Hello and welcome to the first chapter of The Nanny! Enjoy and review.

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Matt was just your average teenager, eighteen and fresh out of high school and his parent's home. Except, his parents were dead, he'd technically graduated when he was fourteen, and he'd been on his own since he was fifteen.

Well, that and he was a genius hacker.

So maybe he wasn't average. But he was eighteen, out on his own in L.A and poor as dirt. His hacking skills, while incredibly useful, only got him so far considering he wasn't willing to steal money from those rich enough to have him killed and all forensic evidence destroyed. So that left him in the predicament he was in now; he needed a real job. He was dangerously low on games and batteries and he needed a new TV.

Oh, and he had to pay bills and shit.

So he stole his ninety year old neighbor's paper and flipped to the classified ads. Popping the cap off of a red pen, he sat on his old, holy couch and started reading.

And three hours later, he was frustrated as hell. He paced the room, smoking his third cigarette in a row and cursing under his breath. He may have needed the money, but he had standards and he was above working with a bunch of idiots or perverts.

After extinguishing his fourth cigarette, he grabbed the paper and scanned it one more time. As his eyes took in all the words and letters, one particular phrase jumped out at him.

Live-in nanny needed.

Free accommodations and food provided. Must be good at handling temper tantrums.

"Hn," Matt grunted, sinking back down to the couch. A live in nanny with food and accommodations? That sounded pretty fucking great. And they were paying him to do it!

And so, without thinking, Matt grabbed the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" a deep voice answered. Matt licked his lips.

"Hi, my name is Matt. I'm calling about the ad for a… nanny." He spit the word distastefully, not quite liking it. The man on the other end was silent for a moment before chuckling.

"Wasn't expecting a guy to call," he admitted, "but what the hell? You any good with kids that got major temper problems?"

"I've taken care of them before when I was in the orphanage. Does that count?"

"Hahaha! I like you kid," whoever-he-was-talking-to laughed. "You're alright with the live-in part? Don't have, like, family and shit to tend to?" Matt scowled at the phone. If the kid was raised by this ignorant asshole, no wonder he had temper problems.

"No… Orphanage, remember? All I'd need is my own bedroom and bathroom." Then he realized how painfully low his standards were.

"Yeah, we got that covered. How soon can you move in?" Matt looked around his meager apartment and found he wouldn't really miss it.

"Tomorrow."

"Great!" The man rattled off an address and as he was about to hang up, Matt stopped him.

"Wait! What's the name of the kid I'm gonna be taking care of?"

There was silence before another laugh came through the phone, this one much more sinister than the others.

"His name… is Mello."

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The next afternoon, Matt pulled up to the address stated and walked in, stuffing his keys in his pockets. As he passed through the door, his arms were grabbed and yanked behind him and a blindfold was passed over his eyes.

"What the fuck?" he screeched as his hands were cuffed and his keys were dug out of his pocket. He felt himself being herded through the building, which was evidently empty, because no one seemed to give a fuck about his predicament.

He heard a car door open and felt himself be shoved forward onto leather seats that his hands didn't like the feeling of. When the car door closed, his blindfold was swiftly yanked off, though his hands were left bound.

And when Matt saw what was waiting for him, he wished he had the blindfold back.

The man in front of him was huge, probably on anabolic steroids of some sort, and was holding a gun. The man next to him was tall, lanky, and looked sick, with sunken in eyes and cheeks.

'Drug addict,' Matt thought fleetingly.

The man with the gun called Matt's attention back though with a snap of his fingers.

"You Matt?" Said redhead nodded mutely. "You're a lot younger than I thought you'd be…"

"Maybe the age would be an advantage. Mello might not kill him on sight," Druggie said musingly. Matt's eyes widened comically.

"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded. He was ignored, which left him to his own genius conclusions, none of which were good.

'Might not kill me on sight?' Matt thought, musing over the words. 'And my age would be an advantage… Mello must be around my age. But then, why is he in some organized crime group? And he's higher up… Oh God, what if he's an old pervert and they think I'm jailbait?!'

Matt was interrupted from his melodramatic inner conflict by the car lurching to a halt and the blindfold going back over his eyes. He was paraded down several flights of metal stairs, led through several musty smelling hallways and finally shoved into a room. He faintly registered the light on the sides of the blindfold, but the smell is what really assaulted his senses.

Sex. That was the first smell. It permeated the air so strongly that Matt's pervert theory was reinforced. Then he smelled cigar smoke and the sulfur of matches. Under those two smells was the scent of alcohol, mixed with a faint scent of leather and chocolate.

It was at this point Matt decided he'd stop trying to learn his surroundings through smell.

The blindfold was taken away and Matt was plopped down on one of those huge, wrap-around couches that had couches, loveseats and recliners built in. Gun-Man and Druggie were there too and Gun-Man had a laptop open on the coffee table, which Matt noted, had no less than ten crumpled up wrappers and twice that many unopened chocolate bars.

He was brought from his observations by a door opening to the side and a leather-clad, fierce looking blonde striding through the room. He had a gun in one hand and a newspaper in the other and looked positively murderous. He stopped short upon seeing Matt, but when he saw the glinting handcuffs around his wrists he shrugged it off and turned on Gun-Man. The words that he screamed made Matt's blood go cold.

"You hired me a fucking nanny?!"