HI! I am SOOO sorry it has taken me this long to update, but I have just hit some major roadblocks in life recently. (kicked out by a landlord, grandmother having a stroke, and a massive accumulation of cold weather without ANY immediate source of heat if you were curious)BUT! That is no excuse for not updating for my fans.

Also…I'm contemplating redoing this series since it felt a bit rushed to me when I read over it today. Please let me know what you all think about it. (The redone version would be almost immediately put out together if you're wondering) And there is a poll on my page about any potential pairings and how you want this story to end! Check it out and let your voice be heard! XD

MATT'S BEGINNING

DISPLEASURE

Pain. It was a startling reminder of an incident that he would rather have forgotten. Curse him and his photographic memory. Every detail was crystal clear, including the sharp pain, only intensified by the still throbbing ache over his left cheek bone. An aching headache hadn't seemed to dull his senses at all though, as he could still clearly see every line and bump along that small fist that had slammed into his face.

Matt cursed.

Never even opening his eyes, though he did remove his goggles from their traitorous position on his throbbing cheekbone, he could sense that he was alone. And on the floor. Damn that Mello! A soft groan left Matt's lips at the thought of opening his eyes. Or even moving at all.

But, as harsh as reality often was, Matt decided, the floor was only aggravating the stinging in his head. He had to move. It was with another pained groan of effort that he picked himself off of the floor and moved into a more comfortable sitting position, eyes still shut tight against the stream of sunlight shining in through the only window in the room.

Matt caught his breath at the unbelievable strain just simply sitting up took on his body. Maybe he should start to think about some sort of workout regimen if he was going to survive rooming with that blond-headed bastard.

Knowing that, as much as he would like to stay where he was at, he still had to move, Matt pressed his hands down to the shaggy carpeting of his shared room and gave a shove. The momentum of the push gave him enough strength to raise himself the rest of the way to his feet. On shaky legs, he finally stood completely.

Though his eyes stayed closed, Matt made his way to his bed on the other end of the room. He had lived inside this small space long enough to know every millimeter of carpet, bed, desk, and wall. Before his feet hit the edge of the bed, Matt stopped and turned around, slowly dropping to sit on the soft plush of the mattress.

As he leaned backwards and his head hit the Mario decorated pillow Matt sighed out in near delight. The pillow was like heaven against his aching head. Soft, cool and unyielding, the exact opposite of that horrible carpeting lining the entire room.

Did he really have to get up today? It had to be at least noon by now judging by the positioning of the sun flowing through his window. He'd already missed his three morning classes. And probably part of lunch. His hand came up of its own accord and rested against his stomach. It wasn't growling in the slightest. Nope. He wouldn't get up. If his stomach wasn't demanding food, then why should he move from the soft sanctuary of his bed? His last four afternoon classes were the more restrictive ones, being as they were right after lunch and the others were eagerly anticipating leaving the classrooms, himself often included in that. He wouldn't find much time in those to nap during those classes like he wanted. Nope. Bed definitely sounded like the best option.

With that thought in mind, Matt relaxed his body and let himself fall into a light doze.

Mello had woken up early that morning. The sun had barely reached the edge of the horizon when his eyes popped wide open, letting him know that he needed to get up and out of bed. A quick glance to the only alarm clock in the room, a stupid '1up' clock that lit up its digital numbers in bright green, told him that it was only 5:45. As good a time as any to be awake, he supposed.

He gave a light stretch and pushed himself up from the warm blankets. The heated room was comfortable against his light skin and he gave out a loud yawn. He blinked dry eyes and once again settled his vision on the room he slept in the night before.

It was…different.

Growing up, he had always had a room solely to himself. And as the single child of a Russian mafia boss, Mihael Keehl, as was his name, his real name, had always had a rather spacious room with many personal items. Living like this…

…well, he just wasn't used to it yet.

Blinking away the depressing train of thought, Mello pushed his blankets from his body and place his feet on the shaggy carpet, testing his toes on the rough texture. As he pressed his hand to the edge of the bed to lift himself up, his eyes landed on him.

Matt.

A sudden streak of fury ran down Mello's spine as he stared down at the unmoving boy still laying in the same position he had been last night when struck. It was his own fault. Mello thought callously to himself, not the least bit sorry for his actions. No one ever insulted him and no one ever made a fool out of him. Any one that does will suffer the same as that boy did last night.

With an angry huff, Mello pushed himself up and stepped over the unconscious boy to get to his new dresser that housed his new clothing. Picking out a shirt from the pile at random, and the same with a pair of pants, Mello quickly undressed, wanting nothing more than to leave the room. Breakfast around here started at six, didn't it? Mello shook his head and slipped his pants over his legs and gave a sharp series of tugs at them to pull them up. After a few struggles to get them over his hips, Mello let out a sigh and buttoned them up. Heading to the mirror on the wall to the side of the room, Mello pulled his shirt over his head, shaking his hair free from the confines of the simple collar that had latched hold. A grimace crossed his face at the state of the small mirror. Did the idiot never even look at himself? Mello threw a glare over his shoulder to the boy before grabbing one of the odd striped shirts that he knew belonged to the other boy, and wiped the mirror clean (mostly). A quick fix of his hair and he was ready to go.

Mello grabbed his shoes from the bottom of the bed and stepped out in the hall without even putting them on his feet. He slammed the door behind him and instantly felt a bit better. Slipping his shoes onto his feet, Mello made his way to the cafeteria. Maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn't have to deal with that red-headed annoyance at all today.

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Sorry it was so short, but I didn't have much time to write more. Let me know what you all think!

~Niki