I was texting YumiBaraHime in real life and I asked if she wanted to hear the theory I made as to how Matt Miller came to be a gang member, the leader of the Deckers gang. After I told her, she told me that I should put it on FanFiction.

And that I did, just now~! :D

So if you like this story, thank her for telling me to do it~.

Fair warning - I know that the time line is a little messed up when it comes to Nyte Blayde. I honestly just do not care though. So HA. HAHA. HAAAA. Fuck it. XD

I don't own Saints Row III, Volition and THQ do! I only own the plot of this story~. c:

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In the darkness of his room in a small town on the outskirts of London, sat a young, teenage boy, sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap. His fingers going a mile a minute, he was focused on typing up the notes of a story that he was thinking about writing. Or rather, a fanfiction, if one wanted to get technical. He had been watching an American show called Nyte Blayde, where the main character was known as a vampire hunter. If the noirette had any theories about the show, it was that the main character, better known as Franklyn Nyte, was going to somehow be turned into a vampire. After all, the series had only just started and was only about three or four episodes in.

He wouldn't miss an episode for the world. It didn't matter if the previous episode had pissed him off royally or something happened to wreck his theories. He loved that American show. Even if his parents didn't exactly approve of him watching shows from a country that once was a set amount of colonies for their home country. Unlike his parents, the boy didn't live in the past that he had never lived or experienced. He didn't resent the Germans for bombing his home in the second World War. He didn't resent the United States of America for declaring their independence from England at the end of the Revolution.

Matt Miller lived in the present, and only lived in his past if he honestly and truly lived it. For example, if he were to get frustrated and damage his computer, it would be a past in which he lived. Granted, he would get all the more frustrated from damaging his computer, but still. In fact, he was on the verge of tossing it out of the covered window, finding it irritating that for whatever reason, his autocorrect spelling system wanted to correct every little thing from British spelling into American spelling. Realise would become realize and coulor would become color, and so on and so forth.

"Why must this be so bloody complicated...?" Matt grumbled, turning off the autocorrect. Let there be red lines under his British spelling. He didn't give a rat's ass. He knew if he spelled it right or not, anyways... It was just certain words that he didn't know how to spell and to be frank, if he wanted, he could just type the word he needed into his phone and it would correct it for him in terms of spelling.

"Matthew! It's time for dinner!" called his mother from downstairs. Sighing ever so softly, Matt closed the lid to his laptop and sat it off to the side. He would be back for it anyways shortly after dinner, so he didn't need to worry about it overheating on him. Standing from his bed, the noirette left his dark room only to be greeted by the harsh lighting of the hallway, revealing him to be the tall, colorless teenager that he was. Blinking the spots in his vision away, the pale boy went downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Ah, there you are, Matthew," nodded his father from his place at the table. He had the same black hair that his boy had, but he was tanned from working out in his vegetable garden for years. His green eyes raked themselved over his son's body and clicked his tongue. "Honestly, boy. You need exercise. And some sunlight."

Matt rolled his eyes a little as he sat down across from his father. "Nice to see you too, Father," he mumbled out.

"Ah, leave the boy alone, Victor," smiled the teenager's mother as she set out their dinner in the center of the table. "He has his skills and they happen to be put to the test on today's more advanced technology. And if he chooses to hone his skills in a dark room with his laptop on his lap, then so be it."

Blushing, Matt shrank into himself a bit. Hearing it put like that by his mother honestly made it sound worse... "Mother..." he murmured softly, casting his gaze away shyly. "You make it sound like it's a bad thing..."

His mother sat down, but upon hearing his words, she almost stood up again. Relaxing herself, however, she asked him, "How so?"

"Well, Beatrice, seeing as to how you worded it..." chuckled Victor, shaking his head a little. He took her hand delicately. "Why don't I lead tonight's grace, hmm?"

