Me: HEY EVERYONE!!

Matt: quiet down….

Mello: I have a headache…

Me: Since I haven't been uploading I just want to say that I'm really really really really really really really really really really SORRY!!!

Matt: HOLY SHIT IM DEAF!!!!

Mello:……………………. Can we get on with the story?

Matt: WHAT?!?!

Mello: CAN WE GET ON WITH THE STORY?!?!Me:……… And they all became deaf!! The End!!! On with the story!!!

Mello's POV

We walked into the airport and to the counter.

"Where to sir?" said the blonde woman behind the desk.

"Korea…" I said. I could feel Matt tense behind me.

"Alright sir. Here you are. We don't have room in the back so we're going to have to put you on first class." I nodded and dragged a shaking Matt with me.

"Sir you don't have any bags," said a security guard.

"I already put mine up," I lied. He nodded and we walked through the metal detector. Matt had a dazed look and by the time we were walking up the steps to the plane, Matt started to flip out.

"NO!! NO!!! I DON'T WANNA!!!" He screamed as he turned around and tried to stumble back down. I grabbed him and tried to drag him up with me but he pulled my hair and kicked at me. There was a stinging pain in cheek (the side that wasn't burned). He got out of my arms somehow and was running down the steps of the airplane. I watched as he bolted away from the plane. I couldn't feel my body move but it was getting closer to Matt. My mind was blank as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him to a stop. I couldn't make out what I was saying but it seemed to have calmed him down.

I walked us backwards as Matt leaned into my chest. He was relaxed. It wasn't hard to get him on the plane. Once we were sitting in our seats, he was leaning his head on my shoulder. He looked up at me and I smiled but it felt like something on my face was cracking.

"Why do you have blood right here?" He touched my face but I winced at the pain that shot through my face as his fingers made contact.

"Are you hurt?" He asked but I shrugged.

"I don't know." Matt called an attendant.

"May I help you sir?" She asked.

"Can you get my a wet rag and a band-aid?" Matt asked. The woman nodded and disappeared down the hall.

"I don't need a band-aid."

"Yes you do. You might still be bleeding." The plane took off and the flight attendant came with a white rag with a regular sized band-aid.

"Here you are sir. Could I get anything for you two to drink?" She asked smiling. Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun.

"I would like some Pepsi. What do you want Mels?" Matt turned to me.

"Hot chocolate with a Ghirardelli chocolate bar." They looked at me.

"What? I want some chocolate. Is that a bad thing?" Matt smiled and the flight attendant stood and went down the aisle again. Matt leaned over and gently pressed the rag to my face. It stung but my pride wouldn't allow me to admit that. After he finished cleaning up the dried blood, he placed the band-aid over the small cut that had deeply pierced my skin. He steeled back into his seat. I stared at him for a while before grabbing his chin and kissing him passionately. He was surprised at first but kissed back almost a moment after he had recovered. I pulled away and looked out the window.

The attendant came back and gave us our drinks. I snapped off a piece of the chocolate bar and took a gulp of the hot chocolate. I coughed a bit. Damn it was hot!

"You ok?" He asked. I nodded still coughing. Everyone stared at us.

HOURS LATER!!!

I was utterly bored and Matt had fallen asleep about an hour ago. Staring at Matt wasn't helping either. My eyes were getting heavier. I started to think about what I wanted. Matt. He had the best smile in the world. I fell asleep think of Matt and his beautiful smile.

Normal POV

Mello woke with a light tapping on his thigh. He opened his eyes to see Matt's face close to his. Mello didn't blush, instead he smiled.

"Morning Matt."

"Morning Mello."

Matt leaned closer and kissed Mello on the lips shyly. Mello gripped Matt's head, tangling his fingers in red locks.

"Mmm" Matt moaned causing Mello to chuckle. When Mello pulled back, he studied the flushed face and slightly wet lips. Matt blushed harder and turned away, trying his best to hide it.

"Attention passengers. We will be landing soon. Please be seated and buckle up." The pilot was younger judging from his voice. Matt tensed but Mello slide an arm around his shoulders and hugged him, making him relax.

"It'll be ok. As soon as we're finished here then we're heading for Russia. I promise."

"What's in Russia?" Matt asked curiously.

"My house." Matt looked at Mello for a while. In fact, just as he had pressed his lips to Mello's cheek the plane had landed at the exact same moment. Mello grabbed Matt's hand and pulled him off the plan. He rented a motorcycle.

"Get on." Matt obeyed silently, gripping Mello's waist. Mello drove with expertise as he swerved through the cars and trucks that he drove past. He turned down several streets and came to a big mansion-like house. Matt knew this house all too well.

"Mello, what are we doing here?" Matt sounded panicked.

"Getting you back to normal." Matt's cat ear twitched involuntarily. Matt gulped and followed Mello up to the door. Mello knocked really loudly. An old man with grey hair sticking up in odd directions answered the door.

"Ooh… New specimens. May I ask why you are here?" The old man glanced up at Mello.

"I am not a specimen. You have some information that I want." The old man seemed to have shrunk under Mello's intense glare.

"Who are you?"

"Mello. I'm sure you've heard of me. Everyone knows who I am," Mello was either being completely serious or just very cocky.

"Mello? O-oh. Yes come in." The man looked scared. They entered the house. Matt didn't wan to though.

"Matt? Is that you?" The crazy old guy asked. Matt nodded. Mello glared at the man, showing that if he touched him then there would be a bullet in his head before he blinked.

"Are you going for a new style or something?" Matt shook his head.

"I turned into a cat after 5 years of being alone." Mello looked at Matt and wrapped a possessive arm around Matt's waist.

"Then I turned back and not 3 or 5 days later I grow cat ears." The old man nodded.

"It is an after effect. Happens mostly all the time. You were correct to come here for I have the antidote for after effects." Mello stood.

"Give it to me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand.

"Why should I?" Big mistake. Mello was fast. He pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger. He hit the old man's knee on purpose. The crazy man yelled in pain.

"Give…me…the…fucking…antidote." Mello was dangerous. The hand holding the gun was calmly at his side.

"Ok! Just don't kill me please!" Mello said nothing, just put the gun in the front of his laced leather pants.

"Go get it." The man obeyed whimpering as he went. Mello took a seat next to Matt. After a while, the man came back with a needle.

"Just… give the person an injection and he will be fine. It will kick in immediately." Mello grabbed the needle and pulled Matt for the door again.

"Is there anyone here?" He asked before he stepped out. The old man shook his head. Mello nodded and took out his gun again. The loud bang it made vibrated the old mansion. The old man had a new hole in his head. Right between his eyes. He fell to the ground dead. Matt was at the motorcycle already. He heard the sound and looked back at Mello, who was making his way towards Matt putting his gun back in his pants. Matt also noticed that Mello strutted. He blushed and looked away. Mello stopped in front of him and held the needle up.

"Pull your sleeve up." Matt complied. Mello proceeded to stick the needle into Matt's arm, right into a vein. He dosed Matt with the clear liquid and gently slipped the needle out, careful not to hurt his lover. After a second or so, the red cat ears disappeared back into Matt's head. Mello smiled at Matt.

"Did it work?" He asked. Mello nodded and kissed Matt's forehead. Then he got on the motorcycle with Matt and headed back to the airport.