[Authors note: Sorry for the delay finally done with all the...extra things I had to do. None the less here is the new chapter and well as long as it took me to write it I don't know how good it is? Weird, huh. Anyway I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far and I hope that you keep coming back to read more. I'll always be willing to welcome you. Of course, Matt still doesn't remember a thing and he's up to all the same old stuff. So without bothering you anymore please read, review and enjoy. I'll try and update soon when my computer isn't acting awkward.

Dark home

The distant smell of cigarette smoke is what woke Matt from his sleep. He frowned thinking that Mello had decided to pick up a bad habit to all the good ones like wearing leather and being sexy. Yeah, Mello had some really nice habits that had Matt panting in his sleep. He frowned deeply sitting up staring at the chair that Mello should have been sitting in but instead he saw himself. No, not himself, Matt. The real Matt. The red headed, green eyed, goggle wearing, chain smoking, striped shirt wearing genius. He stared blankly at the other before assuming that he must still be dreaming in this case. There was no way in hell that he could wake up and be looking at himself.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He frowned harder at the idea that the other was attempting to interrupt his sleep. If he wanted to come back that would be fine, if he didn't that would be fine too but fucking with his sleep was absolutely unexcuseable. "Are you here to tell me that you want your body back before I can fourth base your blond friend?" He questioned as the red head shook his head slowly blowing out another plumb of graying white smoke into the others face. He coughed waving his hands back and forth, "Then what the fuck do you want?"

The gloved hand lingered in front of his face for several seconds before finally dropping. "I'm Matt." He replied seriously watching the other with sunny tent. "You can't be Matt because I'm Matt and you're not me." His face remained completely stoic as he watched the other before smirking, "You can be Mail." He leaned back in the chair, the clicking of the uneven legs adding to the realism of the actual dream. This was fucking insane and he didn't like it one bit. "As for Mello you're fucking with a pretty decent sized time bomb. That's Sex and Catholicism locked into one nice little leather box with a nice blue bow. If I was you I wouldn't try the combination. The fucker's bi-polar, trust me I know. Mello kissed me back when we were kids and the sick fuck freaked out and left me for five years." He pushed his goggles up blinking a few times before lighting a new habit. "The password for the computer is MarioMatt." He watched the other sneer, "I would know, I'm Matt."

He waved Matt off considering his words with decent measure. "That's all you wanted from me while you're on vacation?"

He shook his head, "About that nice little leather box with a nice blue bow it's mine. I can't allow you or anyone else to have it." He stood strolling leisurely towards the door. "If you keep trying to touch it then you'll have to be dealt with Mail. Oh yeah, and don't touch my shit."


"Matt." Mello waited several seconds before kicking the hospital bed. "Matt?" He waited nearly a minute watching the man coddled under nearly four blankets talk quietly in his sleep as if there were someone he was talking to. He even had facial expressions, it was starting to weird him out. "Fuck it." He growled reaching forward beginning to pull the blankets from under the man until he was left with enough exposed body that he could wrap his gloved fingers into his shirt and jerk him awake. He shook the other fiercely before dropping him unceremoniously back on the bed without the least bit of consideration. "I said wake the fuck up. It's check out day and I told your ass to be awake and dressed by time I got here." He placed himself just over the railing of the bed, "Do you know how many fucking favours I had to call in just to get this little bit of time off? Do you know how many people I owe for today?" His eyes narrowed into ice blue slits as the other man looked a mixture of confusion and amusement. "What the fuck are you smiling about?"

He shrugged, "Just thinking by the way you shake me you like it rough to." He watched the other glare at him before chuckling to himself. "It's not easy waking yourself up from such a wonderful dream. Alas, I had you spread eagle and handcuffed to the bed. Just when I was bringing out the whip you began calling my name. I thought it was weird because your mouth wasn't moving in the dream, you were just staring at me with those innocent blue eyes...wanting it. Yeah, you wanted it." He grinned watching Mello create more distance. "Don't be shy now, I'm awake."

Mello gestured to the clothing set out for the red head. "Clothes. Get dressed so I can take you home. I'm liable to go to jail for beating your ass if I hit you here." He crossed his arms watching the other with tired eyes. He looked like he had been up for quite some time but he also looked as if he were used to it at the same time. "The last thing I need right now are police. Get dressed Matt."