Beatrice smiled and nodded, Matt's words forgotten. She laced her fingers with her husband's own, offering her free hand to her son. Hesitant, Matt took her hand and then extended his other out to his father who took it gently, knowing full well that if he used his normal grip on the boy, the teen would be trying to shake his squished up bones back into place all through dinner.

After reciting grace from heart and peeling their hands away from one anothers', they began to grab bits and pieces of food from the plates in the center of the table. Matt happily served himself a nice sized portion of salad, along with a small steak and some steamed rice. He was cutting up his steak when his phone went off in his pocket. Glancing at his parents a little hopefully, he pulled it out and tried to keep it out of view as he checked it. It was from his online girlfriend, sending him a picture of herself in a new shirt that she had bought.

The male smiled, looking over the picture a few times. His girlfriend had black hair, just like him, that was curly and bouncy and fell just past her shoulders, deep blue eyes lined with black eyeliner, lightly tanned skin, and a near perfect figure, especially for a girl who lived on the west coast of the United States in California. Steelport, he thought she had told him. Steelport, California... Shaking his head, he looked at the shirt and wasn't really surprised to see a mock-layer shirt over her torso, the short sleeve part black with blue flowers and the long sleeves striped with neon blue and bubblegum pink.

'You look beautiful, Mary :)' the British male texted her, smiling to himself. Hearing his mother clear her throat a little in warning, Matt quickly put his phone back into his pocket. He went back to eating, not wanting her to confiscate his phone. When he glanced over at her, he saw that she was smiling in pure and utter satisfaction that he did as she wanted without her having to speak up.

Of course, the male's phone had to go off once more in his pocket. And he couldn't answer it, at least not at the table. So, after quickly finishing his dinner, he excused himself from the table, taking his dishes over to the sink and rinsing them off. After that, he hurried back up to his bedroom, turning the light on for a change. Glancing around, the male had to hold back the urge to cringe. He seriously needed to spend a couple of hours cleaning, that was for sure.

Going over to his bed, he sat down and scooted up against the wall, pulling his phone back out of his pocket. He smiled as he read Mary's reply. 'You are just so sweet~! X3'

As he started to text her back, he began to think about how the two of them met... He had been browsing the internet the year prior, and he had found a blog by, at the time, a mysterious girl from the United States. She had a lot of interesting ideas, whether they were about her democratic government system in which she lived in, or if they were just random things that she had thought about.

There had been one post that she had made about making a virtual reality that Matt could not help but comment on.

Matt couldn't remember how exactly it happened, but after about two or three hundred messages back and forth between the two, one of them popped the question of 'will you go out with me?' and, of course, the other had said yes.

Ever since, they exchanged phone numbers, emails, and even home addresses for letters and presents. They had been dating for eight months thus far and they loved each other immensely, despite the huge gap of distance between the two.

'Matt, I wish you were here. These gangs have me all kinds of nervous... :c' Mary texted him.

Gangs? There were gangs in Steelport? 'I wish I could... I don't know if my parents would be very wild about letting their fourteen year old son fly out to California by himself though :/'

'What if you raised the money up yourself? Surely they would let you if you did that...'

Matt thought about it. He had about fifty or sixty dollars already raised up to get Mary a present for their one year anniversary... but... 'I'll have to see. Get some rest now, okay? Stay indoors and don't get into trouble.'

'I'll try, Matt. I love you. :)'

'I love you, too, my little Teacup~. :)'

Putting away his phone, Matt pulled his laptop onto his lap, going into thought as he pulled up a new notepad file. He worked on what he could do to raise money, such as mowing the lawn or doing extra chores. It wasn't enough, though. He had to do something that would be worth more money... He paused.

His mother had pointed out earlier that he was good at using the modern technology of his time.

Computers. Cell phones. Televisions.

He grinned to himself.

Matt Miller just came up with a way to raise money for his trip to California. If his parents agreed to allow him to go by himself. Which he was sure he could possibly convince them to allow it... Hopefully.

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Read and review, my pretties~!

~Mary