A/N: Just a warning ahead of time: there's a lot more swearing than normal in this chapter. Yep, you guessed it! Mattie's got his video games back! Woot! I would also like to warn you that an actual plot will be here soon, in a possibility of up to two chapters from now. Oh, are you in for a ride! I hope y'all stick around long enough to read it. Thank you for reading, and be sure to review!

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Thursday couldn't come quick enough for Matt. It was the day that the gamer regained his PS2, GameCube, and GameBoy. He nearly melted as he caressed his game consoles. "Oh, my pretties, how I've missed you. It's been far too long."

"Matt, I think you're addicted," Mello said plainly, watching as the PS2 was the first to be hooked up.

He scoffed. "Am not. Now come play Dynasty Warriors with me."

The blond looked at his roommate. He looked up at him from the floor expectantly. He hummed and gave in, "Okay."

….

"Mels, you're going the wrong way."

"What? No I'm not; I'm actually doing pretty good!"

"That's my screen."

Mello roared, "What the fucking hell do you mean that's your screen? I thought I was Toad!"

Matt snorted as he skidded around a corner, lapping Mello's struggling Boo. "Mario Kart is not your forte."

Boo and Koopa finally managed to turn their kart around and began to drive in the right direction. "Yeah, well video games in general are not my forte."

"Very true."

Toad and Yoshi bounced up and down in the kart as they zoomed into first place. Downbeat music played as Boo and Koopa banged their heads against the steering wheel and punched the side of the car. Mello dropped the controller in front of him and scooted back to lean against the bed frame. "Can we play Guitar Hero now?"

It was well known to both of them that Guitar Hero was the one game that Mello even stood a chance in, and only because he knew how to play the piano. "Bring it." The GameCube was exchanged for the Play Station once more and the guitars were dug out of the closet. "Let's do this thing."

Though he only had the game for barely a month, Matt was complete and utter beast. They looked at each other and it was silently agreed: Through the Fire and the Flames. Mello had his game face on as he selected the hard difficulty.

"Oh, getting a little cocky?"

"We'll see."

Matt too chose the hard level, looking briefly at expert. Not even the great Buddha of video games himself would even dare attempt such a song on expert. The pair reflected each other, with Matt on lefty mode. They stretched their fingers and took a steadying breath.

The song began to play. Their fingers flew over the colored buttons in a blur as they strummed like Hell with the other hand. Sweat glistened on their foreheads as they stiffly battled each other in the ultimate test of skill. For seven straight minutes, they sat, eyes glued to the screen, and hands just begging for carpal tunnel syndrome.

When the speed-demon worthy notes finally came to a sharp dun end, they sighed and tried to regain their breath. They watched eagerly as the scores were calculated to see who came out on top.

"YES!"

"FUCKING HELL."

Mello threw the guitar into the chair and clenched his fists while Matt rolled around on the floor, basking in victory. "This is why I don't play fucking video games," The blond growled as he plopped himself down angrily in his swivel chair.

Matt came up behind him and slung his arms around his neck. He laughed hysterically, breathing into his ear. "But Mello! Look! You got one percent lower than me, and only missed me by forty-two points! That's fucking amazing!"

"I still came in second, as usual, piece of shit game."

"Aw, Mels, don't be that way! You definitely have the skills to beat me," He pressed his nose into the crook of his neck. "Just, not today."

Matt yelled as he was tossed over the blond's shoulder and onto the bed. He landed head first in the crack between the bed and the wall. He turned himself over and laid diagonally across the mattress. "That was intense."

In the hallway, the jumpy assistant teacher Adrian dropped his clipboard at the scream and his papers were strewn everywhere. He hurriedly gathered them up and looked nervously to the door just a few paces back that it had come from. When he heard, "That was intense," he simply scurried away, sure that whichever student made that ungodly noise was okay if they could still speak.

That, and confrontation was involved.