He nodded sliding from the bed with ease watching the other with interested eyes. "So, you kissed Matt once?" He asked lightly watching the others eyes narrow but otherwise the blond didn't move an inch. "I'm taking that as a yes. Maybe everything I heard wasn't a complete total fucked drama dream." He shrugged into the loose fitting clothing. He'd thrown a fit refusing to wear Matt's clothing because they looked way too "neo punk" "cliche" and "dated" so Mello, gritting his teeth went home and sorted through the remainder of the red heads belongings until he found this 'normal clothing' and brought it to him. He glanced down at himself, sure it didn't fit as well as it could have and certainly not as well as Mello's leather but it would have to do until he could get home and could find himself some new clothing. At any rate clothing was clothing.

"I didn't kiss Matt." Mello finally replied glancing over his shoulder at the now dressed red head who raised an eyebrow. "We were at our old home, we used to share a room and Matt always leaves his shit all over the place. I tripped over over his useless crap and ended up on top of him." He left out the kiss but Matt got the idea. "I've already told you-"

Matt leaned against the bathroom wall watching the other with a blank stare. Currently his mop head was a God send. "When you made up that story did it sound better and more believable in your head or did it all just come out and sound just as stupid at once?" He flashed the other a wide grin before carrying his hospital gown to the bed and dropping it with ease on the bed. He collected the few things Mello had brought to him over the past few days pushing them into a black and white skull bag frowning at Mello's distain. "So are you just not going to answer, sexy? If you want to experiment there's no reason to touch a woman. We can skip something you're clearly not going to like and get it on. This bed is fine, even the floor, wall...I'm not really picky."

Mello glared up at the other, "I'm not lying. Matt forced himself on me, why would anyone want such an anti-social, stripe wearing nerd?" He folded his arms before pushing himself off the wall gesturing towards the door. "Let's get you checked out of here and home so I can get back to work." He turned the corner striding with purpose towards the elevator.


"So you rented this car just to take home?" Matt mumbled from the front seat as Mello stared in slightly disdain at the others luggage. "What are you staring at, put my stuff in the back and let's go. I want to see this great place you live in." He sat back in the seat and waited quietly for several minutes before sitting up again. The luggage was sitting exactly where it had previously been, the only thing missing was the blond man standing beside it. He sighed sliding out of the passengers seat before the sound of a cocked gun came. Instantly his hands flew up, "I don't have any money." he whispered afraid his voice would betray him if he spoke any louder than this.

The familiar voice snickered, "I don't want your money, Matt. It seems like since you've lost your memory you've forgotten where all the power is in our friendship and you keep fucking testing me." Mello's voice was dead calm and ice. "I didn't work my way up in the fucking Mafia just to sit here and listen to you prattle on about past shit and my sexuality. I'll tell you this shit only one more time. I'm not gay. I don't like men." He sneered, "Let me put it into your terms, DO. NOT. WANT." It sounded like a chocolate bar was being snapped behind Matt. "If you keep testing me then I'm going to have to show you what Matt already knows about me. Stop fucking with me. Now," He allowed amusement into his voice. "Pick up your own damn bags and get into the fucking car and shut the fuck up."

Matt hoisted his bags into the backseat without a problem before completing the rest of his task. He smartly kept his mouth closed for the first half hour of their journey home before glancing at the blond driver. "You claim that you don't want it but I don't think that's true. I think it's more that you haven't be able to separate your love for Matt and your religion enough for you to make the first move. I also think that everything you pulled out there was bullshit and that you wouldn't actually shoot me if you had the chance. Hell, I don't even believe that it was loaded when you cocked it. You do everything for tactic Mello, I think I've gotten you down." He smirked, if the blond wanted to play games they could play games no problem.

Mello glanced over to the other his face slack of emotion before the gun appeared from no where. He used one hand to open it and the other to steer allowing the other to see the bullets. "When I "play" I "play" hard." He replied blankly as the gun disappeared again. "As for Matt, I don't have a problem with him if he is gay. Truthfully I'd always assumed that he was but his inability to get close to people leave him high and dry when it comes to a lot of things. As long as he's not projecting his gayness on me then I don't have a bit of problem with what he happens to want to do in his spare time."

"Even if it's admiring your ass from behind? Because that's what I do, I'm guessing he does the same thing." Matt glanced up, "When you strolled in and bent down to pick up that paper..." He licked his lips, "I had a hard on before you made it to the bed. God damn that leathers tight."

The gun cocked again to the side of the others head, "You're not very good at this are you?" He hissed his eyes off the road for once. "Keep it up and Imma fucking shoot you."

"You won't shoot your best, oldest friend." Matt replied with a smirk. "As I was saying- It grips your ass and it's shiny. Half the time I wonder which I should be looking at your face or your behind."

Mello smiled prettily, "You're completely right. I won't kill you but-" He brought the gun down across the others face hearing a well deserved crack. "when I say shut the fuck up I mean it."


