Summary: Growing up at Wammy's is harder than it seems for Matt and Mello. Constant jealously, competition, and a cluster of unusual feelings create a tension neither can understand. Their passion, whether it's hatred or love, explodes as they grow older. Through moments of tragedy, humor, fluff, and romance, Matt and Mello unite in ways they never would have expected.
Rating Reason: Language, Hints of Violence, Drug Use, and Sexual References...and innuendos heh.
A/N: I will incorporate one of my stories The Tango in one or two chapters. So read, review, and enjoy!
Miss Keehel swayed over the cardboard box containing her new born son. She gazed down on him; her eyes glazed red. A small smile appeared on her lips as he continued to wail. He would eventually learn who was in charge.
Suddenly, that itch returned-she needed to scratch it. She turned around frigidly. Her bony fingers wrapped around a rusty syringe that waited for her on the table. Mihael's cries echoed across the room as she sank the needle into her vein. A soft sigh escaped her lips; this was all she needed.
Her hands began to tremble. The syringe slipped through her fingers. She smacked her dry lips together and stumbled towards the kitchen. Her vision blurred. her movements slowed. The euphoria expanded in her chest; her heart swelled until she couldn't stand it. Suddenly, she tumbled down. Sprawled over dirty tiles, she listened, oddly content, as Mihael's hysterical cries continued to ring through the house.