Authors note: So this is about one of my ideas out of three. This is actually the more simplistic one so I've decided to do this one instead of the other to. I have to be in the mood to write the other two...and currently I'm not. I'm just not, anyway just review and tell me what you think. If no one likes it then I-I'll just delete it and count it as one of my many failures.

Careful confessions

"Mello please take your sunglasses off in the building." Roger pleaded glancing up from the stapled papers in his hands. "It bothers me when I am unable to read you. You of all people should know that, you still can't hide your emotions." His gaze shifted slowly towards the red head that was slouched in the chair beside Mello smoking a cigarette and thumping away at his gameboy. The fond memories it brought back to him but he didn't smile. "Matt you know how I feel about you smoking. Put it out."

The red head glanced up, eyes hidden by his sunny goggles as he tilted his head to the side. He sighed moving in a lethargic motion to pull the cigarette from his mouth. He glanced at it then towards Roger as if asking what he was supposed to do with it before standing up and glancing to the door. "Right. I guess I'm supposed to put it out now." He frowned at the prospected as he slid out the door. The remaining men knew he was going to the front of the building to finish it before returning. At least he was no longer smoking in front of the older gentleman.

Mello watched the red head leave his features increasingly growing dark. "I know you didn't call us all the way back to this 'institution' to comment on my eyewear and Matt's chronic smoking." He frowned, "I had better things to be doing back at home. You made it seem important, I dropped everything and drug that junkie onto the plane kicking and screaming. It wasn't as easy as you seem to think. Matt without nicotine is like a lion without meat." He glanced towards the door, "It's not pleasant. Now that we're here you act like it's the good old days. Well it's not. I'm a very important man that was in the middle of very important things."

The door reopened as Matt returned apparently done with his smoking from the moment. His game had thus been pocketed, "You tell'em princess." He grinned receiving a glare from the blond. "But really Roger you seem to be a lot more on edge that usual." He blew his hair out his face, "What's up?"

The older man cleared his throat, "On edge indeed." He replied simply glancing towards the closed door and then to the window behind him. "Well I am unsure if you heard of it but one of our own passed away two weeks ago. Christina, you remember her don't you Mello? She was the young lady that constantly challenged you in class and swore that she would one day surpass you. Unfortunately she passed away due to child birth complications and left her poor child to, well, us here at Wammy house."

Matt frowned, "Oh...kay." He tilted his head a bit glancing towards Mello who still sat there stony faced. "So what did that have to do with Mello and I?"

Roger coughed, "Well of course her child was brought here for us to watch over and nurture and help it grow. We of course don't do that here at Wammy house. Our youngest occupant was of course Matt who arrived here at the age of three. We don't have the resources nor the hired help to take care of an infant. Then I remember that well, you two both own a home together and have quite the family life back in Los Angeles...." His eyes shifted nervously. "Over the years when you came to live here in Wammy house Mello had the tendency to coddle you Matt, especially when the two of you were younger. Mello seemed to develop motherly instincts even though he was only a year older than you. I was thinking that perhaps the two of you would be willing to take care of Christina's child because you are unable to create one of your own."

Mello's mouth twitched. "You think I want to take care of that whores child?" He quipped. "Nothing doing. She died, send the kid to foster care." He crossed his arms. "And what do you mean? I don't want a kid with that..." He glared at the red head. "Person."

Matt bowed his head slightly, "Do you really believe Mello could possibly be the motherly type?" He twitched at the sound of the words. "Besides I vote for foster care just so the kid doesn't wind up like'em." He let out a nervous laugh before shaking his head slowly. "Or is there a reason why the kid can't go into foster care? There is, isn't it?"

The man cleared his throat, "Well during her pregnancy Christina may have made an enemy with the mafia. I don't know exactly the details but they were out to kill Christina and perhaps now her new born child." He sat back watching the two. "I was also thinking who better to keep the child safe from the mafia than Mello...and Matt of course."

Mello frowned, "What do I get out of it?"

The man gasped, "Besides the satisfaction of doing a good deed and raising a child, nothing." He glanced to Matt, "It of course in the end is your decision though if you would at least like to see the child it's down the hallway in the nurses's office." He gestured, "At least talk it over, please Matt."

The red head nodded pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on. "The least we can do is go look Mell. Come on."

The blond frowned pushing past the red head, "Whatever. The absolute answer is no. Just, no. You can look all you want but nothing is going to change my mind." He felt the hand wrap around his own before sighing, "You never said you wanted children."

"...How could I bring it up?"

[Lame, I know. If you find it the least bit interested just review. Please guys? I'll love you forever...]