AN: Okayz, before I start the next chapter, I have a few things to say first. 1. Thank you CatatonicVanity for being the first person to review, your awesome! Also thanks to all the other people who reviewed and have been PMing me. I like talking to people. 2. I'm not always going to be in Matt's POV, just for you guys to know, and I'm probably going to skip around with dates and ages and stuff, it won't be all in order all the time. 3. Last of all, I realized I had forgotten to write my disclaimer in the last chapter, so here it is.

Death Note does not belong to me, obviously, 'cause if it did, Matt and Mello would be alive and ruling the world and Beyond would be sitting happily in a castle made out of Jam with L as his queen. ^.^ enjoy.

CatatonicVanity was also was nice enough to help me edit my trainwreck grammer skills, so Thanks!

About five hours had passed since Mello and I had snuck down to the kitchen and stole, what was in my opinion, about four months worth of chocolate. Apparently with Mello, it would only last about a week. On the way there and back he explained all about Whammy's, about the ranking, and about the so called arch enemy of all things good and Mello, Near. Honestly, how bad could the kid be? And then we met him on the way to our room… Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I guess he's my enemy now too.

Anyway, we found out that I had all my classes with Mello, which made me happy. We had then sat down and "bonded", as parents loved to say about their kids making new best friends. I guess that's what he is now, my best friend. I've never had a best friend before. I had also realized by now that Mello, in my eyes, was perfect, screw Near and L. Now he was sitting on his bunk, the top one of course, writing a five page plus essay about something they learned in class, swearing that it was his best work ever and that Near didn't stand a chance.

He was right, from what I could read. It was worthy of a museum, right up with the Declaration of Independence and The Constitution. But then again like I had realized a few moments ago, everything Mello did was perfect from what I could see.

I was sitting on the couch, playing some random video game in one hand (that I was not focusing on at all mind you) and hacking into Whammy's files on my laptop with the other. I finally managed to break in, but geeze, how much security does this place need? Anyway, I scrolled down the list of students, looking for only one person, Mello. But of course, these files all had real names on them, not aliases. Which one could be his? Aiden Nach, A, Beyond Birthday, B, Ashtion Cowie, C (bastard), Linda Kier, K, L Lawliet, L, Nate River, Near, Mail Jeevas, Matt/Me,...Mihael Keehl, M. That had to be it. Mihael Keehl.

I went to click open the file, when suddenly the files shut down and changed codes, instantly locking me out. Damn genius computer designers... But after all, this place is a house for geniuses. Who knows what would happen if an outsider got in?

"Mihael..." I whispered. The name was so perfect. It wasbeautiful.

"Did you say something Matt?" I heard Mello suddenly ask, the blonde looking over the edge of his computer at me.

"Wha- no?" I quickly replied, focusing back on my DS when another huge crack of lightning lit up the room. I whimpered softly, ducking down against the couch. I suddenly was very glad about how long my red bangs and hair was, 'cause now I could no longer see out from underneath them.

"Hey Matt, are you okay?" Mello asked, and I could literately feel his eyes bore in to my head.

"Ye- yeah. I'm fine," I hissed back, straightening up and fixing my hair as much as I could.

Or that was until Mello leaped down from his bed and for the second time that day lifted my head up to stare in to his eyes. People say eyes are the mirrors to the soul, and that saying was yet another reason I wear my goggles. I don't want people looking in my soul. Mello noticed the inability to see my eyes and quickly slid the goggles off my face and back around my neck.

Mello's eyes are like blue fire-wait, no, scratch that. They're like dry ice, crystal and gleaming blue, but it hurts like hell to touch. Huh. That sounds exactly like him. Beautiful and painful as hell.

Anyway, he stared down deep enough, and without my goggles, he could see all, and I mean all, the things I felt. I bet it wasn't a pretty sight. "Matt... Are you scared of thunder storms?" He smirked before bursting out laughing. I glared back at him, before cringing at a crack of thunder and dragging myself over to the corner I had claimed as mine.

"Asshole," I hissed back, trying to keep myself from having a melt down and completely freaking out. I buried my head in my arms and pulled my knees as close as I could to my chest, trying to calm my breathing the heck down. I heard Roger call it was lights out in five minutes.

I hadn't realized how late it was. So, I stood up and crawled back to my bed, the lower bunk. On the way I peeled off my shirt and jeans and pulled on some black sweatpants and t-shirt, curtsey of Watari. Mello had gotten changed a while ago, and was slipping down into his covers, still laughing under his breath. Another crack of thunder managed to hit right on cue as the lights went out, and I quickly dived under my covers. Mello laughed again. I ignored him and buried myself under the blankets before slipping in to what I hoped to be a peaceful sleep.

And then I woke up hearing screaming, the image of my parents' dead and rotting faces frozen in my mind, and I thought it was their screams echoing in my ears. I realized there was a force holding down my wrists and putting pressure on my stomach. This of course made me panic more, and I struggled to get out.

"Matt open your eyes, it's okay, it was just a nightmare. We all had them the first few nights just wake up!" I opened my eyes and realized it wasn't their screams I was hearing, but my own, and the force holding me down was Mello who was sitting on my chest and pinning my wrists down. I also realized that I was practically drenched from head to toe in sweat, and that and tears were pouring down my face. The bed sheets were on the floor, twisted and hastily thrown down. I looked back at the beautiful blonde angel above me.

"M-Mello..?" I tried to whisper, but my voice failed me and I whimpered as another roar of thunder shook the house.

I expected Mello to laugh. Who wouldn't? I, the strong hacker extraordinaire with the kickass attitude Matt had been reduced down to crying and screaming by a nightmare. "I'm so pathetic." I whispered to no one. I suddenly felt myself be picked up and carried up before being placed on something warm and soft. Mello's bed. Holy shizz I was in Mello's bed!

"No you're not, calm the hell down." The blonde whispered as he slid in next to me and placed an arm around me lightly. "It's okay Matt, you're not alone and they're not here. You won't be like me when I first came here."

"Why's that?" I managed to whisper, pulling myself closer to him.

"Because I'll be here for you. But this is only till your nightmares are gone you hear? And if you tell anyone about this I swear to God I will kill you!"

I nodded, closing my eyes and drifting back to sleep in his skinny arms. The nightmares disappeared for quite a while. And a few weeks later Mello made Roger get rid of the bunk beds and replace them with a single queen sized one.