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My mind was at a stuttering halt. I couldn't focus during the tour with Red, who was jabbering away about the house and all the rooms. I saw a game room, an awesome computer lab and several rooms that had been turned into common rooms. The playground was a shock, I'll admit, but a large family on a huge property would need something to that effect.

Matt showed me to my bedroom, telling me he'd be down the hall if I needed anything. I waited while his footfalls faded, then stood and crept after him. I probably wasn't being as stealthy as I'd had liked, but he was going to... her room.

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I had a sister? An elder sister I'd never known of. An elder sister who lived with an uncle who was worlds away from my father. It was strange, frightening. I couldn't understand why they wouldn't tell me about her. Or why she was here, for that matter. She couldn't be much older than me, and I certainly had no memories of her.

I stopped beside a slightly cracked doorway. Muffled voices were coming from inside and I leaned on the wall, pressing my ear against the wood.

"... I thought she'd at least mention her firstborn to Mello." That was the girl's voice. Her name was Stasia... I didn't know what to make of that. Matt's voice drifted to my ears.

"I wouldn't expect too much from your parents; they're irrelevant. Focus on Mello; he's the one you should be worried about, not them, and I think he was a little hurt when you left so suddenly."

I'd never let him know how right that was. When she called me her little brother and left, it was painful, like she didn't want to be in my presence. But the flash of her translucent blue eyes had held such unbearable pain...

I almost turned to leave, when her voice floated to my ears again.

"Alright Mr. Wise Words, what' ya suppose I do to patch things up with lil' bro?"

'What indeed?' I couldn't help but wonder. There was a sound of scuffling, then Matt's voice.

"Put on some pants, we're going dirt biking."

Wait, what? I stood and ran down the hallway, ducking around a corner and sliding to the floor. Oh, he couldn't be serious. He walked around the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ah hell. He was serious.

"You need to practice eavesdropping," he commented casually, causing heat to rise in my cheeks.

"Shut up!" I snapped. "I'm not really trying to be stealthy here, alright?" He just grinned wider.

"You still need to get better. Come on, go change." I looked up at him incredulously.

"You cannot be serious. You casually go dirt biking whenever the fuck you want? And why should I go with you?"

"How about this? Because I know you've been deprived of fun, you know she'll be there and you're achingly curious. You wanna go out there and get to know her. So, either you come with or I'll drag you."

I could feel my left eye twitching. I didn't want him to know that he was right, but he somehow got it. He chuckled lightly, offering a gloved hand to me. I made a show of sighed heavily before grabbing his hand.

I put on a pair of tattered jeans, followed by a short sleeved shirt and some fingerless gloves. I pulled on my combat boots and laced them up tightly, not wanting them to get caught in the bike.

I left the room and slouched into the hallway, running headlong into Matt, who grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs. As we passed the kitchen, Matt stuck his head in and announced that we were going down the property.

"Stasia told us. Wear helmets, have fun," L responded through a mouthful of cake. Matt didn't respond, instead dragging me out of the house and across the lawn. We ran down the sloping hills to a large piece of the property that was dead, full of dirt and dust. There were more hills that had been turned into dunes.

I looked around, finding a large garage type building beside the lot. I was taken there by an excited Matt, who was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. He pulled open the door and ran inside to a four wheeler, throwing a helmet at me that I miraculously managed to catch. He jumped on the quad and tore out of the garage, barely missing me. He stopped a few feet away, laughing his ass off. I growled and stomped out after him.

"Asshole," I grumbled. "Where the hell is... Stasia?" Matt laughed again.

"Her full name is Anastasia," he informed me. "She didn't like Ana, so she shortened it to Stasia. And she'll be here. She's a bit of a daredevil."

At that moment, the sound of a roaring engine met my ears. I looked to where I thought it was coming from to see a sleek dirt bike sailing over one of the mounds in the dirt. Dust was flying behind her and the long, blonde hair was coming out from underneath her helmet in a long braid. She landed with grace that I was sure I couldn't achieve and skidded to a stop in front of us. The bike was turned sharply and a boot was pressed hard into the dirt, assisting her stop. When she cut the engine and pulled off her helmet, I couldn't think of words to form.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" I exclaimed. Mirth bubbled in the two sets of eyes looking at me and they both started snickering.

"Come on!" Matt said, gesturing to me. I stared, uncomprehending until he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the front of the quad.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" I screeched, struggling to break his grip. A set of strong hands closed around my waist and I looked around to find that Stasia had ditched her bike in favor of lifting me onto the handlebars.

"Hold on Blondie," Matt commanded. I put my helmet on and gripped the handlebars while Stasia peeled away, Matt tailing her. We wove around the dunes of dust, sailing from the ramps and over the ground. The entire time I was on the edge of screaming (which I didn't do, of course,) because they both drove like maniacs.

When they finally decided they were tired and wanted to shower, I jumped. When my feet landed on the ground and my stomach decided to stop flopping around, I stumbled into the garage and tore my helmet off, probably giving myself a bad case of helmet hair. The other two weird asses pulled the motorized death traps in to their places and put their helmets alongside mine. I just sort of stumbled along the property behind them, trying to control my nausea.

L and B were waiting on the porch, hand in hand. The red-eyed raven looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

"What did the two of you do with him?" he asked. Matt chuckled low in his chest, causing heat to rise in my cheeks. I was in the process of thanking God that it was too dark to see when the ravens shot me knowing smiles. Damn it.

I stomped past them and upstairs with every intent of stripping and taking a shower. Matt followed with my bag in his hand, sniggering slightly. I went into my room and looked around for the first time.

It was simple. There was a queen sized bed, complete with a black bedspread and pillows. There was a dark wood desk with four drawers and a spinning chair that I knew I'd have too much fun with. A walk in closet that held more clothes than I'd ever own and a dark dresser that matched the desk.

I turned to find Matt, who had set my bag down beside the door and was watching me. A slightly interested expressing was on his pretty face.

"You know, she doesn't bite. She's really nice and a good person and she loves you." I turned.

"Does she? Really?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Tell me something. Do you remember that at Christmas and on your birthday you'd get gifts from L? There were always some nice and extravagant things, and then there were always little trinkets?" I nodded, confused. "Those were from her. There was a woven hat that was black and white that she made you. There were some toy model cars that she had made and painted for you. She's always tried to keep in touch with you because she thought you knew about her. She loves you. She wants to know you. Give her the chance, Mello." He turned and left, leaving me standing there and covered in dust.

I shook my head and stripped, dropping the clothes and stepping into a steamy shower. I washed my hair thoroughly, massaging my scalp while a hum of pleasure rose in my throat. Then I started scrubbing the dirt off of my skin and body. While the hot water cascaded down my limbs and torso, I was caught up in what Matt had said. She had been sending me gifts and love all this time, and I hadn't known she existed.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself off, flopping down onto the bed with the towel on the pillow. The sheets were cool and felt so nice against my heated skin. I turned and curled up, allowing the blanket to wrap tightly around my shoulders while thinking of nothing other than how comfortable my bed was.

There was so much to worry about... but this bed was so nice. I'd think about it tomorrow.