Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Death Note. That's why I write fan fiction about non-existant pairings instead of making them canon... Oh yeah, I forgot... That's because I don't own Death Note... At all. Ever. ... Screw you fate.

Okay, so here's the next chapter! Sorry about the wait, I've had some exams and stuff (I know, excuses!) but I'm back with the chapter 3! So I hope you all enjoy this latest offering of Alternate MattMello-ness! Oh, and if the ending seems a little rushed then it probably is!

Eventually, Mello managed to leave the bar and made his way through the foyer to the elevator

Matt reached Mellos' room and knocked to check that he wasn't in but not really expecting him to be there. He'd heard a lot of noise coming from the hotel bar and assumed that Mello and his entourage must be having some sort of after-show party. Slipping the key card into the electric lock, the red-head quietly slipped into the room and shut the door behind him.

The room looked very expensive but that was to be expected of Mello. The bedroom was bigger then the whole of Matts' flat and still managed to look crowded, what with the hotel furnishings and Mellos personal stuff (At least five suitcases of belongings. Not including clothes)

Why was he here again? Oh yeah, to remind Mello to keep his God damn promises.

"Matt I'm leaving."

"What?! Why?" The young boy who was hunched over a guitar pushed it to on side and stood facing his blonde roommate.

"I've been offered a place at another school."

"Where?"

"…America"

"America!? You kidding me? Shizzix Mell, you can't move to America!"

"Shut up Matt, you think I want to? I'd rather stay here, but this is a specialist academy for modern music. They heard one of my demos and I've been offered a scholarship. This is my chance to beat Near." Mello had his fists clenched at his sides and his voice wavered. Matt couldn't see his face as he had turned away but he was sure that Mello was trying to bite back his tears.

"Hey Mello, I ain't gonna be stopping you." He pulled him into a hug from behind, "If it's what you want to do then I'll be behind you 100 of the way. That's what mates do, right?"

Mello turned around and hugged Matt back.

"Thanks Matt. I promise to keep in touch, okay?" Mello looked up at Matt and frowned, "Now let go of me before someone sees us and says we're gay."

"What? I'm not allowed to hug my best friend?" Matt said with a smile, hugging Mello harder.

"No, now get off me you fag! I've got to pack!"

That was around the last time Matt had spoken to Mello. They had been 14 years old and Matt was beginning to wonder if meeting Mello without prior warning was a good idea. The irrational blonde didn't appear to have gotten any better at controlling his emotions since they last met and Matt didn't think he'd be too happy to find Matt in his hotel suite two days before the final performance of his world tour.

How had Matt been expecting Mello to react? Welcome him with wide arms and a beaming smile? Not likely, considering Matt had known Mello for most of his childhood. Now that Matt thought about it did Mello even remember him? Would he remember him? Or was his head so bloated with fame that there was no chance he'd remember a face from his past? Now that was a possibility. Mello had always been so enticed by the glitter and glamour of stardom that, when he was at Wammys, he would stop at nothing to be the best at what he did. Even if it hurt him.

"Mell, why didn't you tell me that you had a sore throat?" Matt sat at the end of the bed of the infirmary bed. The sheets were a hideous colour of green that seemed designed to hide all stains. "And of all the times, why did it have to be so close to the Summer Concert?" He added.

The blonde he was talking to glared at him and turned away, pouting. If the situation hadn't been so serious then Matt would have commented on how much Mello looked like a girl. However with the Summer Concert only three days away and Mello having completely lost his voice, this was no laughing matter.

"Mell, how did you lose your voice?" Matt asked, "It's not like there's been a virus or anything going around. You weren't over-straining for those top notes again or anything, were you?" The guilty look that Mello cast at the bed sheets gave Matt all the answer he need.

"Oh Mello, you idiot." Matt sighed, rubbing his forehead with his finger and thumb. "Why do you do this to yourself?" He asked this, but already knew the answer.

Matt stomach lurched and again he wondered if this was the best thing to be doing. What if Mello didn't remember him and he got arrested for being a stalker or something? Did Mello have that sort of power? Probably.

God he needed a fag, so Matt headed for the balcony for a quick one and to work out what the hell he was going to do.

