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22 hours ago

"Move outta the way, dammit!" Matt yelled at the insanely slow driver in front of him. Takada's body guards were right on his tail, he didn't have time for this crap. He would have just crashed through the side of the car to get pass, but he noticed that the driver was an old woman. Matt, overall, was a pretty nice guy. He wasn't really a fighter and wasn't really all that violent, but a sure factor of him...was that he was reckless.

Matt sighed and abruptly jerked his arm to the left, turning the steering wheel. The car quickly slid to the left and then around the the old woman's car with a loud screeching noise.

Matt's goggle covered eyes flickered to his rear view mirror. Takada's guys soon ran into the same problem as he did. Matt chuckled and floored it.

He had pretty good space between any of the other cars in the street and was able to zoom past them with no issue.

"Thank you, Grand Theft Auto!" He laughed and jerked into another direction. This street didn't have any other cars in the way so he was free to swerve left and right. He only did this because he was expecting them to catch up to him and for there to be a sudden rain of bullets. Note: WHEN SOMEONE SHOOTS AT YOU, ALWAYS RUN/DRIVE IN A ZIG ZAG

"Damn. I gotta chill on the games, doing what I do in them in real life is going to get me killed. Starting now, I'm gonna stop...naaa!" He rolled his eyes at the thought and turned another corner. After a few seconds of driving on that street, Matt substituted his hands with his knees. (It's cooler than it sounds) He reached in his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He placed one of his hands back on the steering wheel and used the other to open the box and take out a cigarette. After taking one out and placing between his lips, he tossed the box in the passenger seat. He went back in his pocket to take out a lighter. He lit the cigarette and tossed the lighter next to the box.

He was back to driving with two hands. He relaxed a bit after taking in a few breaths of smoke. It really took the edge off. Right when Matt started to relax, two more black police cars emerged unexpectedly from the ally.

"God, dammit!" Matt yelled picking up the speed again. "Mello, you are so lucky I love you! You owe me big time!" He said turning another corner trying to be careful of pedestrians. His mood suddenly changed at the thought of Mello. Because of what he said before they separated.

"It's most likely that I'll be killed today. There's no one else that can do this but me. I need your help Matt." Matt quoted his words and his voice broke at the end. Mello had also told him that he loved him, but he was afraid that he would break into tears if he quoted that. Ever since Matt saved Mello from that Mafia building that be blew up, all the feelings from their childhood had rushed back. He would do anything for Mello.

"This is the only thing that I didn't want to do for you." Matt thought aloud. Matt's thoughts were interrupted when he saw several headlights shining in front of him. His mind went back to what was important at the moment and put all thoughts of Mello at the back of his mind.

Matt quickly slammed down the brakes to avoid crashing into the police cars in front of him. The car swerved a few times before stopping in the middle of the street.

"Damn!" Matt cursed. He had forgotten that he was still being chased my Takada's other body guards. They had caught up to him, and he was ambushed. Matt lifted his goggles to wipe at his eyes in frustration. When he pulled them back down, he sighed, leaned and folded his arms on the steering wheel.

"So those cars got ahead of me huh? How many damn body guards does one woman need anyway?" He groaned. 'She's not worth protecting...she's not even hot.' He added mentally. Matt looked back and forth through the side windows. The body guards were slowly beginning to get out of their vehicles. Matt stared at them in confusion. Why were they all getting out?

They answered his question by lifting up their guns. Every single one of them.

'What the hell? These people are crazy. They can't just kill me...could they? No.' "I should probably get out. Yeah, they can't kill me. Kidnaping doesn't have a death penalty. And besides, Mello wouldn't have asked me to do this if he knew it would kill me." Matt said to himself getting out of the car. But for some reason...that last part didn't seem too convincing to him. Matt got out of the car with his hands raised above his head. It was just an automatic thing.

