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Apr. 21st, 2012 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosenightI've never been good with much, at least not in my personal opinions. Take a kid out of the slums in some backwater town in France and throw him into this high class orphanage for the gifted and what do you get? A detached little brat who doesn't give two shits or a fuck about much of anything. All the others had dreams and aspirations, all wanting to be the best. That wasn't for me though. Sure, I had a few childish dreams here and there but they mostly revolved around just that. Dreams. Shit I knew that would never be a reality but it was fun to think about. Have you ever sit and thought just how awesome it would be to be able to travel through pipes like Mario or to be able to find a hidden temple filled with puzzles at the bottom of a vast lake? The other kids would probably say something insulting if I ever shared those thoughts, so I never bothered. I didn't care what anyone said or did, just let life pass me by. Classes were easy, the tests even easier. I studied now and then, but didn't really put too much effort into it.
And then one day the news came back to me, I had tested third highest in the entire place. I was surprised, yeah, but I didn't really care. Three was just a number to me, just the same as if it had been two or even twenty. I thought it wouldn't mean anything, that I could just shrug it off and know that there was one more reason for the other kids not to like me. But then they told me I'd be switching rooms since they liked keeping the higher ones together. Apparently whoever was first and second didn't get along and had to be separated, but they were running out of space. So, I got to pick. Second was my only choice because I hadn't seen that one yet. I'd seen the top kid, Near, since he seemed to stay inside just as much as I did. He'd sit on one end of the room doing his puzzles and I'd be passing by with my Gameboy minding my own business. Kind of creepy, but who the hell was I to judge? Didn't know the guy, didn't particularly want to since he seemed better off on his own. I'd seen number two around maybe once or twice since he was the outdoors type of kid more than a shut in like me. So I thought that would be the best way to keep my own space, have the one that was least like me around.
I had never been more wrong in my life and happy for it.
Mello lived up to all the rumors floating around and even exceeded a few of them. At first it was rough riding, that kid had some serious anger issues. But I think I confused him, so used to either people being afraid of him or trying to go against him that he just didn't know what to do with a kid who shrugged and said sure to whatever he demanded. It wasn't that I was a push over or anything, I just genuinely couldn't give a crap. Maybe that's what started it all, the habit we fell into. Mello would tell me to do something and I would just obey without much protest. Sure, for a while there in the beginning he was a total jackass about it, trying to get me to do shit that would drive me away. It wasn't hard to get that he didn't want a roommate and was used to chasing people off, but I wasn't having any of that. The room was bigger than the others and actually had a TV in it. Yeah, there was no way I was letting him chase me off and he found that out pretty quickly.
I think I drove him nuts those first couple weeks, and I won't lie that I actually got a sense of amusement out of him flipping out over it. He tried to be cruel, tried to be angry and loud and violent. I think the turning point of it all was when he actually hit me in a fit of frustration. It made me drop my game, losing some data when I was right there at the final boss. So yeah, I wasn't going to just let that slide. My precious Zelda had to be avenged, so I punched him back. It might have shocked him since it took a second for it to process, but before I knew it we were both covered in scrapes and bruises from crashing into things, our room was a mess and some of the adults had to physically separated us. You'd think that wouldn't be much of a task considering we were just kids, but apparently it was harder than it looked.
They blamed Mello, not me. He had a reputation for starting fights and I had never really caused any trouble before so I just got a warning. Even offered to put me with Near instead if it would be too much trouble. But I kind of felt bad for Mello and everything he put up with so I made up some bullshit that he accidentally bumped into me and made me drop my game. I got pissed and was the first one to throw a punch, he was just defending himself. I don't really know what happened after that, how we got into the habit we did, but we were pretty much inseparable.
For the first time in my life, I found myself actually opening up to someone and getting attached. I think Mello was the same, though not nearly as fast as I was about it. Before long people started to notice, and it wasn't a surprise considering how we had both been loners in our own way up until then. The jokes started simple and quiet, but eventually it ran through the entire orphanage as not a joke but pure common knowledge. I was Mello's dog who would follow him and obey his every order.
