Author's Note: The initials of this are "RAR" XD I love it XD Okay, so here's a MUCH happier chapter! I actually had a lot of fun typing this chapter (well, this story in general) I actually wrote the entire fic in one day while procrastinating doing homework. Procrastinating doing things things is the only way I get around to getting other things done. So, there ya go.

Disclaimer: Still not owning anything.

(BTW, this was originally a really long chapter, but I cut it into two pieces, so it might not flow too well but it was making me panic just looking at the amount of words in one chapter.)

"Mello, Matt, could I talk to you to?" Near asked when they got to the door.

"Shoot," said Mello.

"Bang," said Matt.

"So, clearly none of us can live without those things. So we need to get them back."

"I can make more chocolate," Mello suggested.

"No you can't," Matt responded. "You failed at making toast once."

"Toast is kinda hard to make…." Mello said.

"Or we could devise a plan to get them back from Rodger," Near explained. "I don't have time at the moment, but later. As soon as possible, just not now. I'll meet you in your room in exactly an hour and fifteen minutes."

"What if we're busy in an hour and fifteen minutes?" Matt asked.

"Well are you?"

"Nope," Mello responded.

"I have homework," Matt said.

"No you don't," the blond reminded him.

"Yes I do."

"Not like you're actually going to do it. Anyways, it's Saturday, if you were going to do it then you'd put it off until midnight tomorrow. See you later, Near!" Mello had to shout the last part being that during their argument the younger boy had already started down the hall.

Mello spent the next half hour studying. "MATT WAS HERE" was spelled out in pencils stuck to the ceiling above the gamer's bed, and he was contemplating where to throw the other 564 that he had found around the orphanage. He thought about destroying the books in the library, or annoying the cooks in the kitchen, and for a brief moment thought about his homework before realizing how ridiculous that was.

"Meeeello?" Matt whined.

"Yeah," Mello responded, not looking up from the books scattered across his bed.

"I'm bored."

"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten on Rodger's bad side. Then we might not have gotten dragged into this, and you could be playing one of your games."

"We probably would have. Near has nothing to do with me, yet he got stuck with it, too. Hey, what happened to your fingers? Shit, shit, they're bleeding, oh my god, you're bleeding, fuck, fuck!" Matt yelled, panicking.

"Oh, look at that," was all Mello said.

"How the FUCK did that happen?" Matt asked.

"Guess I was chewing on them," the blond said, examining the bite marks covering his left hand.

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Aww, Matty, you're worried, how….unusual." Mello smirked.

"I'm not fucking worried," Matt responded, trying not to look at the hand.

"You say 'fuck' in nearly every sentence when you're worried, and you can't seem to stop saying it now."

"You're fucking making that up."

"Am I?"

Matt thought for a moment. "I doesn't fucking matter! The point is that you fucking bit yourself, what the fuck?"

"I'm used to chewing on my chocolate when I concentrate, I guess my brain just picked the next best thing"

"I'm going to go find Band-Aids, or….something…." Matt said, heading toward the door.

"Whatever keeps you busy for the next forty-one minutes," Mello muttered.

It didn't, in fact, keep Matt busy for forty-one minutes. It kept him busy for more like fifteen before he got bored and grabbed anything he could find.

"Honey, I'm home!" Matt yelled, throwing open the door to his room.

"That joke's so old," Mello said around the fingers in his mouth.

"Stop that!" Matt said, walking over and pulling his friend's fingers out. "That's really gross. It can't possibly be sanitary." Put that way, Mello gave his hands a disgusted look.

"Speaking of sanitary, why is that little sheep coming over here, anyways? Why couldn't we go to his room, where he won't accidentally, like, clean our stuff, or whatever?" Matt wrapped Mello's hand up as he talked.

"Would you actually show up?"

"Nope."

"Exactly."

"Why are you and him all buddy-buddy all of a sudden?"

"We're not. I still hate him. I'm still willing to kill him. We just need his help on this one."

"Fine," Matt said, finishing up with the gauze he had found. "I got some gum, too, from a source I promised not to expose, so chew that instead of your hand," he said tossing the packet on top of some of the books spread out on the bed.

He then decided to leave the room to create havoc somewhere else while Mello went back to studying.

Matt promptly came back five minutes before Near said he'd show.

"Where're we going to work this situation out?" Matt asked, sitting on the floor next to Mello's bed.

"We do have a desk."

"Mells, we've been roommates for….um….a really long time, so I know you well enough to know that you don't like desks. Or floors. And your bed's a mess."

"Thanks for volunteering yours," Mello said with a smirk, standing up and heading to the door.

"That's not fair, I didn't-hey, wait, where are you going?"

"To answer the door."

"I didn't hear anyone kn-" before he could finish the word there was a soft rap on the door.

"Right on time," Mello said as he opened the door.

"Where should I put this?," Near asked, nodding toward the bundle of papers and books in his arms.

"Throw them onto Matt's bed. It's the one closest to the door."

"In case zombies start climbing through the window, then I can escape through the door," Matt explained.

"No, you just lost the thumb war, and I wanted the window," Mello corrected.