-

Eventually, Mello managed to talk his way out of the bar and started walking through the foyer to the elevator. His throat was killing him and he could really go for some Swiss chocolate. The girl at reception was staring at him so he gave her a wink and a winning smile. The reaction he created was something that never failed to amuse him. As her face turned bright red she nervously smiled back and then quickly busied herself with the hotel log book. Mello let a small, hardly noticeable smirk grace his lips. He loved causing a scene, be it publicly or privately, for show or for real. The way people would go from calm and in control to completely flustered if he stamped his foot or snapped his fingers always brought him great entertainment. Mello realised that he was taking advantage of his situation and that it would all come around to bite him on the ass sooner or later, but he really didn't care. Mello had never been one for planning ahead. He hired people to do that sort of thing, that way he could live for the moment. Besides, you only had one life to live, right?

Reaching his hotel room he opened the door and instantly realised the light was on.

Stupid cleaners, he thought with a scowl. They'd better not add that to my bill.

He headed straight to his bathroom and turned the shower to scalding hot. He needed the steam to sooth his vocal chords.

-

Matt thought he heard the hotel door shut. Fuck was all that was running through his mind. Leaning over to the small gap between the curtains, (Thank God he'd thought to close them) Matt saw Mello walking into his bathroom and shortly afterwards heard the rush of a power shower. Matt smiled at the old habit. He could remember Mello always hogging the shower for up to an hour after a performance. He always said it was good for his voice.

Now, coming out of the bathroom, Mello pulled off his leather vest which revealed an all too familiar scar running from his neck to mid-ribs. Matt winced at the painful memory and pushed it into the farthest corner of his mind. That was a thought for another day. Mellos crimson rosary hung from his neck and shone like a beacon against his chest and Matt watched as he removed it and placed it carefully on the bed-side table. Matt noted that all those years of chocolate had done nothing to Mellos figure.

Heh, he looks kinda hot… Whoa, back-up Matty-Boy! You did not just think that! You totally did NOT just think that your childhood friend was hot. Besides he's a guy and you're not gay.

No, Matt wasn't gay. Matt liked boobs. Period. But Mello did look an awful lot like a woman…

No! He doesn't! Ugh, Matt what are you doing!? Stop perving over your life-long MALE best-friend and think of a way out of this mess!

Matt starting chewing on the cigarette butt and ran through his possible actions. Jumping into the room whilst shouting "Surprise!" was likely to get him punched and thrown out of the hotel. Waiting until Mello was out of the shower and then announcing his presence was also as dangerous since Matt realised his hormones would probably get the better of him. And Matt refused point blank to jump off the balcony. The only option in his mind was to wait until Mello was in the shower and escape that way.

This was not the way Matt had this planned out. True, Matt hadn't planned it out at all but surly there must be somebody up there laughing and putting all these pitfalls in front of him. Negativity aside, Matt also needed to arrange a meeting with Mello, because he sure as Hell wasn't getting an audience tonight.

Suddenly an idea made itself know in Matt's mind. Something that they used to do at Whammy's to annoy each other. Sneaking into the room and writing a quick note, Matt pocketed his prize and made to leave swiftly. However he suddenly remembered the reception and cringed. Spotting a tour T-shirt slung over the back of the couch, Matt grabbed it and made his escape.

Heh, I feel like a spy or something!

And with that he quickly shut the door behind him and practically skipped down the hotel landing, humming the 'James Bond' theme tune all the way.

-

Mello took exactly 45 minutes in the shower. It was one of the few things in his life that was regular and always definite. Slinging a towel around his waist, he wandered out of the bathroom and headed towards the bed to get his rosary. He always took it of before a shower and replaced straight away when he was dry. It was just another one of the things that Mello could control. Although he could twist people around his little finger and get anthing he wanted with a quirk of an eyebrow, Mello had very little control over his own life. As such, he made his control over tiny aspects of his life a huge deal. He didn't like people messing with them either.

Turning to the bed-side table Mello went to grab his rosary, but saw nothing. He turned his searching gaze to the floor to see if it had fallen, but it was not there either. As he was on the edge of panic, Mello saw a note on the bed. Grabbing it, he read feverishly.

'Mello,
I must talk to you. Meet me at the 'Red Lounge' tommorow at 6 o'clock. I'll be there.
M2
Ps: You must come. I have your rosary.'

Mello scunched the message up in one hand and punched the wall, his face a picture of absolute rage.

Who. The. Fuck?!

Okay! That's it for chapter 3! I'll update as soon as the next one is written!