Author's Note: Okay, so this chapter has been posted on MangaBullet for a while, but I'm going to post this, and the next chapter that I have done, then I'm going to try to actually see this story to the end.

Ohhhhhh, I know. Odd for me. But I'm going to give it a try! =)

Matt's POV


"Um, Mello, I think that this is illegal in some states." I tested the waters.

Mello's eyes lifted to the rear view mirror to stare at me.

"Are you sure that you'd rather be with Shiro than me?" There was an edge on his voice somewhere between hurt, longing, and fury.

"I don't know you that well, Mello." I tried to reason with him as we neared the highway.

"You'll get to know me." He shrugged, and pulled over. He turned in his seat so that he faced me. "I can offer you thinks that he can't, Matt."

"Like what?" I needed to keep him talking so that I could escape...

"Well, I've cleaned the entire house, and you can clean it again if you wish. I can make sure that no disease will ever touch you." His eyes bore into me; and I actually began to contemplate his words, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"What do you want in return?" I whispered.

"For now, just your company." His eyes searched mine for weakness. "Think about it," he said, turning back and contradicting his words by pulling back onto the road. "Anything you want, yours."

I was tempted to ask 'why me?' but I didn't, I just mutely nodded.

I didn't understand Mello I didn't understand what he had to gain. I pushed myself into a sitting position and stared at the seats. Had Mello really sterilized them for me? There was no doubt that the seats had been cleaned very recently, but I still doubted his reasons.

My mind travelled to his other 'reasons' for me to stay. Was it actually possible for Mello to protect me from germs? Was he like an anti-germ magnet?

I quietly looked out the window and watched the signs go by. I could tell just by the scenery that we weren't in New York anymore.

"M-Mello?" I asked hesitantly.

The blonde's eyes seemed to light up, and he watched me through the rear view mirror.

"Where are we going?"

"Las Vegas." Mello chirped happily.

"I see." I said quietly.

"That's okay with you, Matt, right?" Mello's eyes darted back to the road.

"What?" My eyes snapped up to meet Mello's.

"Is there somewhere in particular you'd like to go?" Mello's eyes were back on the road; I thought about it but ended up shaking my head.

"Do... you live in Las Vegas, Mello?" I asked, curiously, and my interest only increased when Mello's eyes lit up again.

"Not at the moment, but I did at one point." I could tell that Mello wanted to to talk some more.

I thought back to his condition, to the reason that Mello had been in group.

He had Histrionic Personality Disorder. That meant that he wanted attention.

"How old were you when you lived in Vegas?" I asked.

"Only a few years ago, I was seventeen; I stayed for less than a year."

"Where did you live before that?"

I needed to keep him talking.

"Los Angeles, I stayed there from age fourteen to seventeen, then as you know, went to Vegas."

I needed to feed his condition; keep the insane part of him happy.

"Where were you born?"

I could only hope that his sane half remembered to take care of mysane half.

"Slovenia."

And now all I could do was wait.