"You're fucking crazy." Matt whined curled into a tight ball in the corner of the car. He hadn't managed to get his nose to stop bleeding for the whole trip and he was pretty sure he was going to need another trip to the hospital for his face. "Why would you hit me with your gun? Do you know how dangerous it is? Plus you've killed me, my nose won't stop bleeding. How can anyone be friends with you?" Mello sat outside the car staring up in the cloudy gray sky waiting for the other to be quiet. "How do you expect me to get my bags and keep blood from getting everywhere?"

Mello rolled his eyes, "I only hit you twice stop being such a girl." He pulled himself off the car jerking the door open. "Get out and lets go. You can leave the bag for all I care. It's not my shit." He folded his arms the gun lingering in his left hand unthinkingly. He knew that the red head was looking at it but he didn't care. Mello didn't like power shifts and he certainly wasn't going to allow this new Matt to get to him anytime soon. He frowned, "I said get out of the car and let's go. There are too many people around here for you to be playing around."

The red head glared, "You're the sick fuck waving guns around and bloody hitting people with them. I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but this is bullshit. I rather go back to the hospital with the pretty nurses in their pretty nurse uniforms." He nodded slowly. "I like them, they're nice to me. I could probably find a cute one that was blond." He didn't have time to cower as Mello crossed the space to the car and glared dangerously. It put the glare Matt managed to shame and instantly had the man on his feet pulling the bags out the back of the car with his nose still bleeding.

Blue eyes watched in slight interest as he followed up to the lift with no problem and eventually into the flat. "Don't get blood on the carpet, I'd never be able to get it out." He mumbled sticking the key in the door before waiting several seconds and turning the key. Matt raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything his nose still dripping. "I meant it, no blood on my carpet." He tossed over his shoulder continuing down the hallway into the darkness beyond like Matt should know where he was going on his own.

Matt dropped the bags heavily on the wood flooring unzipping the bag to find himself a shirt. He wrapped the stripped monstrosity around his nose before joining Mello in the darkness. He couldn't feel around the walls simply because his hands had blood on them. The gun wielding blond would flip at the idea of blood on the carpet imagine what he'd do with blood on the walls. He felt himself cross over from the wooden floors into the carpet and paused. His eyes were slowly beginning to adjust to the lighting in the flat. "Mello?"

"What?" The blond called returning with a lit candle in hand. "They're been working on the lights for a week now. Leave it up to Matt to half ass a flat." Mello nearly seemed to be smiling but before Matt couldn't even think about commenting the blond turned away and headed towards another hallway. "Come on, I'll show you around." He shifted before gesturing towards the room they were passing. "This is the room Matt usually lives in with the television and his games and computers. All down due to the power." He turned over his shoulder, "This is where Matt sleeps off his drug fueled nights where he doesn't think I'm coming home."

"That's a kitchen table."

Mello nodded, "I know. Trust me, I know." He passed by it before pointing into the kitchen. "Here's where I prepare dinner and Matt bitches about it." He headed back the way he came shifting past Matt so that he barely felt the other.

He grinned, "So if it can hold one person, how do you think it's willing to do for two?" He watched Mello pause then he suddenly remembered the gun. "I mean-" He frowned, "If it's not sturdy it won't do well to fit your wonderful meals?"

"Matt's room is across the hallway from mine." Mello started as if the other didn't speak and Matt released breath he didn't know that he had been holding. "You better not be dripping on the carpet." He reminded as Matt switched the position of the shirt. "I don't go in there too often, incidentally, neither does he." Mello shoved the door open shaking his head at the mess inside. Matt stood beside the other looking at the wooden flooring that clearly someone had pulled up the carpet. It didn't have it's own bathroom and the floor was littered with clothing that probably needed washing. The bed wasn't made but it also didn't look like much sleeping had ever been done in this room. Computers sat on a desk and on the floor in a half circle around one chair which Matt was guessing something his forgotten half had done not Mello. All in all it had a kind of chaotic disorder to it but was orderly at the same time. Weird.

He nodded slowly tossing the bag on the floor in there. It couldn't do any harm, the place was a hell hole anyway. "What does he do that he needs so many computers?" He asked while attempting to breathe out his mouth.

Shimmering blue eyes ran around the room several times before glancing at Matt. He looked almost lonely, "Hack. Matty is a hacker."

"Matty?" Matt replied.

Mello continued down the hallway towards the washer and dryer. "Wash clothes and at the end of the hallway is the bathroom." He strolled with ease past Matt again stopping at his own bedroom door. "Yes, Matty. There's nothing to it, trust me." With that he blew out the candle and shut the door to his own bedroom.

"Right."

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