Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note
An: This is SO much LONGER than I had ever anticipated. I thought, hey why not a short oneshot of how Matt got to Whammys (spawned from a line in my fic JNRR where Matt reminisces about first seeing the orphanage)? Yeah...... Matt hijacked my brain and ran away with the keyboard.... enjoy?
Suggested Listening: Misery Loves Company by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Part one: Whammys
"You remember what we discussed, correct?" the old man, known as Mr. Whammy, asked. He was kind, but Mail couldn't really trust him. Adults in general couldn't be trusted. No matter how kind they seemed…
"That my new name is Matt." He said while fidgeting slightly under the constant gaze. He didn't like to be looked at. The only time his father had ever looked at him was when he hurt him.
That was why he was sitting in the nice car all dirty and covered in blood with cuts and bruises. Was he bad for not crying over his father? For… being almost happy he was dead?
"That's right. Are you ready Matt, we are here."
Green eyes looked up hesitantly and glanced out the window. He sat up straighter and his eyes were wide. The place was… it was huge! It had an enormous front yard, where children were currently playing. This was where he would be staying? He looked over at Mr. Whammy, who did nothing more than smile at him, before turning back to the orphanage.
Mr. Whammy exited the car once it came to a stop and held the door open for Matt patiently.
Would it be safe here… in such a big place?
But Matt was so curious. What type of children would be here? He knew they were all smart, geniuses like him, but would they… could he make friends? He'd never had one before…
Carefully, so as to not injure himself more, he climbed out of the car and stood on the gravel walkway. The door was shut again, and after a moment's hesitation, he followed the older man.
Inside… was just as large and seemed almost imposing to his small figure. He hunched over slightly, wanting to feel more protected.
They walked through many hallways and passed many doors before stopping just outside of a large room. From what Matt could see, it was the infirmary. "Go on inside. The nurse is waiting for you, she will take care of all of your cuts and give you some new clothes to wear."
Matt looked up quickly. Mr. Whammy was… leaving?
He supposed he should have expected that, it wasn't like he could stay the entire time. And it wasn't like he was comfortable around the man, he had just been... familiar. Well, more familiar than this strange new place he was at.
He glanced back at Mr. Whammy before slowly, almost shuffling, walking inside. He had almost expected doors to slam shut and people to be laughing at his idiocy for even thinking of trusting someone. Well, maybe not trust, going along with?
He kept his head down, but was still able to make not of everything and everyone in the room. It was a new environment and he didn't want to be caught unawares. It was a lesson he had learned all too painfully...
"Oh hello dear, you must be Matt!" he flinched at the sound of her voice even though he had seen her coming towards him. She seemed to take a long time just looking him over, not touching, not even asking questions, just looking.
Mail hated it.
But he was Matt now... so was he not supposed to care now?
"You need to take a shower and be somewhat clean before I can even properly disinfect and bandage anything." the nurse had her lips pressed into a thin line as she walked off and into what he assumed was some sort of supply closet.
She returned with a small pile of clothing nestled in her arms. "Follow me, we have a small bathroom in here for just these occasions, as well as for the use of the children who are stuck in here." she said with a small laugh though he wasn't sure what part had been funny.
"Take as long as you need, and if I am not in sight when you get out then wait for me in that office, ok?" she gestured towards a closed door across the room. Matt nodded and took the clothes offered.
He wondered idly, as he closed and locked the door behind him, why they were keeping clothes like these in that closet. Did... children come here with situations like his? Enough that they needed to keep clothing on hand? Or was it for the use of those stuck in the infirmary?
Matt shook his head; he didn't need to think of such useless things right now.
Placing the clothing on the sink he paused when he noted how he hadn't been given any sort of towel. Looking around in the bathroom, that he would not have called small, he noticed a closet. Upon opening it he found it lined with hand towels and larger full body ones.
Grabbing one of the latter ones he added it to the pile on the sink.
There was a bathtub as well as a shower, but Matt didn't feel like dealing with a tub at the moment though it may have relaxed him somewhat.
The shower was mainly a nozzle protruding from the wall and a small step on the floor to keep the water contained. There was no rod or shower curtain. With the other oddities of the place, he didn't know why he had expected one.
He turned the water on and left it at an almost scalding temperature.
