A/N: Hello everyone. This chapter took forever to write and is short. Sorry, writer's block. I may come and revise at a later date.

-Lugga- You're welcome. I try my best. Thank you for the kind words. I try to get the voice of the characters correct.

-Quiet Harmony-chan- It would be mostly about the machine, but will include other characters as well. BB will definitely come at a later date.

Mello sat in the corner of the club. He took a bite of chocolate as he watched a young red-headed man went from woman to woman trying to flirt. The blonde yawned and the phone in his pocket vibrated. "Asset: Mihael Keehl," the text read. Mello narrowed his eyes at his real name. "Awareness level: 54%," the second text came.

Mello frowned at the computer's way of telling him to wake up. The phone rang and Mello picked it up, "I can't find anything interesting about our target. He has no enemies or any money issues. As far as I can tell he is not in any danger." Mello hung up with an affirmative.

Mello got up and prepared to leave. He watched as the young man also headed to the exit. Mello shrugged and decided to follow the man. The Whammy followed the man at a far distance. The red-head walked with his hands in his pockets down the dim sidewalk.

He took a turn into an alley. Mello stopped around the corner. The red-head was there for several minutes. Mello waited looking at his phone. It vibrated quickly. "Impending danger: 98%."

Mello looked at the phone confused. There was no one besides his target in the alley, so the man couldn't be in danger. The blonde briefly wondered if the man was going to commit suicide considering that there was no other human around to harm him. Mello quickly dismissed this idea; Matt had told him that Guardian prevented crimes and suicide was definitely not a crime.

Before the Whammy could think further on the idea. The target walked out of the alley. "9 o'clock," a text read as it came in. Mello looked in the direction that Guardian indicated which was in the heart of the alley. He walked cautiously into the alley. The saw a faint light coming from the side of a building. The blonde walked to the light. It looked like a phone attached to a strange block. Mello recognized it as a bomb. He hightailed it out of the alley and ran to find the man.

There was a loud boom and the shockwave knocked the blonde off his feet. He tumbled for a moment and laid as he tried to assess the damage done to him. He got to his feet, his body protesting as he did. He staggered as he took a couple steps forward. He was returning back to the orphanage.

The Whammy limped to his car and decided to call the police later if Guardian hadn't yet. The phone in the blonde's pocket vibrated. "Asset: Mihael Keehl. Nearest health care facility- 15 miles north by northeast."

Mello looked at the text, insulted that the Guardian thought him weak. He plopped down into the driver seat. With difficulty, he forces his arm to reach for the seat belt and secure it. He sat catching his breath for a moment before starting the engine. The blonde's foot was slightly heavy on the accelerator as he hurried back to Whammy's House.

He opened Matt's door without knocking. The gamer jumped and turned to face Mello. "What happened to you?" Matt asked looking at the battered Mello.

"Your machine is broken," Mello said gruffly as he dropped onto Matt's bed.

"What are you talking about?" Matt asked turning his computer chair and turning off his monitor.

"The man I was following wasn't a victim. He was a terrorist."

The sound of a vibrating phone sounded loudly. Mello pulled out the conversation devise and read the message out loud, "My programing states to prevent crimes, not to reveal would-be criminals."

Mello huffed angrily, "Seems like Guardian has an attitude problem." The phone vibrated again. "I have learned from the best," Mello read out loud. Mello narrowed his eyes at the phone.

"He does have a point," Matt said. "We should tend to your injuries before anyone notices." The gamer disappeared into his bathroom and returned with a white box. The red-head opened the first aid kit. "Take off your shirt, so I can bandage your wounds."

Mello followed the suggestion without comment. Matt begun cleaning the tiny scraps that occurred when Mello met the concrete. The alcohol burned as it met his flesh. "We need to find a better way to keep in touch," Matt finally spoke. "I'm thinking a small Bluetooth."

Mello shrugged, "Yeah, sure. That sounds good."

"I'm done," Matt said. "Unless there is any more injuries."

Mello looked down at the numerous bandages. "No, I'm fine," Mello answered and got to his feet.

A knock came from the door before it opened slowly. "Matt, have you seen Mello?" asked a monotone voice before the door swung open enough to show Near. The pale child's eyes caught sight of Mello still shirtless on Matt's bed. "What are you two doing?" Near asked.

"Um.. we're …um," Matt stuttered and if Mello didn't know better he would say that the red-head was turning red.

"What does it look like?" Mello asked.

Near paused for a moment and seemed to be running different scenarios in his head. "It is none of my business. Mello, Rodger was looking for you."

"'Fine, scram," Mello said shooing away the younger Whammy. Near left as silently as he came.

The blonde got up sorely and pulled on his shirt. "I'll go see what he wants. You better straighten Guardian out," Mello said as he left Matt in his dark room.