Author's Note= WOOT! So this is not only a double-genderswap and AU fic, but also my first co-authoring. ^^

So this story is being written by Beyond'sWaraNingyo and Kit-Kat-AnGel Go us!

Matt will be written by Beyond'sWaraNingyo and Kit-Kat-AnGel as Mello. As I stated before this will be a double-genderswap, with both Fem!Mello and Fem!Matt. Here's the prelude from Matt's POV. Enjoy! ^^

I hopped out of the van taking my things with me, not daring to look back. I kept my hood up and my head down. It wasn't often that I wore a hoodie, but when I did, I took full advantage of it. I walked over to the registration building to find out my cabin number.

"Name?" A blonde woman asked seemingly bored, not looking up from the registration list.

"Matt." I replied softly.

At this, the woman looked up and revealed ghostly blue eyes and a scar covering half her face.

"I see…" she muttered turning back to the list. "26."

"Bad luck…" I cursed under my breath.

"How do you figure?" she asked, gazing in a bored manner at me.

"Thirteen times two, double the bad luck." I explained.

The blonde began to chuckle, shaking her head. I took it as a dismissal and quickly fled the office. I dropped my bags down in the storage area where they'd be delivered after swiftly scribbling my cabin number onto the back of the luggage tags.

I silently debated whether to ask a councilor for help or brave it on my own. I came to the conclusion that I should ask rather than wandering around stupidly.

"Lost, little girl?" I turned to the amused voice of the blonde woman from before.

"I could use some help." I said lowering my eyes to the ground.

On the way down, I couldn't help but notice the woman's figure. She was petite, but taller than me. She was slim but still athletic. Her black tank top covered her small bust and her grey sweatpants still displayed her barely concealed hips.

"Right, then follow me." She paused, stepping closer. "And keep your eyes up."

She lifted my chin with two of her fingers, forcing me to look at her scarred face. But I didn't mind looking at her face, it was pretty, and the scar just made her look just the slightest bit masculine.

I… liked it.

That wasn't the bad part though, it was partly her eyes and partly the way she was leaning, but mostly her eyes.

The icy gray-blue of her eyes almost scarred me with their hidden knowledge; they watched my every move intently.

At the angle she was leaning I could see down her top, revealing that she was wearing a red lace bra, pushing her breasts together, giving her a deeper cleavage, and accenting her clavicles. I tried to keep my eyes away, aware that she was watching me intently.

"I had a feeling that you'd like it." I jumped away from her, the entire surface area of my face turning red.

The blonde was laughing at me; obviously she'd done it on purpose. My face continued to burn as she signaled for me to follow her.

"Camp was designed for torture." I muttered under my breath.

"Depends on your idea of torture, Matt." My breath caught in my throat at the purr the woman released.

Without another word she stepped around me and continued her lead into the Forest of Death.

Yes, of Death. I'm going to die in this place, why deny it?