorry," and looked back down. I wondered how long he'd been at that Gameboy.

Anyway, I had tripped over him. Twice. He was kind of weird, this kid with red hair who wore a striped shirt and always had a pair of goggles on. If I cared enough, I might have asked him about the goggles...

Finally, it was time to head to our rooms and go to bed. I walked into my room, only to find that same kid I tripped over twice today sitting on my bed, intently playing on his Gameboy.

"Hey," I said to him.

"Hey," he answered back.

"This is my room, you know," I said.

"Oh," he answered, blushing a bit. "Uh...yeah. They told me I'd have to share a room with someone. Guess it's you,"

Great, just what I needed. A roommate.

"Okay then, let's make a few things clear," I said. "First of all, you're sitting on my bed,"

"Well there's only one bed,"

I realized he was right. Great, just great.

"Well, okay then...ugh, whatever. Anyway, I know you're sharing it with me, but this is my room. I was here before you, so it's my room, my rules. Got it?"

"Okay," he said, not even looking at me.

"Are you listening?"

"Yeah,"

"Well what did I say then?"

"My room my rules. I have to do what you say because it's your room, right?"

"You're okay with that?"

"Uh huh,"

"As in, you'll do whatever I say?"

"Yup," he kept his eyes on his game.

"Then off my bed,"

He looked up, sighed, and got off. He sat on the floor next to my bed, and got right back to his game. Okay then, so he'll be easy to get along with, I thought.

I didn't want to seem like a total jerk, so I asked him what his name was.

"Mail Jeevas," he said.

"I'm Miheal Keehl, but you can call me Mello,"

He only nodded.

"Hey, uh, Mail, are you ever gonna quit that game,"

He looked sheepishly, then turned the game off and put it in his back pocket.

"Well, I mean, I didn't mean turn it off now, just..."

"Uh, yeah, sorry,"

"No it's fine, you can still play that, but like, you've been at it all day,"

He giggled. "Yeah, I just really like games, that's all,"

"I couldn't tell,"

There was a long moment where neither of us said anything, when I finally got up and decided to get ready for bed. Mail followed my lead. I guess I was just feeling weird because I've never had to share my room with anyone before, so it was almost like he was trespassing. But I didn't want him to think that. Still, I was mad that none of the adults had told me about this.

"Hey, uh, Mello," said Mail.

"Yeah,"

"Um, where do I sleep?"

I hopped into my bed, and pulled out a chocolate bar from under my pillow. "I think we both know the answer to that one, now don't we Jeevas?" I said, taking a bite.

"The floor?"

"Yup,"

He nodded seriously. "Okay then. It's your room," he found the blanket and pillow I'd left for him, curled up on the floor next to me, and closed his eyes. I honestly couldn't believe this kid. Just how much he was willing to do, maybe it wasn't so bad having a roommate.

But no, I couldn't take it out on him because of something he couldn't help. It's not like it was his fault he was an orphan, or for that matter, one who was found by L and the others, taken here, and at a time when we didn't have enough rooms for him to have his own. I just didn't see why it had to be my room.

On the other hand, I couldn't just share a bed with him...no, not that. I just couldn't handle sleeping in the same bed. At least not with someone I barely just met, anyway. Still, this Jeevas kid seemed alright, and was willing to do just about anything I told him to.

But the weird thing was, something about him annoyed me. What it was, I couldn't say, so I just polished off the chocolate and fell asleep.


And there it is, folks. Sorry to all you people who are still waiting for the next chapter of "Alchemy of the Soul" or "Fullmetal Eds," I promise it'll be this month, okay?

Well, anyway...I was thinking of doing a fluffy story, and if you're wondering, the title is supposed to come from a scene that happens much later on, but it was kind of random. I had this take place when Mello and Matt were 7 to 8 because Near had to be old enough to pose competition for Mello, and because the idea of Kid!Mello is so damn cute!

Anyway, REVIEW!