A/N: Don't own Death Note or anything having to do with it.

The first few kisses were tentitive and shy but after that we both grew hungry and things escalated at a pace niether of us could anticipate. We were on his bed and I was stradling him, leaning over him, supporting myself with my hands. I did things I would have been too shy to do with out the overwhelming euphoria running through my veins making me burn. I felt my skin was so hot it would burn him, too. If it did, I think he liked it. That was over four years ago. Now, he stood in front of me, hands in his vest pocket, smoking a cigarette.

Four years made him taller, his face thinner, and his list of bad habits a good deal longer, but his eyes had stayed the same. They always would, I knew that.

A full minute passed between us. I was waiting him out, waiting to make him play his move. He blinked once behind those damned ugly goggles, his eyes staring straight at me. I don't know what he saw. Four years changed me, as well, but more obviously than it had changed him. About the only thing I hadn't changed would be my preference for black, chocolate, and my hair.

"Found you." He said finally.

"What?"

"I said, 'Found you'", he repeated, louder.

"I've known we're you've been for the past six weeks."

He looked surprised. Yes, I knew he would do this. Did Matt think he could track me without my knowledge of it? Yes, he's still a child.

"Go home, Matt."

"I was planning on helping you out. You'll need me." He looked far too confident. It was annoying.

"I didn't need L. I didn't need Whammy, the orphanage, Roger, or Near. What makes you think that I would need you?"

"My skills come in high demand in the underworld. I've learned a thing or two about—"

"You're a hacker, I know. You go by the alias 'Trilobyte'. Very clever." It didn't impress me that he learned hacking. He was good, I know. I'd been following him for a while. I'd only decided that this hacker, Trilobyte, was Matt after he broke the security of some gaming company to fix a data error causing game systems to freeze. Now, he did free lance work for money.

The look on Matt's face after I'd stolen his thunder made me smirk. "Go home."

He took a long drag on his cigarette, thinking over his plans.

Matt was not an easily motivated person. Something must be persisting within him for him to come this far in finding me but it wasn't Kira or an obsession with being number one. Matt was a decent person by my standards but lazy as fuck.

"I wanna help." He said simply.

I arched my eyebrow. "I don't care. I'm leaving, Matt. Follow me again and I'll kill you."

He didn't look like he believed me so when he didn't respond I drew my gun out of my pants and pointed it at his face. Slowly, his eyes wided behind his ugly goggles, they moved from the nozzle of the gun to my face. I returned his fearfull look with one of cold anger.

"You understand now." I said. "I'm leaving." I turned and walked to the door. A moment later, as I reached the door, I heard him call my name and I heard his foot steps coming toward me. I'd warned him.

I fired one shot straight behind me. I could hear him yell in surprise and I could hear him hit the floor.

I turned around to see if the message had sunk in. Matt took his time standing up. He pulled his goggles off and examined them. They very top left was cracked open. Several pieces had fallen to the floor and remain laying there. I had to smile at that. I'm just such a damn good shot. I'd like to see Near pull off that kind of angle without killing someone.

I walked back to Matt and punched him in the side of the head with my gun. I grabbed his goggles out of his shaking hands.

"If you follow me," the words came out velvet and slow, "I will kill you." Learn this lesson, Matt, I thought.

I left. He didn't try to follow this time. Good, I thought, I'll need him later. I still had Matt's stupid, ugly, broken goggles when I returned to my mafia headquarters. Rod was on the phone with one of his platinum hoes hanging off one of his buff arms.

"Where've you been?" Rod asked.

"Recruiting." I tossed Matt's goggles onto the couch and looked at them. I could still see his eyes behind them.