Carefully, with a shaking hand, he began to peal off his soiled clothes. His pants had come off rather easily but his shirt had been a problem. Blood had dried to his cuts making the shirt stick to him, and rather painful to get off.
But he managed it without much more than a few small pained whimpers.
Once devised of all clothing he stepped under the spray of hot water and thoroughly cleaned himself using the various hygiene products littered neatly about small indentations in the wall. Feeling better than he had in a while, much more clean and refreshed, he turned the water off and dried himself.
Most of his cuts had stopped bleeding and wouldn't need any more attention than had already been given to them; however the ones on his arms and lower back probably needed something more.
Other than that, Matt thought he'd gotten out of the situation fairly intact if compared to other times. But you wouldn't find many scars from those times, his father knew better than to leave them. Bruises and broken bones healed, but anything that left a scar wasn't done.
The jeans were a bit loose on him, and too big as they bunched at his feet. The shirt was long sleeved with black and white stripes, he kind of like it. It was… different.
He slipped his old shoes back on and with the dirtied clothes in his arms left the now warm bathroom. He spotted the nurse almost immediately; she was tending to a boy whose nose was swollen and bleeding.
"You will be fine, I don't think he managed to break it too badly." the nurse finished up with the boy before her and sighed heavily before noticing Matt. "Done already? Oh my..." Matt knew what she was referring to. Now that he was clean he knew it was easy to spot the bruises on him since he was so pale.
"Lets get you looked at then." she guided him over to the back of the room and pulled a curtain over to block them from view. Matt was grateful, he was uncomfortable enough as it was and didn't want to be on display.
Thankfully for him everything had gone quickly, with only the cuts on his back and arms needing to be bandaged.
"You will need to be seeing Rodger soon, just take a left out of here and follow it all the way down and take a right and you will see his office." the nurse seemed reluctant to let him go, and he wondered why. Wasn't he only supposed to be there until he was all fixed up?
He nodded to the nurse and did as he was told. He wondered if he would be getting more new clothes, and if he would be allowed to pick them. That would be cool.
As he approached the office he could hear yelling coming from inside, one of them was a rather young voice while the other was older, probably Rodger. Who Mr. Whammy had explained, managed the place.
"Mello, I'm tired of this. You are on chocolate restriction for a week, and you will be nice to your new roommate. If I find out otherwise you will never see another bar of chocolate again until you leave." the boy, or at least Matt assumed it was a boy, yelled out something in what sounded like another language.
The door was wrenched open and a short haired blond boy rushed out, face red with anger. At least Matt thought it was a boy... he could have been wrong. It was kind of hard to tell from the quick glance he had gotten at the face.
Deciding that it was ok to go in now that the yelling was over, Matt walked in.
"Finished so soon? Well that's fine. It's better to get everything explained now. Sit down." Matt didn't like Rodger's tone. Not at all. It was far too similar....
Matt shook his head. It didn't matter if it were similar or not, he had to pay attention, and it wasn't him Rodger was annoyed at anyway. At least he highly doubted so.
"I am sure Mr. Whammy has explained the very basics of this place, that being that this is an orphanage for geniuses. And that you will all be competing for the title of L." Matt knew who L was.
But he wasn't really sure if he wanted to be L, or even be like him. But if saying so got him kicked out... no. It was best to keep these thoughts hidden. Perhaps, in time, he would want it.
"You have already been tested to get in here, but that alone will not measure your place here-" tests. Mr. Whammy had said something about tests too. And that the education he would receive here would be the absolute best one he would receive.
But Matt had always hated tests. Matt's father had hated having too smart a child. It was impossible for him to hide his genius once it had already been learned of, but it hadn't meant he couldn't purposely make mistakes to keep his true talents hidden.
But here... here he would be able to excel, to shine, if he chose to.
"-scores will be posted weekly outside the dining hall." Matt wondered what it would feel like to be the top student, just once. And maybe that was why everyone wanted to be L. Because being L was being number 1.
"You will have a roommate. Unfortunately it was decided that Mello would be your roommate. If he causes too many problems for you tell me immediately." from the tone of his voice, it seemed like Rodger almost wanted this Mello to get into trouble.
"You will start your classes next week to give you time to adjust." Matt had a feeling that had it been a Monday instead of a Thursday, he would have been starting already.