"Matt lost a thumb war? But doesn't he use his thumbs for his gaming often?"

"I didn't want to break Mell's finger is all."

"Well, in any case, I was hoping you two would have some pencils because all the ones in the orphanage seem to have mysteriously disappeared," Near said as he laid the supplies on the bed. A pencil fell from the ceiling and hit him on the head. "Well that's convenient."

"Boo-yah, I was prepared," Matt grinned proudly.

"What are the books?," Mello asked, trying to get back to the point.

"They're all on different ways to steal or break into things."

"Near, you little unsuspicious bastard, I never would have pinned you as a criminal."

"I'm not, but by finding out the ways to get things I can be better prepared to protect by belongings."

"You mean your toys?" Mello asked.

"Well, they are my most important belongings. Enough of this small talk, though, let's get down to business."

"'To defeat the Huns?' Sorry to break it to you kiddo, but if any one's making a man out of anyone, it's me making a man out of you."

"If possible, I think he's even more obnoxious without his games," Near observed. Mello nodded in agreement.

Three hours and four more layers of gauze to Mello's hand later, Near started picking his things back up off the bed. "Well, Mello, thanks for the ideas. Matt, thanks for the, uh, use of your bed. I'll leave your checklist of items and the extra written up plan. I'll be back to sort out the supplies tonight at eleven after lights-off. Be ready."

Mello opened the door for the small boy, and Matt just laughed as the boy wobbled away, close to falling over from the weight in his arms.

Mello stared at the list. "We could split this up and each get half the things on it, or we could search together." He looked up to find Matt rolling on the floor. "I think the latter is the best idea."

"I agree," Matt said, still rolling. "I'm starting to feel sick."

"Then you should probably stop rolling around."

"No."

"Suit yourself, but I'm not getting near you after you get sick all over yourself."

"I won't get sick-" Matt suddenly sat up, holding his mouth. Mello's eyes widened with slight fear. "Just kidding," Matt said, smiling. Mello went back to chewing on his left hand.

"That wasn't funny, I was scared I was going to have to clean it up, and it would be gross, then I'd get sick, and we'd have sick everywhere. Like chain-vomit. It wouldn't be fun."

"What's the first thing on the list? We don't have very long to get the stuff."

"You know that coal Rodger always puts in your stocking as a 'joke?'"

"Yeah."

"Still got any?"

"Of course! I was saving it to smash up and throw in his face if he ever did anything too douchey."

"I think this is that 'too douchey' time."

"Oooooh, okay, let me go find it." A few minutes later he rushed back, his arms filled with coal.

"You're getting your shirt all dirty…."

"Who cares?"

"Whatever. How strong are your hacking abilities feeling right now?"

"Beastly, as always. Why?"

"I need you to hack one of the kitchen staff's personal laptops and burn a CD. How long do you think that'll take?"

"Which kitchen staff member?"

"Jacobson."

"Give me ten minutes. That includes downloading the CD."

"Perfect. We should go find the laptop now, he'll be distracted since dinner's about to start."

"Maybe while I'm hacking I could also leave some tips on how to actually cook…."

"Great idea. If only we had the time." Mello grabbed Matt's wrist with his good hand and dragged him out of their room, shutting the door behind them.

First they headed down to the library. Mello asked the librarian if she could grab one of the books from a high shelf in the back of the room for him. She agreed and while she was getting the book Matt was getting a blank CD from her desk.

When the librarian handed the book to Mello, he just smiled and said "woops, I don't think that's the right one….I think I need to ask my teacher which one it is Monday to be sure. But thank you." As he walked away he could hear her say "kids these days. Cute, but truly morons." That made what they were doing feel less wrong.

Next they headed to the staff locker room. Mello started digging through the dirt in a potted plant next to the door.

"What're you doing?" Matt asked.

"If you had paid attention then you'd know that Near was in charge of getting all the keys, and he said he's leave them in the plants next to the doors."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why'd you ask?" Mello asked, still digging through the dirt.

"Because he left it in here on the branch," Matt said, holding up a key. Mello got slightly annoyed, and snatched the key away.

"Then why'd you let me keep digging."

"In my defense, I really thought you saw the key."

"Then why would I be digging?"

"No idea. That's why I asked."

Mello opened the door then looked around to make sure no one was in the area. He carefully slipped through the doorway, followed by Matt who had decided that crawling through was the better option.

"Crawling? Really? You've seen too many spy movies."

"Shh," said Matt. "Which locker's his?"

"504. Can you figure out the combo?"

"Of course. But how exactly do we know this is his locker?"

"I don't know. Near figured it out. He keeps tabs on all the worker's lockers in case one of his toys goes missing. He said if something like that happened then he'd hire you to break into the one of the person deemed most likely and get it back for him."

"Maybe I should steal it and hide it in one of these so that he'll pay me."

"He'd probably notice, hey, have you almost got it yet?" The blond asked.

"Yeah, I've had it for a while, just wanted to make you wait."

"Sarcasm now, eh? You can be a real jerk sometimes. Someday, when I get the hang of sarcasm, I'll use it against you, and then you'll be the one feeling like an idiot."

