Matt walked down the busy streets of yet another non-descript globalizing city in America, one of many, this time called New York. Clubs and bars were scattered all around him, bathing his red shaggy hair in their bright neon lights from passing signs that offered him everything he had wanted, dreamed about even, in Wammy's Orphanage. But he had already run through every bar, club, and major gang house in New York and never enjoyed a single thing. Mello wasn't in New York anymore despite the Intel he had gotten in his previous city encounter. All signs pointed to him being in Los Angeles, the city of angels. An old song by Journey popped into his head as he lit up a cigarette and smiled imagining his Mihael as some punk ass angel. That leather clad blond certainly blew angels all away, he mused. Matt pulled out his PSP before remembering the battery had died at his last hotel in San Francisco and shut it back up in his jean pocket under his red and black striped long sleeve shirt. Hands started tugging the hem of his cream coloured vest and he almost took a step back into the street.
"Wanna come in?" some slutty dressed yellow haired woman slurred half drunkenly pressing herself against his arm. He refused politely at first saying he had somewhere to go, he didn't have time to deal with unimportant people. "come on, don't stand out here. Come in, little man." She insisted trying to pull of his orange tinted goggles off as he looked up to see he had stopped in front of club and bar named 'perks'.
Matt pulled away from the woman and made his way to his room at the hotel and soon after, the airport for his soon to be purchased flight to LA. Crushing his bud under his foot he slipped into a memory of the day Mello had run from their orphanage. His last memory of his best friend.

"Matt!" The blonde shouted loudly dropping his half eaten chocolate bar "don't follow me!" Matt could see Mello on the verge of angry tears and he didn't blame him a bit after their adopted father had been killed, but running away wouldn't help. He couldn't just leave him here.
'Mello, please, mihae-' he pleaded
'my name is Mello now' he cut in
'you can't just run away like this-what will Nate and I do without you? Ryuuzaki would've-'
'-Wanted me to avenge him first. Period. End of conversation'
Mello kick started his bike in the front of the orphanage, not daring to look back at the young gamer. He was leaving at only fifteen, His loose black clothes and lazy pessimism to be traded for tight leather and ruthless violence, alone in his search for Kira.
'Where are you going?' Matt yelled over the Harley's engine.
'To the mob' the whispered words were barely head before he pumped the gas and skidding off leaving Matt all alone without the one person he cared about, his best friend.

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"Baggage claim A. baggage cla-"the overhead voice droned in the large LA airport as Matt stood waiting for his tech suitcase to come around. A satchel of video games was slung across his chest resting snugly against his hip occasionally bouncing when he would turn to look at the door and back at the baggage rotunda. The flight had been a long and smokeless one and he was dying for a stick right now. Most of the bags were gone and all of the people that had been on the plane with him were dispersing to do whatever the hell they flew here for but his burgundy bag was yet to be found. He was about to lose the battle with his addiction as he turned to the door.
"Hey, goggle nerd! Missing something?" called a familiar man's voice. As soon as Matt caught the eye of the chocolate munching blonde across the room holding his suitcase his face lit up.
Matt grinned hugely letting his voice react happily to the surprise. "Mihael!" the blonde man smiled back.
"It's Mello, Matt, but yes...and dark red? You never change" he smirked
"It's burgundy, Mello"