Hello! I realize I forgot a disclaimer last chapter, so here goes: I own nothing in this fic. Nothing mentioned, no labels, no characters and no plot. Nothing. That being said, please review!

Also, short chapter is short! I'm sorry. Bitch to me about it in a review!

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Mello was upset.

He was really always upset about something or other, but now he was severely upset. Actually, it seemed almost unfair to use a word as mundane as 'upset', considering his feeling went far beyond the simple word.

So, Mello was pissed, fuming, seething and raging at the newspaper in his hands.

He wasn't stupid. This seemed obvious enough, from those who looked at his track record and the sharp intelligence in his eyes, but apparently Rod didn't grasp how intelligent Mello was. He'd overheard the little conversation between Rod and Kal the day before and when another lackey went for his chocolate, Mello told him to grab him a paper.

And now he knew what was happening.

"Assholes," he grumbled as he stalked through the halls. Alright, so maybe his temper tantrums were a little explosive (no pun intended) but those men he'd killed were so damn dumb, he was doing Rod a favor. And he couldn't work with stupid, incompetent people. And that was no reason to get him a fucking nanny.

It was with this thought racing through his head that he burst through the door of the main room, knowing that was where Rod would be. His dramatic entrance was ruined slightly by the sexy as hell redhead sitting on the couch. Mello looked into the face and eyes and saw flickers of fear and panic there, and the glint of his handcuffs caught Mello's eye. The blonde was slightly put out, because handcuffs meant trespassers, traitors or cops. And all three warranted death.

"You hired me a fucking nanny?" he screamed at Rod instead, shaking the paper in his hands. Rod held his hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, I did. You need someone to keep you from killing all my men, because I can't bring 'em in as fast as you kill 'em."

"Damn it Boss, they were so stupid! You could at least hire some muscle that has brains." At that, the heavily tattooed man Mello had the burden of calling his boss rolled his eyes.

"You don't consider them smart unless they're as smart as you! Now, this here's Matt." Rod gestured to the bound redhead who was starting at Mello with a scrutinizing, if not slightly panicked look. "He's gonna start tagging along with you to make sure you don't kill my men. I don't care if you spill your guts to him or fuck him 'till you're not angry anymore, but you can't kill my lackeys. And you can't kill him."

Mello slowly turned to Matt, who had a disbelieving look on his face that was directed at Rod. His pretty pink lips were parted, his jaw slack. Mello took immense pleasure in the faint pink that was dusted across the tops of his cheeks; he wasn't too objected to the idea of being fucked senseless, even if he tried to look it. And Mello himself wasn't too perturbed by the idea of pounding Matt into the nearest surface.

He strolled over to the redhead, pushing his gun down the front of his pants. Matt eyed the area with wide eyes, even through his goggles, and Mello couldn't help a smirk. He grabbed the redhead's cuffs and yanked him up, unlocking them and dropping them on the couch.

"C'mon," he demanded brusquely, striding from the room and laughing internally when Matt followed.

When they reached Mello's room, Matt couldn't bring himself to be surprised to find chocolate wrappers all over the floor and overflowing the trash can. There was a queen sized mattress, but no frame or bed; just the mattress shoved in a corner. Matt could see an adjoining bathroom and in a corner was his meager bag of belongings and computer equipment.

"So," he said conversationally, drawing out the 'o'. "What am I gonna be doing?" Mello's sharp eyes flashed to his as he picked up a chocolate bar and tore into the wrapper with his teeth.

"Following me, doing what I tell you to, redirecting my anger… that kind of stuff," he answered with a smirk, surprised when the redhead straightened up and glared at him through the goggles.

"Right. Yeah, I know I can't leave now and I don't plan to, but I'm not gonna be your bitch. You can't boss me around like everyone else, so if you try, you're gonna be disappointed."

Mello blinked in surprise at the redhead's outburst. He studied the face and found himself infuriated by the goggles that covered his eyes. So he straightened and walked right up to Matt, hooking a finger in the band of the goggles and yanking them off.

Matt's eyes were a stunning grey, the color of brewing storm clouds. Right now they held a hint of resignation, but mostly blazing anger and defiance. The redhead straightened up and drew to his full height, not seeming to care that he was an inch shorter than Mello.

Finally, Mello held his hand out; the goggles dangled from his finger. Matt took them back and pulled them to hang around his neck, looking back up at Mello with a searching look.

"Alright. I like you, Matt. That's why I'm gonna go easy on you; not gonna do anything you don't want me to."

Matt blinked and narrowed his eyes briefly before nodding. Then he dropped back onto the mattress with an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, I'm beat. The adrenaline high a guy gets from getting kidnapped and learning he's a nanny for a mafia boss is pretty awesome, but the crash is a bitch." With that, he rolled over, curled up and swiftly fell asleep.

Mello waited for a few minutes to ensure that Matt was asleep, and then he smirked and sank into a chair.

"Oh yes," he said to the silent room. "I'll have fun with him."