"Hey, C'mon. Give me a break. Since when were the Japanese aloud to carry around such big guns?" Matt said loudly, looking in each of the body guards direction. ' Holding up their guns just to try and scare me? Ha. Good luck.' " You got me. I'm part of this whole kidnaping incident, that means you'll have a lot of questions to ask...you won't shoot-" And right there, unexpectedly, a rain of bullets fell down on Matt, definitely catching him off guard. Matt jerked backwards at every bullet that penetrated him. He could hear the bullets hitting the car too, which meant that every cop was shooting from every direction. They wanted to make sure that he would be killed. Matt let out choky gasp at the last few bullets that entered his legs and shoulder. Then everything was still. After a few seconds, Matt fell backwards on his car and his head hung downwards, not having the energy to hold it up anymore. His cigarette had also fallen. Matt could feel his blood soaking his clothes. He still had his eyes open...but barely. He was confused when he saw blood streaks running down the lens of his goggles. Had he been shot in the head? No..now that he thought about it, he could only feel the pain on the very very top of his forehead. The bullet only barely flew over his head, leaving a minor scar. The crazy thing was that the most painful thing...was that this meant Mello knew that this would occur. 'How could he...' Matt thought weakly, and hurt. Matt slowly closed his eyes, but only from exhaustion. At the rate he was losing the blood, from his leg mainly, he was going to die for sure. Matt could hear the body guards driving away quickly.

"Wh..what idiots...cowards" Matt murmured and slowly beginning to grin. "Ts'a good thing...I have this... bullet proof vest." He panted trying to hold in a laugh. His grin disappeared suddenly. He was still hurt about Mello, but there wasn't much he could do about that at the moment. Actually...there wasn't much he could do about anything. Still, Matt couldn't help but not be angry with Mello. He was head over heels for him and only hoped that he was safe. Suddenly, Matt could hear people scream when they saw him.

"Is he dead?" Someone yelled.

"Of course idiot, didn't you see how any times he got shot?" said some one else. Then there were just random outbursts from people.

"Someone take a picture!"

"Dude touch it! Do it! Do it! I dare you! touch the corpse."

"Someone call an ambulance!" 'That's the first smart thing anyone of these idiots have said.' Matt thought getting annoyed. Not too much longer after that did Matt hear sirens growing closer. Matt cracked his eyes open slightly and he could see red and blue lights flashing over and over through his blood stained goggles. He quietly sighed in relief at the fact that he would be taken away from this annoying crowd. The position that he was in was so uncomfortable, but when he tried to shift, he felt as if he opened his wounds wider. He clenched his teeth at the pain. Matt usually was good at handling pain, but it was located in so many places. Even without moving, he could feel his clothes being weighed down by his blood. He was getting light headed and was drifting quickly. He wasn't going to make it.

Suddenly, an ear piercing screech came from behind. It was getting closer too Matt. Matt's heart started to accelerate as he heard it getting louder. It sounded as if it would crash right into Matt's car, but Matt still couldn't move. Fortunately, Matt saw that the car had swerved in front of his.

What the hell was going on? Matt watched through squinted eyes at the black car that had nearly collided with his. His eyes lids were getting heavier and heavier by the minute so when he saw a figure step out from the drivers side of the car, he couldn't make out any of the features. Matt gasped in surprise when he saw the figure run in his direction. It reached him and unexpectedly lifted him off of the car and carried (More like dragged) him towards the direction of the black car. He could hear the commotion of the crowd watching this and the police and paramedics yelling out to the figure. Matt was so confused. He didn't have the energy to speak anymore, so he couldn't ask the person to identify his/herself. The person placed Matt in the back seat of the car, slammed the door and ran back to the driver's side.

"Don't worry Matt. You're going to be alright, just hold on a little bit longer." A female voice said to Matt. Matt then noticed that his eyes were completely closed. The voice sounded very familiar for some reason. Matt didn't make a sound in response to what she said. He could then feel himself rolling backwards when the driver slammed her foot on the petal. The woman who had just taken him away, was speeding like hell. Matt rolled into a more comfortable position with his head rested against the car seat. He sighed weakly at the cool leather. He then lifted his right knee to his chest, flinching slightly at the stinging it caused, but tried to to ignore it as he placed his hand over the deep wound, hoping to slow the blood flow. He felt as if he may vomit from the dizziness and lightheadedness he was feeling, but he held it in not wanting to ruin the woman's car. Matt suddenly felt the car come to an abrupt halt and he jerked forward as it did so. The next thing he heard was the car door slam..at least that's what he thought he heard. It sounded so far away to him. He could feel himself slipping quickly. With each passing second, he was inching closer to his tragic death.

Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted once again and felt the bouncing of the person's walk. Was this the woman again? She was probably huge and muscular if she could carry him over her shoulder like this, was what Matt faintly thought to himself.

"Don't worry Matt, we're almost there." Said the woman "You're going to make it, hold on." Yes, this voice was definitely familiar, but when the face of who it could be came into Matt's mind, he thought there was no way she could pick him up like this . Matt managed to groan in acknowledgement of what she said. Seconds after feeling a gust of cool air, Matt heard the woman call out for someone.

"Gevanni! I've got him. Please hurry! He's losing blood fast." They must have been in a building now. Matt heard faint footsteps hurrying down a hall. When they sounded close enough he heard someone gasp.

"God dammit Lidner, look at you. You're a bloody mess." an out of breath male voice panted. 'Lidner!' Matt yelled mentally. So it was her. Matt had remembered that Lidner used to go to the orphanage with he and Mello. Of course, her name is also an alias as theirs were. But what the hell was she doing in Japan? And how and why the hell was she saving him?

"I don't give a damn, just help me carry him to the medical room." Lidner nearly shouted at him. At that, Matt felt a new pair of hands supporting him along with Lidner's and they seemed to be partially running down the hall. Matt could see the brightness of ceiling lights through his eye lids as they traveled further into the unknown building. Matt groaned at the pain of the pressure they were putting on his wounds, but they didn't seem to hear. He later felt their speed walking slow and he through his eye lids, he noticed that the lights had dimmed.

"Place him there." Said a gentle familiar expressionless voice. Matt didn't even have to think to know who it was. He knew instantly. Matt felt himself being placed on something warm and soft. Overall, it was pretty comfortable, but he was once again laying on his shoulder wounds, which didn't help cease the pain. Matt could then feel the touch of cool fingers at either side of his face. He squeezed his eyes tight as he felt someone slowly lift his goggles over his head. There were so many sounds around him, he thought he was going to go crazy. He wished he had the energy to open his eyes so that he could see what was to come instead of being caught by surprised. Which he was when he felt a quick pressured swipe on his forehead.

"Gah!..wha..." Matt panted. All he heard after that was the same gentle voice from before.

"Gevanni, please test this for me. We need to know his blood type if we're giving him a blood transfusion, but first we need to clean and cover his wounds."

"Yes, sir" He heard the voice that belonged to the man named Gevanni, probably another alias. Matt then heard a quick shuffle and footsteps once again sprinting down the hall. Matt was so confused to how they found him, and why they were saving him. He hadn't seen them in over four years and on top of that, they were never friends. So why would they care?

There was a sudden conversation of whispers on the side of Matt. Matt strained to pick out some of the words.

"Does he know?" He heard Lidner whisper. Were they talking about him? What didn't he know? Matt tried to strain to hear more, but when he leaned in the direction of the murmurs, he once again hissed at the pain of tearing his wounds further. He could hear them freeze at his sound.

"We need to remove the bullets before we clean the wounds" he heard the calm male voice say followed by small footsteps growing closer. When the foot steps ceased, he heard shuffling above his head. A few knocks, and then a sound that sounded like air was slowly leaving a balloon. 'What the hell is he doing?' Matt thought getting annoyed. If he had any strength, he would have punched upwards to get him away from him.

"It's been a while hasn't it?...Matt." said the boy. Matt groaned at him in annoyance, receiving a simple "hmph"

"Don't worry. You're not going to die, but you are going to be sleeping for quite a while." After that, Matt felt something being placed over his mouth and nose. By the time Matt realized what it was, it was too late to react. He could feel himself slipping further. Matt then, with all his strength tried to force his eyes open, just a little. He realized how ridiculous it was, but he was actually very curious to see what the boy looked like after all these years. Matt surprisingly managed to open his eyes partially. Suddenly, his vision focused on a white-haired, pale, young boy with shockingly beautiful gray eyes looking down at him. Were his eyes always that way? The boy gave Matt a small smile in amusement from Matt forcing his eyes open. Matt couldn't help but smile himself at his actions before letting his eye lids droop down again.

"Thank you...Near." Matt breathed with his last bit of strength and slowly fell into a deep slumber.

Alright, I know that was short, but still. Isn't the fact that Matt is alive TEN TIMES BETTER? MATT FANGURLS UNITE! lol

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