Mello got pissed whenever it was said around him. I didn't mind. It was true after all, at least I thought it was a fitting comparison.
He was something amazing to me, always causing me to feel like I had an actual purpose in life instead of just drifting aimlessly between the cracks.
Nothing good ever lasts.
And then one day the news came back to me, I had tested third highest in the entire place. I was surprised, yeah, but I didn't really care. Three was just a number to me, just the same as if it had been two or even twenty. I thought it wouldn't mean anything, that I could just shrug it off and know that there was one more reason for the other kids not to like me. But then they told me I'd be switching rooms since they liked keeping the higher ones together. Apparently whoever was first and second didn't get along and had to be separated, but they were running out of space. So, I got to pick. Second was my only choice because I hadn't seen that one yet. I'd seen the top kid, Near, since he seemed to stay inside just as much as I did. He'd sit on one end of the room doing his puzzles and I'd be passing by with my Gameboy minding my own business. Kind of creepy, but who the hell was I to judge? Didn't know the guy, didn't particularly want to since he seemed better off on his own. I'd seen number two around maybe once or twice since he was the outdoors type of kid more than a shut in like me. So I thought that would be the best way to keep my own space, have the one that was least like me around.
I had never been more wrong in my life and happy for it.
Mello lived up to all the rumors floating around and even exceeded a few of them. At first it was rough riding, that kid had some serious anger issues. But I think I confused him, so used to either people being afraid of him or trying to go against him that he just didn't know what to do with a kid who shrugged and said sure to whatever he demanded. It wasn't that I was a push over or anything, I just genuinely couldn't give a crap. Maybe that's what started it all, the habit we fell into. Mello would tell me to do something and I would just obey without much protest. Sure, for a while there in the beginning he was a total jackass about it, trying to get me to do shit that would drive me away. It wasn't hard to get that he didn't want a roommate and was used to chasing people off, but I wasn't having any of that. The room was bigger than the others and actually had a TV in it. Yeah, there was no way I was letting him chase me off and he found that out pretty quickly.
I think I drove him nuts those first couple weeks, and I won't lie that I actually got a sense of amusement out of him flipping out over it. He tried to be cruel, tried to be angry and loud and violent. I think the turning point of it all was when he actually hit me in a fit of frustration. It made me drop my game, losing some data when I was right there at the final boss. So yeah, I wasn't going to just let that slide. My precious Zelda had to be avenged, so I punched him back. It might have shocked him since it took a second for it to process, but before I knew it we were both covered in scrapes and bruises from crashing into things, our room was a mess and some of the adults had to physically separated us. You'd think that wouldn't be much of a task considering we were just kids, but apparently it was harder than it looked.
They blamed Mello, not me. He had a reputation for starting fights and I had never really caused any trouble before so I just got a warning. Even offered to put me with Near instead if it would be too much trouble. But I kind of felt bad for Mello and everything he put up with so I made up some bullshit that he accidentally bumped into me and made me drop my game. I got pissed and was the first one to throw a punch, he was just defending himself. I don't really know what happened after that, how we got into the habit we did, but we were pretty much inseparable.
For the first time in my life, I found myself actually opening up to someone and getting attached. I think Mello was the same, though not nearly as fast as I was about it. Before long people started to notice, and it wasn't a surprise considering how we had both been loners in our own way up until then. The jokes started simple and quiet, but eventually it ran through the entire orphanage as not a joke but pure common knowledge. I was Mello's dog who would follow him and obey his every order.
Mello got pissed whenever it was said around him. I didn't mind. It was true after all, at least I thought it was a fitting comparison.
He was something amazing to me, always causing me to feel like I had an actual purpose in life instead of just drifting aimlessly between the cracks.
Nothing good ever lasts.