"Now onto a rather important agenda. You need new clothing." Matt wondered why he made it sound so important, like he was speaking about some life or death situation. "Do you have any preferences?" Matt looked up from his hands and stared at Rodger.
So he was allowed to pick.
"I like stripes..." Matt had always liked stripes. Perhaps only because his father had hated them, and in his own childish way he'd wanted to rebel, even just a little. Stripes were soothing though... so maybe he just liked them?
"Stripes?" Rodger had a rather odd look on his face, as though he didn't quite believe him. Matt did little more than nod. He didn't like talking unless he had to, or wanted to. And the latter usually never occurred anymore.
"Is that all?" Matt nodded again making Rodger sigh. "Everything will be here by tomorrow then." that soon? That meant he would be able to change his clothes again sooner than he'd thought... he liked feeling clean. Rodger than stood from his chair, slightly surprising Matt.
"I will show you to your room, if you need to find anything else ask Mello." the way Rodger said this gave Matt the feeling that it would be better for him to find things on his own. Maybe he could ask one of the other children here...?
Doubtful... that would mean he would have to talk to someone. Exploring was supposed to be fun, wasn't it?
Rounding the corner of his desk Rodger set off out of the room without even ensuring that Matt was following.
The hallways were quiet making Matt wonder where everyone else was; if they were still outside or in class or something. He mainly wanted to know what times of day to avoid the hallways.
He was rather small for his age, thin and almost sickly, and was easily missed in crowded areas. It probably didn't help that he was so silent all the time.
Rodger soon stopped outside of a room, which Matt assumed was his new one, and knocked once before entering. "I hope you paid attention to the way here, you might be needing to find your way back soon. Mello will show you to the dining hall once it's dinner." it was all too obvious to Matt that Rodger didn't like children.
What was a man like him doing working as the manager of an orphanage?
Quietly Matt walked into the room and the first thing he noticed was the blonde haired boy from earlier laying on one of the beds. All around his side of the room chocolate wrappers covered the ground, though there was no actual sign of the confection. Meaning that he had actually headed Rodger's words, or it had been taken from him so he had no choice but to obey.
"I don't care what your name is, or who you are. I didn't want a stupid roommate in the first place. I'll take you to dinner and that's it. Got it?" Matt nodded and averted his eyes. It was just his luck that he got stuck with someone like this.
Or perhaps he really was lucky, if Mello kept to his word it meant that he wouldn't be trying to get him to talk all the time. Matt might be lonely, but he was fine on his own....
With nothing to do he sat on the edge of his bed and kicked his legs out gently; though he gained no joy or amusement from the action. It was merely something to occupy the time with, better than trying to count cracks in the walls.
He had no idea how long he'd been sitting there, but the sun had gone down what seemed like hours ago. His concept of time was a bit skewed so it had probably only been a half hour...
Something flying at the side of his head caught his attention. It was a chocolate bar wrapper. Turning his gaze to the side he watched Mello silently.
"Hurry up and follow." Matt wondered if the blonde was always this irritated, or if just had something to do with his chocolate being taken away. With the amount of wrappers everywhere it almost seemed like an addiction.
Matt paid careful attention to every turn they took from their room, he needed to know how to get to the dining hall on his own, as well as back to their room.
"There, I did my job. Now get lost." Mello, with a small sneer planted on his face, stalked off to grab his food.
Matt wasn't sure if this was how all meals were served, in a grand buffet style, but he was sure he'd never seen so much food in his life. He couldn't even name most of them. Knowing that if he ate too much he would only make himself sick, as had happened before, he picked up only small foods and went to find a seat.
Matt suddenly really wished he hadn't gone to dinner.
Everyone was staring at him. He understood that it was because he was new, however....he doubted that was the only reason. Matt was proven correct by an older boy walking up to him, as he attempted to seat himself.
"What's up with that freakish hair? I didn't think they let toddlers dye it." Matt should have expected this place to be just like every other, really, but he had gotten caught up in everything. Every child his age or otherwise had always thought his hair was weird because of how red it was.
It wasn't something he could change either.
Matt ignored the older boy and moved around him to sit at an empty table, which proved to be the wrong thing to do. "Hey don't ignore me!" his loud shout had gathered attention to the two of them, more attention than was already on Matt. Even the teachers monitoring dinner had looked over.
