"Mello."

His vision was blurred.

"Mello," Repeated the sweet voice.

He slowly blinked.

"Mello, get up. We'll miss breakfast."

Mello's vision became clear, and the room was not familiar. He sat up and robbed his eyes.

"I see the sleeping beauty is up." Matt was in front of him, closing the buttons on his pants.

Mello frowned. "I hate it when you call me names."

Matt sat on the floor and tied his shoes. "You only complain . What do you like that I do?"

I like it when you call my name, he thought. I like it when you look at me. I like it when you get close to me. I like it when you kiss me.

"Nothing, so stop doing stuff to me," Mello said, getting up and going to the closet. Matt probably organized everything while he was still asleep. He took a pair of until-the-knee shorts and a black T-shirt. A hand came around him, circling him. He felt a gentle and a bit wet touch on his cheek.

"As if I'll stop doing stuff for you." Mello blushed and looked down.

Thank god.

Mello got dressed and they both went down to eat.

"What do you say we go to the corcovado today?" Asked Matt when they were sitting, eating the big breakfast they took to their plates.

"Hm..." Mello took a sip of water. "Sure. Sounds interesting."

They got up, looking at their plates, amazed they could actually empty them, and out to the streets.

It was a sunny day and the sky was clear. The sea was smooth and calm, a bad sign for the surfers, a good one for the bathers.

"the view will be perfect from up there," Said Matt.

Mello looked up. "Ah. It really will."

They called a taxi and Matt said the address. Rua Cosme Velho, 513, Cosme Velho.

After a small wait for the train, they sat on a double-chair, Matt near the window, and Mello next to the passageway.

"Are you sure you don't want to sit next to the window?" Matt asked when the train started moving.

"What do I have to see?" He asked, leaning on one hand.

"The forest."

"Neh..."

"The view."

"We'll see a better one from the top."

"The little monkeys that sometimes appear."

Mello gave him a look, then proceeded to sit straight, looking outside the window. When a small monkey appeared, he immediately leaned forward to the window, over Matt. If they weren't in a public place, Matt would probably already have Mello half naked on the floor, saying he doesn't want it but not resisting, and him thinking the blonde is unknowingly tempting him all the time.

"Did you see his size?" Mello said too cheerfully. The brunette quickly moved his head from Mello's butt to his face. "They are so small!"

"And you didn't want to sit next to the window..."

In response to this, Mello pushed Matt to the side and sat there instead, head glued to the clear glass, searching for more of those little furry creatures.

When they finally got off, they stretched themselves and went up the stairs. The statue was amazing, yet both not being that interested in art, they went to where many other tourist were. It was like a small and long balcony, full of flies and lightnings. Of course that there weren't no flies and no lightnings. The flies were the people, moving here and there, talking in random languages in your ear, like a buzz. The lightning were the camera flashes that were useless in this daylight and that made Mello dizzy. They walked until the very edge, where in front of them Rio de Janeiro spread wide. How bad Mello memory's can be, it reminded him of home.

"It's so... Pretty," He said, imagining himself running at the fields.

"It really is..."

The blonde looked at him from the corner of his eye. Matt isn't even looking at the view. He's looking at me- Oh...

Pinkish stripe formed on the white face.

Why does he always have to say those kind of stuff?

A guy, about fifteen, came to Mello and started talking to him.

"What?" He asked. The guy gave him a weird look. Matt laughed and talked to the stranger, whose face at first were soft and understanding, but then surprised and a bit disgust. He quickly fled.

"What did the brat want?" Mello asked.

"He was hitting on you."

"What?" Mello stood shocked.

"Yep. He told you you are very pretty and he'd like to invite you for a coffee. Then I explained to him you don't speak portuguese, and somewhere between those words I might have mentioned the fact you are a guy, he... Well, he's now by the other guys there, trying to get away with telling the story."

The blonde disliked it, and a lot. Was he just confused to being a girl? That sucks. And he's a kid, too. Doesn't he look like a kid?

"Matt," He suddenly spoke. The brunette turned his head to his direction in question. "How old do I look?"

"Hm..." He checked him from head to toe, which made Mello feel a bit uncomfortable, and finally said, "Ten."

"Then why the hell did he even start with me?" Mello asked, leaning on the ledge. Matt noticed the way he was leaning- his body to the front, ass sticked out and legs crossed while standing.

"If you aren't going to stand in a different position, I won't be surprised if a forty years-old-man would come to hit on you, too." He informed him.

"But I have Matt to threaten them in portuguese to go away, don't I?" The blonde was obviously joking, yet Matt took it seriously, even though he understood it was a joke.

"Of course. You are mine and mine only."

Ba-dum.

"Is there anything else to see here?"

Matt started thinking. "There are a few gift shops down..."

In their way down, Mello concentrated on what his friend said just once.

"It's so sunny here... Much better than back at home, where I breathed in snowflakes."

Mello laughed. "I like the winter there..."

"Why?"

