Disclaimer: Still trying to buy Matt and Mello. Seriously, why the hell do we need a disclaimer? Dude, if I owned if, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction about MattxMello, I'd be incorporating it into the story, duh.

"Author's" Note: Heh, this chapter is a little longer. Why? I was trapped in Maine with a psychopathic maniac who calls herself "L" and she had a laptop. So, needless to say, boredom creates fanfictions. Actually, "L" has an account here, but she's playing a little game. We want to see if our friend Erica ["Matt" can find it. So can ya? Huh? Find it yet? Huh? Huh?

"Mello?"

"What, Matt?"

Matt looked away from his Ds for a moment and sighed. "What will happen if we die?"

Mello was not, however, currently contemplating his own mortality. Chocolate usually did not induce such thoughts. "And we're gonna die sitting right here, on the sofa? Yes, this is a high-risk operation. Seriously. What if we spontaneously combust? Or if a random highjacker comes in and blows us to pieces? What the hell, Matt?"

Matt half-assed a smile. "That's not what I mean. I mean, when we're older."

Mello stared at the red head, sarcastically remarking "No, we're never going to die, Matt. I'm planning on going to find the fountain of youth, and when I do we'll never die. Never, Matt."

"Hell, Mello, can't you answer one question without an attitude?"

"Nope."

Matt stared back, wanting to slap Mello more than ever. "You know what I meant by that question, Mello."

"Yeah, you're an idiot that thinks we're never gonna die." Mello leaned back on the chair, there was about thirty minutes left until he had to go down to the next lesson. "Everyone dies, Matty-boy. It's life. Unless you are like, a king, or something. I don't think kings die."

"Kings die, Mello. As you said, everyone dies."

"Then your question was a stupid ass one." Mello bit off a piece of chocolate, and frowned. "Matt, you're a dumbass."

"Yeah, Mello." Matt sighed, and went back to his usual I-don't-give-a-crap-so-I'll-play-my-DS-Mode. "I'm definitely the dumbass, here."

An awkward silence followed the two, Matt just continued pressing buttons on his DS and Mello slipped into PMSing mode, the two combined created an atmosphere that would make a bystander want to stab pencils in their eyes just so they wouldn't have to stand the agony of extreme boredom anymore.

A few minutes went by, and Matt's question was still bothering him. Deep down Matt knew the answer. "Soooooo...?"

"What the hell, Matt?"

Apparently, Mello was beginning to fall asleep, chocolate melting in his hand, it being a warmer day in June, and Mello wasn't exactly in study mode. Plus he had been up half the night scheming on how to torture Near, which consumed a majority of his time. Mello really was a sad little sexually-confused being.

"The question I was just asking you..?"

"Ummm... yeah... what was that? Oh, if we are going to die? To put it plainly, so you understand, I don't think there has ever been someone who has lived, like, forever." Mello paused. "Well, what about Watari?" Mello stopped for a moment, "How old is that guy, anyway? Like, ancient. That's how old. Now that's how old. Old..." Mello began zoning off, eyes half open and his mouth slightly open. Tired Mello resembled a what-would-be drunk Mello, not that Mello or Matt ever drank. That'd be bad. And everyone knows that every 14 year old boy that looks like a girl and has this issue with being better than everyone else and also is addicted to chocolate is totally innocent. Yeah. Let's believe that.

Matt, normally, would totally ignore Mello's pushing aside of his questions and or opinions, but this particular one had been bugging him for a few hours now. An empty box of cigarettes was lying on the floor beside Matt, and begging to be thrown. Mello's eyes flew open, the chocolate in his hand dropped to the floor and Mello slid off the chair.

"What the hell?" Mello regained his composure, and began to stand. "You are fucking lucky they don't allow guns at Wammy's house." Mello pounced ontop of Matt, pulling his goggles back and letting them snap against his hair, pushing back Matt's shoulders against the chair Matt was sitting on and punching him until a voice moaned "Mello... Ok... ok, Mello! Sorr- ... Sorry..."

Mello stopped beating the crap out of Matt for a minute, and looked down at the ground where his chocolate lay, "Crap."

"Mello.." Matt wiped his mouth, which was now bleeding, "Answer my question, bitch."

Mello picked up the alleged object that had been thrown at him. "Cancer box?" He turned it over, reading through the warnings about how it could cause cancer and you may possibly die. "Hmm. It'd be funny if you died by these in your 50th birthday."

"Heh. It'd be funny if you develop diabetes before you turn twenty." Matt's nose hurt, blood still pouring out like a faucet. "Now about my question..."

"I'm gonna die alone. 'Coz no one I know will be able to stand my attitude. Or I'll have beaten the crap outta anyone who cares. Yepp. Happy now, cancer boy?"

"I'd be there, you know."

"That's what they all-" Mello stopped. "Why the sudden interest, Matt?"

"Huh? Well, I just wanted to know if you expected me to stay around for a while. Or if you were planning on abandoning me, " Matt paused. "Heh, damnit, you woulda killed me by then. Or I'd have committed some type of suicide."

"That's great, Matt." Mello chewed off a piece of chocolate. "But you'll have abandoned me. Everyone does. It's the way my life works." He looked straight at Matt for a second, "My parents didn't care enough to keep me at home, my sister never took care of me." Mello was beginning to get bored of his own pity fest, "Yeah. They gave birth to me. You are emotionally detached from me, I doubt you'll stay around for too long."

"Mello? That's not true. You know I'll be there." Matt felt a feeling in his stomach that made him feel uneasy and awkward. "I'll always be there. And you know that."

"You'll be dead before you hit thirty, Mr. I-smoke-two-boxes-of-cigarettes-a-day. And I will be in a hospital somewhere off in no-where land with chronic diabetes crying out 'where's my frigging chocolate!" Mello had this total 'I'm damn serious' look on his face, which made Matt crack up laughing.

"What's so funny, Matt?"

"You-you're serious, too!" Matt almost fell off his chair. "Ha ha, Mello, your really serious, it'll probably happen."

"Yeah."

"Mello?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Mello yawned, rolling his shoulders back. "Goddamnit I'm tired I should go to sleep." The words slurred together, almost undistinguishable to anyone except Matt.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Ok." Matt sighed, wiping off some of the blood and holding a napkin to his nose. He sighed softly, smiled over at Mello, who's eyes were closed and was breathing softly, arm hanging off the edge of the arm of the chair, his chocolate in his other hand, melting slowly as the sunlight from the window poured in. Matt sat there, smiling at him, imagining what would happen if he threw another empty "cancer box" at the blonde, but decided against it. He didn't know if he could walk around the rest of his life with a smashed in nose.

Matt resumed to playing his games, holding a napkin to his nose to stop the blood from rushing through. Mello sat back down in his chair, and began to doze off again. So much for classes, screw them. The hallways outside the door became flooded, and Matt felt like joining them. He probably would have been mildly more social had the crazed chocolate addicted teen hadn't met him that one day.

He never said thank-you for that. Had he not met Mello, then what would his life be? It was almost like Matt was incapable of joining them; as foolish as it sounded, Matt wanted only to be with Mello. He wasn't 'interested' or anything, it just was that Mello was the only family Matt had ever known.

"Mello?" Matt spoke softly, putting down his games. "Mello?"

"Umgh. No.. no." Mello waved his hand at Matt, completely and totally out of it.

"I'll be there." Matt sighed, wishing Mello knew that he meant it.