A/N: Hello fello fanfictioners! :3 3 Ok, here is the first chapter of a story I started called Wammy Boys. It tells about how the cutest boys Mello and Matt came to be, their adventures together, and much more :) it will be a long story and I have more ready, but I'm not planning on posting it until i hear what you guys think of it.. tell me if I should continue it or throw it away.. please let me know!! I live for your reviews! If you want me to continue it, I will and I will be updating everyday at around 5 o clock PST. So yeah, there will be some drama as well as some fluff AND please note, that this chapter is when they meet and all chapters after this will be when the are teenagers. So I hope you like! PLEASE REMEMBER THE FOUR R's! READ, REVIEW, RUN AWAY FROM EVIL HIPPOS, AND HAVE YOU FRIENDS REVIEW! lol yes, i know the third one doesnt really work- BUT DO IT ANYWAY! Oh, and if you review, please PM me with an idea for a small character so i can put it in the story! :D and the first person to review gets to create a character that will play a major role! and i will make one for each reviewer that gives me 1. what they liked about the story, 2. what they didnt like about the story, and 3. ideas!! :3 yes, yes I will. So review! Review your awesome little hearts people! -Molly :)

The sun slowly sank its large red body below the horizon on a chilly march evening. The last warm rays cast through a window in Wammys orphanage, brightening the room attached for a few moments more before it became dark. Mail Jeevas, or Matt as he was called by his peers, lay on his bed, oblivious to the outside world, his attention only belonging to his wounded soldier running around his virtual world.

"Dammit!" he hissed as his little man died from a 45 caliber. He turned off the game and tossed it onto his bed as he sat up and stretched, the bones popping and cracking in his back, followed by his knuckles. The redhead smiled contentedly to himself as he shuffled over to the large lamp that rested in the corner of his large room, next to the second (unoccupied) bed opposite his. Clicking it on half heartedly, he headed to the switch by his door to turn on the large overhead light, adding to the brightness of the room. He didn't really care about how much power he was using, nor did he think twice about it- but, I mean, he wasn't paying the bill anyway right? But the main reason he had turned on all the lights was because, even though he never admitted it to anyone-not even his ratty teddy bear Mr. Frizzles, he was terrified of the dark. Well, not really afraid of the dark itself, more like the things that were in it. Every night when L would come around to every room to bid his goodnights and to make sure lights were out, Matt would turn his off for only the few moments L would be there, before literally sprinting to the light switch, lighting up the room bright enough to land an airplane. So, given that L had already come by his room a few minutes before, the lights were back on. Matt walked over to the television sitting on his dresser, flipping on his console and grabbing his controller before flopping onto his bed, his fingers immediately gliding rapidly over the various buttons and levers on the device, while his arm was protectively wrapped around Mr. Frizzles.

He had gotten the bear for his 3rd birthday, two years ago, when his parents were still alive. When his parents had been murdered by a serial killer a year ago, he had sought comfort in the little scrap of cloth, and he still had him, even after being moved to the orphanage for gifted students. Despite being relentlessly teased, he still loved the bear more than anything in the whole world. Little did he know, that something- more like someone- else would be soon taking that place.

Mihael looked around, surprised at how big the hallway he was currently walking down was. It was long, and very light, compared to outside, with intricate designs painted on every doorway, marble covering every inch of floor, and large chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling. The blonde's eyes sparkled in awe as he continued walking. His eyes drifted from the numerous tapestries to the strong hand that was holding his. It belonged to the man that was the head of the orphanage that he was walking through, the man who's office they were heading to- Quillish Wammy, or 'Mister Wammee' as the young mello called him. He didn't know why he was here or where he was, but he knew that Mister Wammy was a nice man and that's all that mattered.

Wammy felt his gaze and turned to meet Mello's piercing blue eyes turned trustingly up at him. He smiled before stopping momentarily to bend down, doing that thing that adults do whenever they do this where the pull up their pants slightly, looking Mello in the eyes. He guessed that Mello was curious as to where they were going and decided that it wouldn't hurt to have a conversation with the interesting little blonde genius. "So," he started, smiling, "how old are you Mello?"

Mihael smiled widely at how nice the old man was to him before quickly rasing both hands, one splayed to show five fingers and the other held up just a thumb. "Dis Many!"

Wammy chuckled. "Six? That's a very mature age for you Mello, do you like being six?" he asked, getting up slowly, taking mello's hand in

his again as he reached the door to his large office, turning the door handle gently, ushering the blonde inside.

"Yes! Very much!" the blonde paused to crawl onto one of the chairs into the office, Wammy sitting down in his. "Mister Wammee?" the boy asked curiously.

No response.

"Mister?"

Wammy looked up from his paper work to see the young boy peering at him from over the desk. "Oh! sorry Mello, I got distracted for a second. What were you saying?"

"Oh, it's okay! I was just going to ask yoo why yoo keep calleeng me Mello," he said.

The old man tilted his head. "Well, Mihael, that is going to be your new name!"

Mello copied the man by tilting his head. "New name? why?"

"For your safety," seeing the confusion in the toddler's eyes, he cleared his throat before smiling warmly, "I'll tell you when you older."

Mello smiled widely to show his two missing front teeth before reaching up to hold both hands in the air, each displaying ten digits, "When I'm dis many?"

Wammy chuckled as he sat up from his chair to pick up Mello and hold him on his hip, looking for a second like a mom holding her child. "Maybe. Now, Mello, let's go meet your new room mate shall we?" He walked out of the office, heading back the way they had come as Mello cheered excitedly.

Matt sat on the edge of his bed, eyes bloodshot and tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth in deep concentration, his game emitting loud gunshots and yells off wounded monsters when the soft knock at his door was heard, barely audible to the gamer. He sighed, frustrated, as he hastily paused the game and walked over to his door, rubbing at his eyes which stung from not blinking for an hour.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mr. Wammy at the door. "Oh, hey Mister dubleyoo, how goes it?"

"Good evening Matt," the old man paused to take in the brightly lit room and an 'on' television, "I'm surprised to see you up."

"Ditto." Matt yawned loudly before gesturing for the old man to take a seat on his bed while the redhead shuffled to sit on the unoccupied one.

Wammy hesitantly sat down on the unmade bed, moving a pile of controllers, game cases, and Mr. Frizzles so he could sit. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you at such a late hour, but I have some news that needs to be shared."

The redhead fell back against the bedboard before putting his hands behind his head. "Hit me."

Outside of the room, Mello leaned against the door, pressing his ear and straining to make out what the two people in the room were saying. He was excited to see who this 'Matt' person was. He didn't exactly do well with strangers- except Mister Wammee of course, but for some reason, he knew he was going to like Matt.

From what Mister Wammee had told him, he had red hair- something Mello had never seen before and was looking forward to seeing- he was not exactly tall, but not short either, and he absolutely LOVED video games.

Suddenly, he heard Mister Wammee calling his name, asking him to come in and meet Matt. Mello had heard no signs of a struggle, so he guessed that Matt had taken pretty well to the fact he would have a room mate. Slowly, he turned the knob to the door he had been leaning on, pushing it open hesitantly. When it was opened, he slowly walked inside to see the redhead Mister Wammee had been talking about.

Mr. Wammy smiled warmly at the boy. "Matt, meet your new room mate. Mello."

Mello smiled shyly, "Hi Matt.." wow..he is really cute!

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