"No, seriously," Matt said, swinging the locker door open.

"Oh," was all Mello could say. He then went to sit by the door and listen for footsteps while Mello downloaded the CD from Near's checklist onto the blank disk from the librarian. Now that he thought about it, if Mello had just said he needed one of the disks for a project, then she would have given it to him. And Near probably could have figured out which safe Rodger was keeping all their stuff in, then Matt could have figured out the combo. He assumed that they just did it that way because it felt more rebellious, and, god knows, Mello needed more rebellion in his life.

"Almost done?" Mello asked.

"Yup. His password was pretty easy: Wammyssucks. Guess he doesn't like his job."

"How'd you know his password?"

"It was the first one I guessed. I mean, who could like working here?"

"The nurse does. Which reminds me, that's where we're going next. I'll distract her, you get behind her desk and get Vaseline. And maybe some more gauze, my hand is bleeding through again."

"Then stop chewing it!" Matt said, walking over with the disk.

"Got it?"

"Easy as pie. The edible kind, not the 'P-I' kind. I hate that kind."

"Don't we all," Mello said, getting up.

"Um, Mrs. Wilson, my, um, hand is, um, bleeding, and,….stuff…." The nurse looked up.

"Oh dear! What happened!"

"Rodger took away my chocolate…." Mello responded.

"Oh, sweetie, here, I know I'm not supposed to give you children gum, but if Mr. Rodger gets mad then tell him that I'll write you a prescription for it, okay? Oh dear, let's see, we're going to need a lot of gauze…."

As Mello was chewing gum and having his hand wrapped up again, Matt was searching for Vaseline. The list said as much as he could find, so he grabbed three big tubs and filled his pockets with as many of the individual ones as possible. He grabbed some gauze, too, before fleeing the scene.

He met back up with Mello in front of the nurse's office. He had stuffed all the Vaseline into the pillowcase Mello had brought along.

"Well, at least we got my hand taken care of while we were there."

"Two birds, one stone. What's next?"

"Clothing area or emergency supplies closet. Which do you choose?"

"Clothing. Sounds safer."

This time when they got to the potted plant Mello knew just where to look. He grabbed the key, unlocked the door, and –because Matt had convinced him to with some alien abduction story- crawled into the room. He stood up once he got to the shelf marked "plain black pants." He searched carefully for the right sized, grabbing jeans for him and Matt, and sweats for Near. He looked at the shelf next to him to find Matt already done with three "plain black shirts."

"That was fast," Mello observed.

"Naw, you were just too slow," Matt said. "Think they have those black cap thingies?"

"Beanies? Probably. Check under 'hats.'"

"What if those have lice?"

"They check all the donations before they give them to us, I doubt they'd lets a bunch of kids have a hat with lice. Plus, most of us are smart enough to know how to turn it against the adults around here."

"True," Matt said, having found three black hats: one beanie, one baseball cap, and one top hat.

"What good will the top hat do?"

"Add style," Matt said with a wide smile.

Mello searched for the key on his half of the plant. "M-Matt? It's not on your side, is it?"

"Nope, Melly-belly."

"I would be confused by the name, but I'm too freaked out about the key."

"Not there?"

"No, and I already checked the dirt. It's not here."

"Maybe he didn't leave a key because we don't need one. Try opening the door," Matt suggested.

Mello reached for the handle, and it turned. The thing that really surprised him, though, was that he hadn't actually touched the knob when it moved. The door swung open to reveal one of the new guys hired for security.

"Hello, boys, was waiting for you to try the handle," he said with a smile, reaching for his pair of handcuffs.

"M-Matt," Mello stuttered. Matt grabbed his wrist and was pulling him down the hall before Mello fully realized what was happening.

"What are we doing?" Mello asked, running faster to keep up with Matt's pace.

"Running, Melly-belly. Jeeze, for second in the school you sure are slow."

"Sorry, I'm not used to running from cops, unlike you."

"I meant slow minded, not physically slow, although we really do have to teach you how to run faster, because you suck at this."

"Why does that guy even have handcuffs, anyways, this is an orphanage! What is there to arrest?"

"I feel like you're brain is one of those lights that you can make dimmer or brighter rather than just on or off, and it's slowly getting dimmer with each moment. Melly-belly, this isn't your run-of-the-mill orphanage, we're fucking geniuses." Mello was too out of breath to respond.

All of a sudden, Mello sat down. On the ground. Matt wouldn't have even noticed if it weren't for the fact that he almost tripped over him.

"The fuck, Mells, get your ass back up," he shouted, not stopping. He took one second to turn around and check on his friend, then he felt something strong hit him in the back of the head, and he was out.

Author's Note: Yeah, so this'll be two parts and the second should be up in about ten minutes XD I just have to make it a new document and add the line breaks 'nd all. Am I allowed to post so many chapter for just one fic in such a short amount of time? The rules don't say anything about it...

Anywho, please review. It'll really make me happy, especially since I've been editing this for a few hours (it's really long...) and so my neck and back really hurt (and it doesn't help that I have back problems already).

Thanks for reading!