I decided to upload two at once…so that you people wouldn't get pissed.

I'm having a little trouble with Amnesia, but I'll try and update soon!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own none of this crap…

: Mello POV:

My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. He smirked sweetly.

"Hello! My name is Matthew and I am here by request of my boss to be your home servant! Will you accept the offer?"

Home servant? Matthew? What the fuck is he talking about?

I took a step towards him.

"Matt? Is that really you?"

He smiled and blushed a little.

"Oh! You may call me Matt if you like. So, do you accept the offer?"

I took the same step back, going into my original position.

"Matt, what the hell are you talking about? What is this home servant thing? Don't you know who I am?"

He cocked his head to the side.

"No. I do not. Am I supposed to?"

I gasped. He better not be messing with me.

I looked into his eyes, or rather, his goggles. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I slowly moved my hands up to his face to remove the orange barriers. That was the problem. He was letting me.

Back at Wammy's, he never let me near his goggles. They were his prize possession. He arrived at Wammy's with them. He kept them unscratched and clean as a porcelain door. Nobody was allowed to touch them. Not even me. And I was the kids' best friend.

I stopped dead with my hand in front of his face. He closed his eyes. He was actually letting me…

I quickly drew my hand back and cradled it with my other hand. He was actually letting me…

NO! This isn't the same Matt! What happened to him? Why is he here, asking me if I want a home servant? Wait…

I cleared my throat and stood up straight. I'll play his little game…

"Well, I do need some help around the house. I accept the offer. So what do you do? Please, come in..."

I stepped to the side and watched him walk in very politely.

He turned to me and bowed his head slightly. He was actually being polite. This was getting fucking weird.

"Thank you so much for accepting the offer. Well, I am ready to do everything and anything that you ask of me. I will do any cleaning, cooking or physical favors."

Physical favors? He didn't mean…

"What do you mean by physical favors?"

I saw him blush.

"Oh…well I will help you with anything physical. Like, working out…or….engaging in sexual activity."

I jumped back and held my arm in front of my face.

"WHAT? You mean you'd willingly have sex with me if I asked you? Even if you don't know me?"

I saw him nod.

"Yes. I will do anything that you ask. I am your slave until you die."

My slave? What the fuck? This was so god damn creepy. Even if I could use the sex thing to my advantage…

NO! This is Matt! Your best friend. You wouldn't do that to him! You need to get him back to normal before you fuck him into the mattress. But first I need to find out what's wrong with him.

I sighed and put my hands on my hips.

"Okay, Matt, I understand. If you will do anything I ask, then would you please go and get me some more chocolate? I seem to have run out."

His face lit up and he smiled.

"Of course! I shall return with chocolate! Do you have any special preferences?"

I sat down on the couch.

"Yes. Would you get me milk chocolate? About 10 bars or more. However much you can carry in your hands. And I want you to be back here in less than 10 minutes. Is that understood?"

He smiled. "Understood."

He then walked towards the door and opened it, walking out and shutting it behind him.

I wanted to test him. It took about 5 minutes to get to the store, 2 minutes to grab the chocolate, and 5 minutes to get back. I told him he had to be back in less than 10 minutes.

Now all I had to do was wait.

He fucking pulled it off. Nine minutes later he walks in the door, holding four bags filled with, at least, 10 bars of chocolate each. I gaped at him.

"How much chocolate did you buy?"

He walked over to the counter and placed the bags down.

"Well, I didn't exactly count. But there should be forty bars of chocolate here."

FORTY? FORTY FUCKING BARS OF CHOCOLATE? That could last me a week.

I walked over to him and shuffled through the bags, and indeed there was a hell of a lot of chocolate.

"Will this be enough? Or should I have bought more?"

I turned to him. Really?

"Uh, yeah. This is more than enough. Thanks, Matt."

He smiled sweetly. "Thank you. I will do my best to please you."

This was getting….fucking. Weird.

WOO! I like this one, personally.

Hope you enjoyed! And I'll try to update this one as fast as Amnesia.

Thanks for reading and be sure to R&R!

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