A/N: Longer chapter! Mello's POV. His opinions on Matt avoiding him. The reveal of his problem. I want to thank my personal muse Frost for pissing me off before I wrote this chappie. (Love you.)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Death Note or any of its characters. Nor do I own any Shakespearean works, 'The Raven', Zelda, The Backyardigans, Go, Diego, Go, AFI's album, Adelita's Way's album, or Blue's Clues and its characters.

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Mello's POV

I can't say that I'm exactly sorry that I snapped on Matt. He'd been purposely avoiding me for over a week and it was getting on my nerves. My best friend stopped talking to me out of nowhere. I miss the conversations we used to have, even if they were only about video games, cigarettes, stripes, leather, chocolate, guns and work. He had an awkward sense humor that I've grown to adore.

And now he won't talk to me? To say I was pissed was an understatement. There was no amount of chocolate in the world that could coax me from my depression. I slammed my fist down on the confrence table, growling, "What the hell is his problem?" At the looks I was getting from everyone, I said, "What? My goddamn dry cleaner screwed the pooch on my clothes and now they're all too small."

"The sheer amount of sexual tention between you two is staggering," BB remarked, rather stupidly. I wasn't in the mood for this.

I whipped out my gun, barrel against BB's forehead. "Wrong move, asshole. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. If you know something I don't, you need to tell me so I can make it up to Matt. Otherwise," I pulled the hammer back, reveling in the satisfying click. "Your choice jackass."

BB opened his mouth and L's voice came out. "Sit down, Mello. You did not cross Matt in any way, and if he agrees, I'll tell you what you need to know." L gaged my reaction carefully. "Matt is just a bit on edge."

"So shut up and eat some chocolate or something." BB nodded.

"I don't fucking want any chocolate right now. I want to know what the fuck is wrong with Matt!" I punched the table, leaving a sizable dent in the wooden surface. "If you know, I suggest you fucking tell me before I fucking kill someone!"

"Mello?"

"What?" I whirled around to see Matt making his, 'What the fuck', face. "Why won't you fucking talk to me?" I clenched my jaw and stared at his image on the large computer screen, fuming.

"Looks like you've done pissed him right off, Mattie," came a distinct drawl.

"Shut the fuck up, Nat."

"Touchy."

"Mattie," a small girl's voice squealed. "Are you talking to Mello? Like, your boyfriend, Mello?"

"Kat-"

"Answer me."

"Fuck! No, I'm not talking to my boyfriend, because I don't have one! I'm talking to my co-workers, damn it."

"An office affair? Scandalous, Matt. Let me see him!"

"Oh, hell to the-" Kat stole the computer from him. "Kat!"

A girl who looked exactly like Matt looked back at us. Her hair was short (for a girl), and much browner than his, she had a candly cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and she was wearing yellow goggles, instead of Matt's classic orange. "Is the sexy blonde your Mello, Mattie?" She also wore stripes and a furry vest.

"That's Mello, but he's not mine." I heard the utter exasperation in his voice and wondered who this bitch was that she was causing it. "If he belongs to anyone, it'd be news to me. Give me back my laptop!"

Matt took it back from Kat who gave a small, "Hey!", when he reached across her lap. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Matt," she whined.

"Shut up, Kathrine. It's mine."

"Sharing is caring!"

"This is my caring face." Matt smiled, amking his face cheerful. The expression slipped off of his face. "I'm not wearing it."

"How old are you too? Eleven?" The drawl spoke again.

"That makes you eleven, too," Kat pointed out.

"Shut the hell up, Nathaniel."

"Not my boss, Matthew. Let's see what Kat is spazzing out about shall we?" Nat snatched Matt's computer from his lap. This guy looked like Matt, too, but his brown hair had a purplish tint to it. His goggles were blue, and a sucker stick (which may or may not have had the candy part still attached; it was difficult to tell) jutting from between his lips. He was wearing stripes, but he wasn't wearing a vest (not suprising, because Matt only wore his one out of every five outfits) and his gloves were a light grey instead of Matt's costomary black. "You must be Mello. Hell, Matt, you might want to consider pursuing a career in literature- poetry perhaps. He matches your description to a T. Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?"

"Yes," Matt snapped. "Give it back; I'm trying to work."

Nat laughed. "Good luck with that. Shakespeare is calling. Nice to meet you Mello." He handed the computer back to Matt. Then we heard, "Maybe Edgar Allen Poe?" Some shuffling. "'The Raven and Other Poems'! Lovely! 'Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"'," he said, a bit dreamily, like when Matt's talking about Zelda. "Hand me my iPod, Mattie?" Matt handed him a small silver rectangle with headphones wrapped around it. "Thanks."

"Matt? Do you know where my portable DVD player went? I can't find it any-"

"Check under your ass, Kat."

"How do you do that?"

"I'm a dectective, dumbass. Remember?"

"Hey, uncalled for, asshole. Excuse me, Steve and Blue are waiting."

Matt waited until she put on her headphones before saying. "Fuck you guys for thinking I'm the weird one. She watches 'Blue's Clues', 'Go, Diego, Go', 'The Backyardigans', and all that five year old bullshit religiously and he can 'Quoth the Raven', 'Sing the Sorrow', and go 'Adelita's Way' until the sun don't fuckin' shine anywhere anymore. They drive me up the goddamn wall." Matt rubbed his temples.

"Who are they," BB asked in an amused tone that matched his idiotic expression.

"Kat's my sister, younger by fifteen years- excuse me, minutes." Kat punched Matt in the shoulder and flipped him off. "Nat's my elder brother by twenty decades- I mean, minutes." Nat slapped Matt in the back of the head followed by a quick yank of his goggles. They snapped back to Matt's face. "Ow. That hurt." Matt straightened said goggles.

There were a few minutes of quiet contemplation on our end. Matt had siblings? Since fucking when? Why hadn't he told us? Well, that I can understand. But, I'm his best friend! He was safe telling me! Matt's fingers clicked from key to key as he did some intense hacker shit. The silence was but broken by Kat shouting answers like an excited kindergardener and Nat's muted singing along to his music.

Then Kat shout-sang, "It's the Mail, it never fails, it makes me want to wag my tail! When it comes I want to wail, MAIL!" And pressed into Matt's side.

"I thought I told you not to call me that! Mail isn't around anymore!" Matt said in a smaller voice, "Actually-"

Kat said, "Then where'd he go?"

In the darkest voice I've ever heard, ever, Matt said, "I killed him." And then smiled.

"No you didn't."

Matt flipped the fuck out.

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Mini cliffhanger! I told you it'd be longer!