"I don't know... I like it when the weather is cold. Sitting under the covers with a hot cocoa in your hands, watching movies, feeling your inside get warm while your hand is as cold as the ice sticked to the window..."

Matt smiled. "I'll be under the covers with you next time."

Mello didn't respond, not knowing if what Matt said was with sexual intentions or not. But lately, with all his ass-staring, he wouldn't be surprised if the answer to his doubt will be "yes".

They got off and started walking.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" Matt asked, standing in the direction of a coffee shop.

"No, thank you... I'll enter this shop here." He pointed to a small gift-shop with small statues of the place. The brunette gave him some money and went to the coffee shop, while the blonde entered the shop.

All the stuff around him seemed useless. He checked absolutely everything, but nothing seemed worth spending the money on. He was about to get out when he spotted white goggles with orange lenses. It surprised him how much he thought it would fit Matt. To not mention, his birthday is only two days away. And he did complain about the snow entering his eyes.

He bought them and hid them carefully inside the bag. When Matt arrived with a weird brownish pastry, that when bitten went all crunchy in your mouth, he asked Mello what he bought.

"Small stuff for Watari and Roger," He said, sticking it behind his back and biting the pastry. It had a salty taste and it was filled with cheese.

"So thoughtful of you," Matt laughed. They got down and took a cab back to the hotel. It was already three in the afternoon.

They walked in the streets, seeing the famous CopaCabana sidewalk pattern and sitting near the beach. Random people passing by selling stuff, many of the volley camps were taken, some by hand-volley, some by foot-volley. There were also the ones that kicked the ball around, trying to not get it touch the ground, without using hands. If all, brazilians really know how to play with the ball.

"Let's go back," Said Matt out of nothing.

"Why? Asked Mello, watching how fast a girl can be with a dress covering everything, then with nothing but maybe the tiniest bathing suit he has seen so far.

"It's getting dark, and Rio isn't the safest place to walk at night."

Mello sighed and got up, shaking the sand from his clothes. He hasn't put the plastic bag somewhere yet, and has been carrying it around until now.

They started walking, each one looking somewhere else. Mello felt a pet on his hand, just to see Matt trying to hold it. Automatically he took his hand away. Seeing the brunette seemed a bit offended, he simply grabbed his hand. Before Matt could comment, the blonde hissed to him to shut up.

They arrived to the the hotel, and while Matt was taking his time in the shower, Mello closed the present inside the safe and waited until he came out. Once Mello was done, Matt was all dressed up again.

"Are we going somewhere?"

Matt nodded and smiled. "But it's a surprise."

Mello followed Matt to a place that seemed to empty and silent to be allowed in.

"Matt."

"Yes?"

"We aren't supposed to be here."

He spinned the doorknob and opened the door. "I know." He winked and got in, obviously with Mello dragged behind him inside the room.

"What's so special here?" He asked. Matt didn't respond, just walked forward to a dark object. The room was really dark, and he was sure the brunette will hit the object in front of him because he couldn't see it. But that didn't happen. Instead, Matt moved a lower object back and sat on it, appearing like lifting something from the object in front of him.

Piano.

Mello didn't even succeed to breathe in and a sweet enchanting sound filled the room. It had harmony, beat, softness. It made Mello calm and unknowingly form a smile on his face. Was this really coming out of the piano Matt was playing? The two didn't combine, but the blonde didn't have the courage to question this weird pair, afraid of all the magical feeling to suddenly disappear.

They stayed there for an unknown time, and when Matt finally slowed the rhythm down, until a complete and quiet stop, all Mello could feel is waking up from the sweet dream he had desired so much.

"That was..." He couldn't find the words. Beautiful wouldn't be enough to describe. No word will be right to describe. So he simply left the sentence hanging in the air, not completed.

"Thank you," Matt said with a smile.

"How-"

"Father," He said. "My father taught me most of the stuff I know, while my mother made sure most people will know who I am."

Matt's family seemed so nice. In fact, every word that comes out of his mouth about them make the blonde wonder if they weren't the type of perfect families he believed existed only in american movies.

"It's late... let's go to sleep?" Matt suggested. Mello gave a big yawn before agreeing.

They successfully got out of the hall and to their room without being caught. After entering the bed, this time Mello being softer and letting Matt at least sleep back-to-back with him, they fell asleep, and the blonde had a dream, with the piano music playing in it again and again.

...

They woke up really late, missing both breakfast and lunch. It was five o'clock, so they decided to order something small as room service.

"So... What are we going to do today?" Mello licked his fingers, enjoying the tiny bit that was left from what they ordered.

"We'll eat dinner outside and... I don't know."

Seven their stomach was growling again. They decided to go to the street and find a restaurant.

"I say we go to the beach."

Mello's pizza slice was in front of his open-wide mouth. "huh?"

"Let's go to the beach after we eat here."

"Matt, this is a weird idea. First, it's night. Second, we aren't wearing bathing suits. Third, it's dangerous there at night."

Matt ordered something from the waiter. "I know, but we are only going to lay down on the beach."