The older boy flushed scarlet for a moment before growling and stalking off, but not before he shot a dirty look at Matt.
Matt wasn't naive enough to think he would be left alone. No... this place was just like everywhere else, with the exception that everyone was as smart as he was, or close to it.
And that made it dangerous.
He picked absently at his food, no longer in the mood to eat, but knowing he needed to. Once he'd eaten all he could he left the plate on the table, as he had seen other kids do, he left for his room again.
He didn't have any difficulty finding his way back, and thankfully didn't run into anyone.
His first night at Whammys wasn't filled with fear of the unknown or tears like in some cases. He had nothing to be sad over. He was free from his old life, and from what he could see was better off, with the exception of the other children.
The bed was soft, and clean, and the room warm. Not even the light on over in Mello's side of the room stopped him from falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
When he woke sunlight was burning into his from past his eyelids. The curtains had been closed when he went to bed so he could only figure that Mello had opened them. Out of spite he couldn't yet tell.
The fact that the blonde wasn't in the room either meant he was at breakfast, or at lessons.
A loud knock on the room startled Matt and he had to force himself to relax as he got up to open the door. Rodger was standing outside with a box in his hand.
"I suspected you had slept late, don't get used to it. You would have gotten in trouble for missing your first lesson by now, it's already almost nine." Matt moved out of the way to let Rodger pass, silently pleased with finally knowing the time.
"In here are your clothes as well as books to help you study and a laptop to use for projects." Matt looked at the box in quiet amazement. He was getting so much stuff...
"You can change later; right now I'm going to show you to the kitchens so you can eat something. You are probably hungry by now. And breakfast ends before lessons start at eight." Matt nodded and only pulled on his sneakers, as he had slept fully clothed, before following Rodger out of the room.
As Matt had surmised, the kitchens were close to the dining hall. It wouldn't have made much sense to have to cart all that food across the huge orphanage...
As they entered the large room Rodger spoke. "You will have to make do with a bowl of cold cereal." Matt nodded, though he didn't speak.
Matt was shown to a large island table with tall chairs. A bowl was produced and set in front of one of the chairs while cereal was fished out of a cabinet; he wasn't given a choice as to what.
Matt struggled with getting onto the chair, but managed after nearly tipping it over.
"Just put the dishes into the sink over there when you are done. And don't cause trouble just because you are not in lessons yet. Understand?" Matt nodded and watched silently as Rodger left him once again.
At least he now knew the way to the kitchens.
He ate quickly, not bothering to really taste whatever cereal had been chosen for him, and left the kitchen in haste to take another shower. He had thankfully already found the bathrooms.
He was happy to note how all of his new shirts were striped though more than just black and white. The remaining days before class were spent in much the same manor, though with him exploring the area around his room a bit more.
He hadn't exactly been nervous, going to his first class, more like uneasy. He never really liked too much attention being placed on him and having to stand in the front of the class bothered him. He was lucky that the teacher picked up on at least part of this and didn't draw out his introduction.
Well formal introduction, he had already been seen by many of the children there during mealtimes and in the hallways.
Matt found the work to be easy enough, so he didn't try too hard, wanting more to get acquainted with all the main areas of the building instead. Instead of studying he could be found wandering the halls.
And every time he came back to his shared room, Mello would be at his desk or on his bed, studying. Matt didn't understand it, why the blonde would study so hard to be first, as he was second as Matt discovered.
Matt found that if he relaxed and studied infrequently he retained more information that way... but perhaps that wasn't how other people's minds worked?
He watched Mello study himself into exhaustion; literally falling asleep onto his textbooks night after night. And in Matt's mind, someone that young shouldn't be so obsessed.
But Mello didn't like him so he would never say anything.
After the first day, Mello hadn't so much as said one word to him. He would glare if Matt did something that irritated him, but otherwise didn't pay any attention to him. Well, it did feel like Mello was watching him at times, but Matt was sure he was just staring off into space rather than actually watching him.
It was Saturday morning, after his first week, and Matt wandered out of the room by himself. Mello had been gone even before he'd woken up. He didn't know where the blonde had gone until he reached the dining area.
Lots of the children were gathered and stood around a long white sheet of paper that Matt remembered was the rankings. He caught sight of Mello for a moment, but it was only for a second. Just enough time for Mello to narrow his eyes at him and stomp off.
