Chapter 2.

Matts Pov.

With beating heartbeats I opened the door, which he obviously hadn't locked. Slowly I peeked in, saw Mello sitting on the toilet. He didn't have a shirt on and just a towel around his waist. Scars and marks covered his back, from the neck and down along the spine. I couldn't help but inhaling sharply when I saw one of the newest injuries. He begged me to wash his wound, and I obeyed. Mello clenched his teeth together when the lightening pain shot through his body.

"What's your name?" He mumbled when I moved away from his back, putting the final touch by putting a bandage over it. "Matt" I said, not telling Mello my original name since I hadn't used it for years.
"Matt" I could tell he tasted my name, in the same way I had tasted his.

Even though I saw him, I couldn't really enjoy the scene before me. The scars ruined his otherwise perfect body. I realized I was staring, and hastily looked away. Nervous I started to bite my lip, turning against the door. "Uh, I.. I am sorry" I stuttered, immediately leaving the room. I shut the door behind me, and tried to slow down my racing heart which throbbed uncomfortable in my chest. I began walking towards my bedroom door, and picked up my DS when I passed the coffee table. The sheets were cold, the pillow were also. I shrugged, pulled the blanket closer around my body. I dived down under the beddings, turning my Ds on.

I couldn't concentrate at all. If I listened really carefully I could hear Mello in the other room. I held my breath as I heard how he sat down on the sofa, I never mistook that creak, sighed before he laid down with another creak. After a while it sounded like he was asleep. I sighed, and thought that I finally could get some sleep. Wrong. Somehow I caught my body when it was moving against the door, opened it slightly just enough to peek out. My heart was beating in an increasing rhythm.

He looked like an angel. The flawless face rested against one of the decorative pillows in the sofa, and the blonde hair swirled around his face. He was, just, beautiful. How old could he be? Not so old, I concluded when I referred to my own age. I was just 17 at the time, and had just lived in the smoky apartment for a half year. Before that? Before that I lived at an orphan, the Whammy's house here in America. Not that I want to brag, but I was actually the smartest kid there. But, I was rated third in all Whammy's. My roommate once told me that it existed many Whammy's houses all over the world, in England, Thailand, Denmark, France, Everywhere! Back then, I was kind of flattered to be rated third among all of them. I later realized that it was all thanks to my high computer skills. To be honest, I never considered myself as highly intelligent. I was, and am, just a computer freak to me and will always be.

"Mello" I whispered the name again, and tasted it. Why did it sound familiar? I took a couple of steps closer to the sleeping person in the sofa. I never had seen his face so peaceful before, not that I had had a long time with him, but anyway. I leaned forward and slightly touched his cheek with my stretched fingers. His skin was soft, and I smiled. I could feel him sigh under me, and I slowly moved away. Once again I went back to my bedroom, but this time I let the door open. It didn't take long for me to turn fast asleep, and I didn't even recognize the creaks from the sofa.

Mellos PoV.

As fast as he had leaved the room I opened my eyes, I had been awake since Matt had paid me a visit. But I pretended to be asleep through the whole visit, until now. I had a task. I knew that it wasn't likely that Matt was that 'Matt' but I couldn't take the chance. Matt, rated third in all whammy's, right after myself. Alright!, right after myself until I leaved three years ago. Not that I cared if he was, but I concluded that it was very likely that he, if he was, wanted to take me back to whammy's or make me cooperate with Near. And if he wasn't, he maybe just was a pervert that wanted me in bed but was too shy to say it out loud.

I got up, ignored the pain which shot from my back up and along the spine, and slowly moved in the small apartment. Not that I had an apartment at all to brag with. I sighed again and stopped to think, were could he keep any document that proved that he was a whammy kid? The kitchen? I slowly peeked in, taking a few steps against the table. The table was messy, with papers, letters and bills all over the place. I rummaged around in the papers, finding a envelope. It was blank, except one small logo at the upper left corner. 'Whammy's'. I opened it, found a letter with just a few lines. It declared that L had been replaced, with my own worst rival, Near. It also came to my knowledge that Matt had helped him with a couple of hacking jobs.

So, it was Matt. Matt, the kid right after me, and if Roger spoke the truth, he had been raised in the American Whammy's house. But what did he want with me? I couldn't bear the feeling of not knowing. Matt seemed too harmless to kidnap anyone, and if he was sent by Near, why didn't he caught him earlier? I knew that he had been watching me for over a month, even though he might thought that he had gone unnoticed.

I settled my mind, and walked fast against his bedroom. Slowly opened the door and peeked in, he was fast asleep.