A/N: Uhh... hi. UM. Sorry. For the, uh, late (very late) update. I'm really thankful to all of those who reviewed. Seriously. You guys are friggin' awesome.

So, yeah. This is SayuMatt! I actually quite liked writing this - and I hope you like it, too. Although it was kind of angsty. But I couldn't really help it. Angst is like, my favourite thing ever. Except when it's really overdone. I hope this wasn't overdone. I might write a proper SayuMatt. Someday.

What do you guys want to see next? =)

He didn't know.

He seriously didn't know.

Matt was just going to the convenience store, minding his own business. He wanted to buy smokes. Great. That was it. End of story.

But he got a little side-tracked.

A young woman was staring around, looking extremely confused. She was cute. In a different way from Misa Amane. She was prettier in a less obvious way. The type where the more you looked at her, the prettier she seemed to be.

"Need help?"

The young woman blinked, frowning in confusion before nodding and blushing. "Ah... yes. I do... need help." She nodded again.

Matt had already guessed from a distance that she was Japanese, so her less-than-fluent English wasn't really a surprise. He decided to save her the trouble and said, in Japanese, "Where do you want to go?"

The girl paused again, a little surprised, before smiling in relief. "I have to go to a... doctor."

"A doctor? There's a clinic right around -"

"...a special doctor."

Special doctor? He caught on, and went, "I don't think you're mental or anything, don't worry. Do you know where the address is?"

"I lost the piece of paper that told me where it is," she admitted.

"Oh."

Well, that was convenient.

"I don't know the phone number, either, and my mum's phone is off," she grumbled. "All I know that he's some family friend."

"Do you know what his name is?"

"Na... Na..." she frowned (rather cutely).

Matt racked his brains and remembered something. "Nagasaki?" he offered.

Her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. "Yes! That's right! How did you know?"

"I think I saw his office around here."

"Oh. Well, where?"

"Um, somewhere over there." He waved vaguely in one direction. She nodded, as if understanding, but she was obviously still very, very confused.

Matt, seriously, don't. Mello will slaughter you. You're supposed to be watching Misa Amane, this was only supposed to be a five minute break. Do not help this girl. You are not the hero type.

Do not -

"I can take you there, if you want."

"R-really? That would be so nice of you."

"No problem."

Except, it was a huge problem.

You, my friend, are a dead man.

"It was around here, in these block of houses," he said, walking side-by-side with the girl. "I think I saw the sign on one of them. Does he work from home, or something?"

"Yes, he does!" she said, grinning. "Wow. I am so lucky to have found you. Thank you so much. I mean, what are the odds, right?" She laughed. "It's nice that there are people in this world like you. By the way, I'm Sayu. Sayu Yagami."

Matt raised one eyebrow, effectively hiding his shock.

Shit. Yagami?

"Thanks," he said, though he didn't really mean it.

"No, really," she went on, and he was starting to feel uncomfortable. "I mean... I don't know, I haven't really talked to anyone since..." Sayu trailed off, biting her lip.

While Sayu tried to think of a substitute, Matt sighed. Because he already knew what the rest of the sentence was. Since I was kidnapped.

"Well, since... um, an accident." Matt wanted to laugh. Yes, an accident. It was an accident that she happened to be Soichiro Yagami's daughter. "So I didn't really talk to my friends, and things. My mum sent me to a therapist for that, so... okay, is that weird? That was weird. I shouldn't have unloaded all that on you. Oh my God, wow, I need to seriously shut up." She laughed, but it was forced.

"No, it's okay. Shit happens, and sometimes you need to let it out." He shrugged.

Sayu blinked, then beamed. Matt was a little startled – people didn't normally light up that much at a comment made by him. Most of the comments he made were sarcastic and met with scowls – especially from Mello. He buried his hands into his pockets, about to pull out a cigarrette, but suddenly it just seemed... bad. Especially to do it in front of her, who's suffered so much. So he just left his hands in his pockets.

"I like your goggles," she remarked, after a small silence. "Not many people can pull goggles off. Are you American? You look American."

"Uh, yeah. Think so."

"Huh? You think so?"

"I'm an orphan. Don't know much about my parents."

"Oh." She lowered her eyes. "I see. I know what it's like to not have a parent. My dad died a while ago, and my mum hasn't really been the same since."

"Ah." What was there to say to that? Sorry? But he hadn't even done anything.

Though Mello had.

"Oh, is that it?" Sayu pointed to a plain sign that simply said "Therapist Nagasaki". "It is. Thank so much again. I seriously don't know how I'd get here without you. And it was nice to talk to someone sane who doesn't consider me insane." She smiled shyly at him, and he found himself smiling back.

They stood there in silence, right in front of her therapists' house.

"Can you walk me to the door?" she asked suddenly. His eyebrows shot up. "Okay, that's weird. I know. But... I have a sort of... phobia. Of therapists."

"You have a phobia," he repeated flatly. "of therapists."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I've been to a bunch, and they're all so... nosy."

He couldn't help but crack another grin. "Isn't that their job?"

"Yeah, but..." she shrugged. "Still. I just need a friend to talk to, I don't need... professional help. Not now, anyway. I mean, before, but – okay, shutting up now. Can you walk me up to the door? I... I feel a little more comfortable with you. Which is strange, because I've only just met you, but I feel like -"

"There's mistletoe in the doorway."

"- you're a good friend already – wait, what?" She peered over at the doorway, and giggled. "There is. We would have to kiss under it, right?"

"So that's the real reason? You just wanted a kiss from me all along?" he said teasingly. Suddenly, he felt normal, although this was a far-from-normal situation. Here, he was just a guy flirting with a girl. A girl who was kidnapped by his best friend.

Yeah. Totally normal.

Sayu blushed. "N-no! Of course – no, I mean, not that it would be bad, but – oh God." Her cheeks reddened again. "This is embarrassing."

"I walk you to the door. If it's what you really want. And whatever happens between this sidewalk and the door, well, it's necessary, in order to reach the door."

She opened her mouth and shut it a few times, then stuttered, "Y-yeah, I guess so, I mean, you can't really defy the mistletoe."

"Right. Defying the mistletoe is a very big no-no."

Sayu gave him a great big smile and the smile stayed plastered on until they finally reached the doorway (with the mistletoe) and they both stopped.

Sayu fidgeted with her hands, not really sure what to do, but the timidness left as he pressed his lips against hers. She responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is wrong. Mello will seriously -

"Sayu?"

They broke apart. A middle-aged man was staring at both of them, one eyebrow arched questioningly. Sayu flushed a deep shade of red and mumbled, "Hello, Mr. Nagasaki."

"Hello, Sayu." He turned his gaze to Matt, who shifted uncomfortably.

"Right. Well. Bye, Sayu."

Sayu's face fell at the simple goodbye, and said, "Oh. Bye... um..."

"Matt," he offered.

Her blush went ten times redder as she realised that she had just kissed a guy that she hadn't even named yet. "Um. Right. Matt. Bye."

Matt walked down the sidewalk, glancing over his shoulder just once – though Sayu was already in the house. Despite himself, he grinned like an idiot, not even caring that Mello would probably forcibly remove his brain through his ears once he got back to the safe house.

Because, you know, whatever, right?