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“Everyone, listen up—this is your new classmate.”

There was no need for Mrs. Westbrook’s statement.  They had all seen the unfamiliar blonde boy standing in the doorway, and all conversation had ceased immediately.  Although new students came to Wammy’s House every few months, it was extremely rare for one to enter this class directly.  In addition, there was something about this particular boy that drew the eye and made it impossible to look away.  Everyone’s heads turned in unison as he strode to the center of the classroom, and there was a collective surprised hiss of indrawn breath when he dropped his stack of notebooks on Mrs. Westbrook’s desk.  

Then some students tore their gazes away from the kid and looked at Mrs. Westbrook, waiting for the storm of fury—but though her eyebrows creased into a frown, she chose not to lecture the new student on his first day.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?” she suggested.

The new boy tilted his chin downward just a hair, and his lips spread into a sly grin.  He swept the room slowly with piercing blue eyes.  Matt was already watching him attentively, but when those eyes met his for a brief fraction of a second, his stomach…tingled.  It was a very uncomfortable feeling, and it left him extremely unnerved as the new boy finished his survey of the class.

“You can call me Mello,” said the blonde.  Then he swept his things off of the teacher’s desk and strode to the nearest empty seat in the classroom.  He sat down and dropped a fresh notebook onto the center of the desk with a resounding thud.  Paper crinkled loudly as he folded the cover back for the first time.  “I’ll sit here,” he informed Mrs. Westbrook.

The room was gripped by another pregnant pause.  No one assigned their own seat in Mrs. Westbrook’s classroom.  Again, everyone waited for the outraged lecture to begin—but it didn’t.  The teacher raised her eyebrows, but all she said was, “Very well…that seat is acceptable.”

Then she turned to the board and picked up a fresh piece of chalk.  “Now, we’ll begin where we left off last time…”

And class was back to normal.

But not for Matt.  He was still recovering from that bizarre feeling in his stomach, and he couldn’t concentrate on the lecture at all.  The sheer unfamiliarity and unexpectedness of the experience had left him flustered and a little bit shaky.  He wanted to know what had caused it.

So he began parsing his impressions of the new boy.  He had stood out from the moment he walked into the room, but why?  All he had done was cross the classroom, and every new student had to do that.  He’d put his things on Mrs. Westbrook’s desk, something that no one familiar with her severity would dare to do—but Mello was brand new, so he obviously didn’t know that she ran the strictest classroom in the House.  Matt couldn’t put his finger on what it was about him.

Things got easier once he began comparing his first impressions of Mello to those he had made of other new students in the past.  Most of them trailed after Mrs. Westbrook like shadows, clutching their new school books nervously to their chests, and looked at the sea of unfamiliar faces in front of them with wide, fearful eyes.  Not Mello—he had waited calmly in the doorway until Mrs. Westbrook had reached her desk and stopped.  Only then, when all eyes were guaranteed to be drawn to him, had he strode into the classroom.  And of the intimidation that other students felt upon entering the most elite classroom in the world Mello had shown no sign.  He didn’t avoid eye contact; quite the contrary, he had sought it out briefly with each one of them.  That conveyed…confidence, that was the word Matt wanted.  That was the realization that he had been working toward this whole time.  Mello fairly oozed confidence.  Everything he did, from picking his own seat to scathing the class with his imperious gaze, said that this boy was afraid of nothing.  He looked like he was ready to take rank number one tomorrow.

Matt abruptly halted his train of thought.  He was surprised at how far he had let his mind wander.  Somewhere in the midst of his reasoning he had strayed from deductive analysis into wild speculation.  It wasn’t logical to conclude that Mello had no fears—or that he was smart enough to take a high rank—just from his brief introduction to the class.  Near would chastise him if he’d spoken that aloud.  

But nevertheless…Matt couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all true.

He blinked eyes that had gone dry during his distraction and forced his attention back to the lecture.  He would run his thoughts by Near later.  If Near disagreed with his conclusions, he would forget about them.
Chapter 1/30

Okay, I'm posting this, now I have no choice but to follow through and finish it!

This is my story about how Mello, Matt and Near got to be the way they are. Sorry I couldn't think up a better name! ;_; It will go from light to dark, be warned. I'll put adult tags on the individual chapters that need them.

Everyone in this story is going to speak American English. I know that's not accurate, as many of the characters are either British or presumably would have learned their English there, but I made this choice for a very simple reason...I'm American, and this is what I know how to write. I'm certain that if I tried to get all the British vocab right, I would screw up, and then it would ring false and ultimately just be a big distraction to everyone. I think it's better for the story if I just write it in a way that's comfortable for me. So if you see places where an American-ism is very jarringly wrong and distracting, please let me know and I'll try to take care of it.

The whole thing should technically be considered a work in progress for now. I don't THINK I'll need to change anything, but the ending's not written yet and it's always possible that I screwed something up.

Next chapter: [link]

EDIT: The lovely :iconsaya1984: has illustrated a scene from this chapter! Check it out here: [link] :):):)

EDIT 2: 6/29/10 50 faves! Thanks, guys! :iconeeeeeplz:

Death Note and Mello, Matt, Near, and an assortment of other characters are (c) Ohba, Obata.
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RoseFox101 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2010  Student General Artist
yays! *favs* that is soooooo like Mels.... xD
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ChaosAttractor Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
:) Thanks!
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RoseFox101 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2010  Student General Artist
np!
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xReyahx Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2010
I can tell I'm going to be staying up late reading this. YESSSSSS.
:headbang:
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ChaosAttractor Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
8D awesome!
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EverAbandoned Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2010  Student
I like it! =D
It's hard to find a good fan story about their past...
I only stumbled upon it, but it's really good!
This just proves my theory that you have to really look for the good stories out there.
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ChaosAttractor Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :)
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EverAbandoned Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2010  Student
Your welcome, you really do deserve it.
And you've really caught their personalities too. =)
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ChaosAttractor Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you feel that way! :3
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BeyondBirthday111 Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2010
are you gonna publish it? i could show you how...
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