[Authors note: Truthfully I didn't think that this story would be so popular but I'm happy that it is. I really enjoy writing this new side of Matty. Anyway just because of how this chapter ends [DON'T YOU DARE SCROLL] doesn't mean that everything is over. Actually it's just beginning. So as I say that I don't know exactly how long this story will be but probably around twenty five or so chapters. Not too shabby. Promise. Anyway, please read, review and enjoy.

Mine zone

Matt couldn't lie about how proud he was of himself for the day. He had managed not only to sneak out of the flat without nosy and annoying Mello over his shoulder every seven seconds but he had also managed to meet a beautiful blond girl named Misa that was interested in seeing him a second time. She seemed to have a lot she wanted to say to him when he mentioned that he knew what the 'special task force' was. Though, he had no idea what it was and he was simply talking to keep her talking. Apparently he had stumbled over a gold mine. He smirked to himself glancing down at the phone number written in beautiful script on the torn of piece of paper in his hand.

He was almost ashamed to say he didn't want her to go when her phone rang. Suddenly the girl seemed secretive before sending him a few glances before smiling and saying that she had to leave. Looking back that wasn't such a bad idea seeing as he had been away from the flat for some time and it would take a bit of wandering to find his way back. Matt's sense of direction hadn't managed to transfer to him and it had taken him nearly two hours before he recognized the street he lived on with Mello. He didn't think it was appropriate to ask strangers if they had seen a blond stranger wearing sexy skin tight leather that lead to an almost instant hard on. There was something about Mello and the bad ass scar on his face that made him think that he should conveniently be left out of any and all conversations with strangers.

Taking the stairs two at a time he made his way to the door before staring at the knob. It was open, cracked to be approximate. He was positive that he had closed it on the way out but he didn't have a key so thinking back that wasn't the most intelligent thing he had done all day. Instead of lingering her gingerly kicked the door with his boot watching in slight confusion as it creaked its way open before coming to a complete stop on the jam.

For reasons unbeknown to him he slowly lifted his hand and slid the sunny tinted goggles over his eyes. He couldn't part from them and he didn't know why. There had to be some form of Matt left over because if he so much as walked away from these things something in him felt incomplete and so he wore them. If anything he looked cool as hell walking around with goggles on the top of his head if not a bit like a hipster.

He took a step, then another and another until he was making his way down the darkened hallway before stopping where it opened into the living area. Nothing was different or moved since he had been here this morning. He released a sigh; maybe he had left the door unlocked without remembering. It's a good thing he had managed to beat Mello home before he could see something like that.

The blow came swiftly to the back of Matt's head sending an instant vibration throughout his form. He couldn't keep himself from staggering sideways barely getting a glance behind him as a figure tackled himself efficiently to the carpeted floor that Matt was positive was going to be stained with the crimson droplets that he felt forming on the lengths of his hair.

"What the fuck." He hissed though he wasn't sure if he said the words aloud and even if he did he was positive that they were slurred into oblivion. The almost too familiar feeling of leather caressing skin before silky tresses traveled the length from torso to face. "Mello?"

Electric blue eyes were narrowed into cold calculating anger, "Who the fuck else." Was his only before gnarling his hands in the others shirt. "What the fuck did I tell you before I walked out that door this morning?" Looks were exchanged between the two but Matt never speak so the blond continued. "I told you to stay in the fucking apartment. I told you not to touch that goddamned door and you did it anyway." Matt could feel the opposite hand that wasn't holding onto his shirt begin to ball up in fury. "I told you I'd make you pay if you didn't listen to me. Do I seem like the type of person to joke about that?"

If the red head still had movement in his shoulders he would have probably shrugged. Mello didn't seem like the type of person to joke but he also no longer was able to formulate words out of the pure shock that the blond had beat him home. The balled fist colliding with Matt's face only added to the problem at hand. It sent a wave of nausea through his body and the subsequent punches only amplified it. Black dots clouded his vision swimming like a school of fist before scattering just in time for him to catch the blonds fist.

Green eyes narrowed behind the goggles shoving the fist away with enough force to move Mello along with it. "The fuck blondie." Matt hissed using the others confusion to rear his head back and slam it against the other with a brutal clunk. "I don't know what you're fucking problem is but fuck this."

Mello shifted backwards in slightly confusion from the pain coursing through his forehead. Where the fuck did he get off hitting him back? No, scratch that touching his fucking face and probably making him bleed. He couldn't tell if it was blood running down or sweat from the altercation as he watch the red head jumped to his feet more spry than he had been for days.

Matt didn't give him a chance to make his way fully to his feet as the other staggered forward instantly going for his waist where he kept his gun. In a split decision Mello brought his knee up hitting the other squarely in the chest before pulling his gun out and cocking it before the other could recover.

He wasn't going to shoot the red head; he simply needed some time to be able to catch his breath. This fight had actually ended up like most of his fights with the old Matt but that was impossible because this wasn't the old Matt. "What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?" He kept the gun in level with the red head that seemed to be looking around for something in the living area. "Well?"

"I need a goddamn cigarette. The fuck does it look like?"