Matt carefully made his way through the crowd and searched for his name, and to his surprise, he was third. He was third and only seven points off of being second. And he hadn't even tried!
Mello was only three points from being first. So did that mean that he could overtake both second and first if he chose to? So why didn't he feel happy about that fact? In fact... he felt rather unhappy about it.
And felt even worse when Mello kept glaring at him for the rest of the day. He hadn't even done anything this time. Unless Mello thought he wanted to take second from him... but he honestly didn't want second or first.
He got too much attention already and he was only third. The pressure and attention must be much worse at the top to slots, and Matt had no wish to deal with it, even if that meant he would never know what he was truly capable of.
He was still young at any rate. His mind might change later on... though he doubted it.
For the thirtieth time that day Matt felt Mello's eyes on him. With a sigh he shut his book and stood up. All he wanted was to read this book he'd gotten from the library, which was huge, but he got distracted every time those fierce blue eyes stared at him.
"I don't want to be first. Or even second, so you can stop glaring at me. You'll hurt your eyes if you do it too much anyway..." Matt managed to say quietly before he left the room. If Mello did get angry at that, he'd rather not be around for it.
He hoped that Mello would go back to ignoring him, and glaring randomly when he did something the blonde disliked. Thought he'd much rather talk with him despite the obvious dislike Mello held for him.
"Well if it isn't the red-haired freak that took my spot." a voice snarled from his left. Matt had just enough time to look up before something struck him in the mouth. He staggered back and fell to the floor with an almost inaudible cry of pain. He had fallen rather awkwardly on his ankle.
With a small wince he spat out blood and a tooth. It was a good thing that one had been a little loose to begin with...
"What, got nothing to say?" there was no reason for Matt to say anything; it appeared that he was going to be hurt either way. If he was quiet enough, it would end sooner rather than later. It always had before...
"I'm talking to you!" the boy, the same one from his first night at Whammys, kicked him in the stomach. He gasped and curled himself into a ball. It would protect him, somewhat.
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore what was going on around him.
Finally, when the kicks had subsided, he opened his eyes and peaked out from under his arms. It would have been bad if the boy had just been waiting for him to uncurl...
But the boy was gone, and in his place was Mello.
"Why didn't you fight back?" the blonde's head cocked to the side as he nibbled on a piece of chocolate; not a full bar though, more like a quickly stolen prize, as he was still on chocolate restriction.
Matt forced himself into a seated position and leaned against the wall; his head hurt. "Because..." he moved his wrist and winced in pain, though it didn't seem broken.
"They will loose interest if you don't react, if you don't fight back. It's not fun to them if you just lay there." he looked up and found Mello eyeing him with a strange glint in his eyes.
The blue eyes never once blinked, though they did widen and a look of understanding passed quickly across his features. Matt wondered what it was that he had 'understood'.
"Come on, let's get you to the nurse." Mello held out his hand and Matt gave him a very tiny smile and took it.
Mello pulled him to his feet but his ankle protested the movements making him fall leaving the blonde to catch him; holding his arm in a vice like grip while he struggled not to topple them both.
"Mello!" the blonde groaned at the familiar voice. "It's not what it looks like!"
Matt took all of three seconds to process what the scene might look like to Rodger, who seemed naturally suspicious of Mello, as well as knowing what the blonde was capable of. It would appear to an outsider that Mello was in the process of beating him up.
"Mello, I warned you last time-"
"He didn't hurt me." Matt spoke quietly. Rodger stopped talking and stared at him. "You will be removed as his roommate; you don't need to protect him."
"I'm not protecting him; he was only taking me to the infirmary." Matt insisted; his voice a little louder. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a need to stay with the blonde. And if he was moved to a different room that would no longer be possible.
And Mello... Mello seemed different.
"Are you sure?" Matt nodded at Rodger.
"It was Rick that did this, I only got here as he was leaving." Mello added, an arm snaking around Matt's waist to hold him up as he slumped a little further down.
Rodger eyed the two of them for a moment longer but finally sighed and shook his head. "I will see to it that Rick is punished if he did indeed do this. I expect you both to turn up at the infirmary." Rodger tried for a stern voice but only ended up sounding exasperated.
Both boys nodded and walked off; neither wanting to spend any more time with the older man.
