I had sudden inspiration for a third person, really short MelloMatt thing. This MIGHT turn out to be a prologue if I get enough feedback and requests for it. I think I might make it an AU reincarnation thing, but it'll have a funky twist.

Don't own shit. Well, I kind of do own shit, but... okay, nevermind.

JUST TO BE CLEAR! I did NOT copy Shinedown's new hit, "Second Chance" in the title of this. This has NO relation to that song. I only realized it after typing the title into the Document Uploader. Although now that I think about it, that song fits MelloMatt almost perfectly, this fic is not based on that. It's a phrase, people. SECOND CHANCE is a phrase. Just to be clear. If you have title suggestions let me hear it! :)

ALSO! I am now taking REQUESTS. If I get inspired by your ideas, you get a story. If you want a oneshot I'll try my best. If you want chapters and chapters, well.... I'm not sure how that'll turn out.

Enjoy!

Warning: Boys love. If you don't like, then please don't read. That includes SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN in later chapters ( if you guys want any more chapters haha ). Tragedy, some drug references, drug use, violence, and I predict terribly irregular updates, haha. I will try for you guys, I promise!

Music: (two VERY different songs but they worked here for some reason)

You Are Not Alone – Michael Jackson

Straight to Video – Mindless Self Indulgence

Kids – MGMT (I listened to this like for thirty seconds before deciding it was so not okay for this story, but I love MGMT so I put it down here.)

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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there were two boys. One of these boys was blonde and blue-eyed, and rather fond of motorcycles and leather. He was fury and passion, anger and rebellion in human form. He got what he wanted, and when he didn't, he pitched a fit. The other boy was a redheaded boy with emerald green eyes. He loved video games and rare was a time when one could find him not playing some sort of game system. He was rather passive about the world, and didn't have anything near the big dreams that the blonde boy had. Besides their being orphans and in the same orphanage, the two boys were complete opposites, but somehow, they managed to become the closest of friends.

They held each other after nightmares while still in those early years that were plagued with night terrors, and whispered their counterparts to sleep. They played together, fought over things like food and toys, and grudgingly made up in their beds, unable to avoid each other too long; they were roommates after all. Through their teen years, they helped each other win girls, fought over the same girls, and laughed upon realization that girls had cooties and it was silly to like them.

They ran away together, too afraid of being adopted seperately and never seeing each other again. The blonde boy was contacted by the Russian mafia a few months after their escape. They informed him that his father, who'd died sixteen years ago, was the mafia leader, and they needed his heir immediately. Being one to take on opportunity at any risk, the blonde boy accepted this invitation with almost no hesitation. His redhead friend wasn't as supportive of this decision as he'd preferred. With copious amounts of begging, the gamer bitterly agreed to accompany his best friend to Russia.

Working as a hacker for the mafia, the green-eyed boy—now almost a man—decided that being in the mafia wasn't so bad. He had a job that challenged him and that he enjoyed, and he was with his best friend. Well, as much as the blonde had free time, anyway. The blonde was very busy trying to catch a serial killer unlike any other the world had seen. Since the rebel's joining of the mafia, he had changed the mafia's reputation from widely feared organized crime syndicate to highly respected benefactors and international justice system.

The two boys realized quite ridiculously late in their lives that they felt for each other far more intensely than normal friends. They both hated to be away from one another, and were comfortable with touching each other in ways that normal male friends wouldn't like. They didn't have secrets, always made up after fights, and accepted one anothers' flaws and even saw secret bonuses in those flaws. The realization that they loved each other was simple, and the transition from friend to lover was uneventful for both the blond and the redhead.

Once upon a time, there were two boys. Once upon a time, they fell in love. But after tragedy struck, there was no longer once upon a time. There was only pain. The two of them went to two different places in the infinite spectrum of afterlife, seemingly never to meet again.

But there's always a second chance. Anyway, what would a once upon a time be without its happily ever after?

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Think I should make it into a chapter story? Please review if you liked it. I know it's short, but you know how I roll if you read Knock 'Em Dead. Yeah, I write long, long stories, but you know, I can have a 650 word prologue if I deem it necessary. I really liked the way this sounded despite its length, so love it or ask for a continuation.

I don't know whether to make it third or first person, though. PLEASE give me some fantasmical ideas. I love you all!

-Christie