"On the sand?" They finished the pizza. "It will itch to death later."

"We have showers, you know..."

"I do," Mello said, looking at their waiter coming with another trail of pizza. "Another one?"

The waiter placed it on the table, cut it and left, leaving Matt to smile while watching his friend drool.

"Is this... for real?" The blonde asked, not taking his eyes off the pizza that was covered with chocolate and cherries.

Chocolate.

"Yep. And it's all yours... At least most of it." Matt took a slice and ate it slowly. By the time he finished his first one, Mello already finished his fifth one.

"OK. To thank you for this, we'll go to the beach."

Matt smiled and waited for the bill. Paying it, they took off to the beach direction. After a long time, Matt finally succeeded to convince Mello to sit besides him. The brunette sat backwards, looking at the sky. Mello just looked at him, until the point of Matt not standing it and pulling him to lay down besides him.

"Matt."

"Yeah?"

"The sand is entering my pants."

"Take them down then," He suggested. Mello gave him a slap on the stomach.

"You only have shit running in your mind," The blonde said.

"And you are swimming in it."

Mello blushed and looked away. Matt smiled, putting one arm under Mello's head.

"So... Why did your parents teach you all those stuff?" Mello asked in order to change the subject.

"Believing it will do me good in the future," Matt answered

"Your parents sound like nice people," Said Mello.

Matt got Mello's head closer. "They were, when they were not together alone."

Mello ignored his rapid heartbeat. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Matt started saying, "We were this happy small family, going to many family events, having pictures together smiling, with my parents hugging me and we all had this huge smile on our faces..."

"I don't understand what's so bad about that," Mello said.

"That it only happened when we had company. Every Time, everyday, when they were at the house without any guest, they would start fighting. I always hid under my bed, both hands on my ears, trying my best not to hear their yellings. Whenever we were out they would act so nice with each other that I never brought the subject up, thinking if I did they will go back to it. But that's how we were: A source of jealousy to every family, but from inside we were falling apart."

Were Matt's eyes shining with tears? His voice sure was suffocating.

"That's..." Mello was looking for the right words, but nothing could describe it better than: "Really horrible."

"Yeah, I know..." Matt smiled. "But now I'm in one of the most beautiful beaches with one of the most special people I've ever met."

Mello didn't respond. He smiled, but bowed his head so only he will know of the existence of the curved line on his face.

"What about you? Do you remember anything from your family?"

Mello shook his head. "No," He admitted shyly. "I only remember that when I was smaller, I used to hide behind the circular clothing hanger, until someone parted the wall of clothes in two and saw me inside. Then I'd run, maybe to another hideout or maybe to find my parents. I really don't like remembering only that of my past self."

Matt chuckled. "I wish I remembered that little of my past..."

Mello placed a hand on Matt's chest. It was a useless gesture, but he felt sorry for him.

"Don't," Matt said.

"Don't what?" Mello asked.

"Don't start feeling sorry for me and pitying me for my past."

"Sorry," Mello apologized, even if the truth was that he wasn't pitying Matt for his past. He was on the edge of crying, thinking that Matt suffered at some point for some reason.

Why do I care so much if he gets hurt or not?

Even though the answer was on the edge of his tongue, Mello simply ignored it.

As if, he thought to himself.

"What about your hair?" He asked, just to banish the thought from him mind.

"Oh. Interesting story. When I was a kid, my hair was brown. So, having a new start at a new place, I decided to escape from my past in some way. I couldn't do a plastic surgery, of course. Since we get to choose a different name, I decided to dye my hair. It's not that complicated to understand, actually."

Mello gripped the striped shirt.

I'll make you forget.

"What day is it?"

Matt looked to his left. In a distant place there was a big digital sign, with a clock, the degrees, and the date.

"Three minutes to the first of februar."

Shit.

"Up," Mello commanded, getting up himself. He shook the sand off his clothes and grabbed Matt's hand, dragging him all the way back to the hotel. When they entered, the clock struck twelve. It was weird that all the way here Matt didn't complain or question what the hell got into Mello, but he owed it to him after dragging him to a no-enter room. Matt was let go once they entered the room, and the blonde went to the safe to get the present he bought him. He extended his arm forward. "Take."

Matt at first looked at it, then took it.

"Open."

The brunette just followed his orders. Getting out of the plastic bag a par of white goggles. He stared at them.

"It's for your birthday. You complained about the snow entering your eyes before. Well here, now it won't." Matt looked at his friend. "I know it's not the best gift in the world, but it's not like I had many choices."

A small sweet smile formed on Matt's face.

"What?" Mello asked, a bit nervous.

"Thank you."

The pale face got red from shyness. "Don't mention it."

"No, really." He gripped to the present tightly, hugging Mello firmly and closely. "Thank you."

Worse chapter I have ever written XD seriously
I had such a hard time and no inspiration to write it... I'm just glad I succeeded to stand on my deadline "XD
~Promise for better chapters next "