Matt was silent for most of the walk to the infirmary, lost in his thoughts. Why would someone who seemed to hate him, much to his dismay, do this? Was it just another ploy?
"Why are you helping me?" Matt was genuinely curious, not that he didn't appreciate the help. Mello raised an eyebrow.
"Isn't this what friends are supposed to do? Besides, you obviously can't do this on your own." Matt's eyes widened. "Friends?" He felt Mello tense against his side though neither of them stopped moving.
"What, you don't want to be friends?" Mello voice was void of emotion, though there was a chipped edge to the words. Matt suddenly felt so much smaller than he was.
"I thought it was you that didn't..." Matt trailed off and it wasn't until Mello spoke that he relaxed.
"I changed my mind. You're interesting. And I already told you, you can't do this on your own." though Matt was sure Mello was referring to more than his injured leg.
"I'd like to be your friend."
"Good, because I wasn't giving you a choice in the matter." and Matt smiled, a smile so wide his face hurt.
The two of them were near inseparable after that. Where one was, the other was also. Though there were occasions where Mello wandered off on his own leaving Matt by himself; though never for very long.
On one such occasion, weeks later, Matt ran into Rick.
"Well if it isn't the freak who stole my spot." Matt backed away from the older boy and made to turn back the way he came when he was grabbed by his shirt and slammed into the wall. He let out a small whimper but was otherwise silent.
Rick had been third, and then Matt had 'taken' his spot. It wasn't Matt's fault, it wasn't as though he'd known the boy had been third, or he might have made an effort not to place it.
"You know the only reason Mello even bothers with you is because you took my spot so quickly. Once you loose your usefulness you're going to be thrown to the side. And I'm going to be there, watching, laughing."
Rick was leaning in so close that it made Matt squirm in distaste.
"You are just Mello's pet, his dog."
Matt shrank as far back as the wall would allow him and tried not to think about what the older boy was saying. He was wrong, he was Mello's friend, not his pet.
And Mello would never get rid of him, right? The blonde was happy with being his friend, at least he seemed so. He was already so attached to Mello and if Mello suddenly decided he didn't want to be his friend...
Rick smirked as all the different emotions danced across the younger ones eyes. It was so easy to put doubt into there heads, and with the redhead worrying about his friendship his grades would slip-
"Hey, get the heck away from him!" Matt was released as Rick rounded on the blonde owner of the voice. "And just what do you think you can do?"
"Me? Nothing, but once Rodger rounds that corner he'll throw your ass out of here." Mello smirked as the sound of shoes echoed in the silent hallway. Rick swore and with one last glance at the two of them took off.
"Thanks Mello." Matt watched as another child walked around the corner instead of Rodger and smiled slightly at Mello's bluff.
"What would you have done if he had waited?" Matt asked curiously. Mello smirked. "Grabbed you and run like hell. I'm not stupid; I know I can't beat him." Mello motioned for him to follow as he started down the hallway.
And Matt did.
Matt knew with all certainty, that he would never beat Mello in anything. He would stay third so he could keep his friend. His very first friend. The only person in his life so far that had showed and proven that they cared for him.
That didn't think him worthless, and that looked after him.
If Mello ever became first, then Matt would become second. Always one step behind his friend. Because that was all he'd ever wanted. A friend. And now that he had one, he would do whatever it took to keep him. The title of L be damned.
Being third wouldn't be so bad; he'd never liked too much attention anyway.
But even as he thought this... he wondered again if Mello wanted to stay his friend.
"We'll always be friends, right?" the tiny redhead asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"Of course, don't be stupid." Mello said while rolling his eyes and opening a chocolate bar that he wasn't supposed to have, being banned from chocolate again.
Matt smiled, the gap in front teeth showing proudly.
Matt was, probably for the first time in his short life, happy. And no matter what happened, he knew that somehow, he and Mello would always be friends.
Because Mello said so.
-End Whammys-
AN: OMG. This took forever. But I got it done. And isn't Matt's last line 'awww' worthy? Because Mello said so. Heh.
So........ Tell me what you think.
Also, I am tacking on a few oneshots to this one, such as Matt getting his first pair of goggles. So keep a look out, I have them planned but not yet written. Those ones will NOT be as long as this one. I refuse to let them.
Review? Please????