"I hope to see you again… Matt."

"Hm? Are you sure you're not just saying that?"

…

Matt stared up at the ceiling. 'Are you sure you're not just saying that?' That conversation had been in his head for a few days. He had no idea why, it just kept nagging him. It had only been two days since they saw their life long 'rival' and yet he missed him already.

Why…?

He knew the answer. Because of those damn memories he missed when they were younger. I wonder if he read my letter yet…? He had written that letter months ago. So many new things happened. He hoped he didn't leave anything out that was important. He hadn't read over that letter since the day he wrote it. It was pretty long, two pages front and back. Usually he was never able to write that much without getting distracted, but this time was different. The gamer felt that he had grown up a little or at least became a little wiser. From all the crap he's witness he better have. He sighed heavily, letting his unlit cigarette hang from his lips.

"What?"

Matt sat up a little and looked back at the blond who was eating chocolate pancakes on the small table they shared. "Hnm?"

He shrugged, shoving a complete circle in his mouth, "Don' no. Y'tell me."

"Well…" He replied lazily, rolling over on their bed 'till his eyes were looking at the ceiling. His cigar fell out when he spoke, "Did… did Near ever like me?" There was silence and Matt looked over to see a dumbfounded Mello, "What?"

"Like?"

"Like… maybe not in the terms of respect, but… like friend 'zor something?"

"Oh." Thought he meant something else… "Why the hell do you care?" He replied harshly, sighing in relief in his head.

"Just curious."

"Eh, probably not. That punk doesn't have a friendly bone in his body."

The red head shook his head in disagreement, "Apparently not. He liked you."

This time the younger almost killed the other boy, "What!? No way in hell did-!"

"He did."

Mello could almost swear his face was turning hot, but maybe it was just him fuming. "No. Way. In. Hell." He spat, turning his head away from him.

"Yes-huh! Why else would he kiss you?"

The blond banged his fist on the table, "So he could sabotage u-!"

"He didn't have to kiss you." He interrupted. Or maybe I'm just over thinking this. "He could have put a fake love note somewhere and say it's from a girl. Or he could have planted Valentine chocolate in your closet. Or paid some gi-"

"There aren't any whores at Wammy's, Matt." He thought for a moment, "Besides that Linda girl… Damn she got on my nerves…" He mumbled.

Matt sighed, "You're missing the point."

"No I'm not."

"Hm…" Matt studied the boy for a moment, narrowing his eyes every moment. Mello noticed this a started growing hot again, trying to avert his eyes. After a few more moments Matt smirked, "Oi… you liked Near didn't you?" The older knocked over his chair as he ran over and pounced on the other on the bed. He cussed him out in all words possible, but Matt was unphased (sp), in fact, laughing harder than he was before, "Whaaatt!? Why else would you get so defensive 'bout it!" He snickered.

"Matt you better shut your mouth before I-! Grr…" He growled, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him furiously. "I hate him! I've always hated him! But you…" The gamer's smile faded, "my eyes have always been on you! They've never been distracted for a second!"

Matt gulped.

Wow… Why did this moment have to turn so awkward?

"Did I hurt you, Mello?"

"…You can say you did… a lil'." He scowled.

The younger put a hand to his cheek, "Then I apologize." After a few minutes of more awkward positions Mello stood back up and plopped back on a chair near his food. "What? So I can't give you an apology kiss?"

Silence.

"Hm. You still seemed defensive."

"SHUT UP!!!"

…

Matt eyed Mello carefully. From the corner of his eye he could see that the other has been messing with his phone for hours. It's as if he's deciding if he should call someone. The red head ran out of the room and quickly raided the fridge. When he came back he presented a glass cup to Mello. He snapped out of his trance and glared at the cup. "Chocolate milk… makin' fun of me?"

"Callin' someone?"

"'Bout to." The blond took the cup and held it in his hands lightly as he flipped his phone open. Matt went back to his spot on the bed and pretended to play his game. He dialed the number slowly and held it to his ear, listening to the rings until they stopped with a click. "Mogi?" He waited a few more second before proceeding, "Are you alone?"

"No…"

"You have someone in the vicinity, don't you?"

"No…"

Hmph. Makes no sense. "So you mean this conversation isn't being heard, don't you? Then answer properly so that no one will know you're talking with me."

"Yeah…"

When Mello took a sip of his chocolate milk Matt couldn't help but laugh. The blond stole another glare before turning his attention back to his phone, "Mogi, why don't you come over to NY to meet me?" Hearing the faint sound of the older man's breath still made him smile a little. "I won't tell you anything further until you come to the place I specified. Don't have any cameras or bugs on you. Don't forget to bring the battery of your cell phone." Of course. He could still hear the hesitant sounds from Mogi, "Answer now if you come or not. If you answer after breaking the connection, I'll take it that you have made a plan with the others. Hold on to your cell phone. You may cut off only on a plane. I'll call you after landing."

Another long silence until-, "……Understood. Where shall I go?"

Matt saw Mello smiled and smiled to himself also. That's good. Whatever is being said pleased him…

"Okay, come to an exit of Nick Street Station in New York as soon as possible." Mello didn't talk for a while after this. He just sat and listened, drinking his chocolate milk if desired. After he was done with it and put the cup in the small sink and started back to his chair still without saying a word Matt just took it as a sign that he was done. He was about to speak, but the blond quickly cut him off with a finger. Imagining a very soft finger under his silky gloves though the finger thought passed when a pair of lips followed soon after. The gamer made sure not to make any noise for he knew that the other was still on the phone. He could only imagine the poor guy hearing them make love over a phone-which he knew wasn't going to happen anyway (Mello was very serious about his 'job')-and that didn't sound very cool. He was unable to stop himself from smirking which broke the kiss momentarily before he was able to calm himself. Looking up the younger saw the warm looking smile the blond had on his face, but his eyes ruined it because they looked totally pained. He was about to reach up towards him until a leathered hand stopped him. The boy lowered the phone and put his lips near his ear, "We gotta go."

Matt sighed, "Damn…"

"Unless you don't want to." He whispered, "I could come back an-"

He shook his head, "No, I'll go." Matt jumped off of the bed to make a point, running out the door so fast it took five minutes for him to see the other again (not that Mello had the patience to run after him at the moment). "Where are we going?"

"You remember where the SPK headquarters is?"

He nodded, "Of course." He took the time to memorize every direction it took to get there. Just in case he needed to see him again. Matt was quite skilled at memorizing direction-a big influence coming from his games.

Mello held the keys out in front of him, "Wanna drive?"

The red head smirked and snatched the keys away, "Of course."

And just as Matt proclaimed he knew every direction it took to get to the headquarters. It took no time at all, it didn't seem to long even though it was obviously the same time and distance. When they were just blocks away from the building Mello pointed to the building across the street. "A… department building? I thought we we-"

"Nope. Just observing things from afar." Mello sighed. The way he said this he seemed almost disappointed.

"'Kay then." He found a parking spot and entered the building. The middle aged man in the front office eyed them suspiciously, but when the blond held up a card he let them proceed to the elevator. Matt sighed eternally. Damn Mello and his mafia influences… They reached the 22nd floor and traveled to the third room on the right. It was a big, empty meeting room with only a single large table and about ten chairs surrounding it. While Mello rushed over to the huge window, Matt closed the door softly and followed soon after. The blond pooled out a pair of binoculars and held them over his eyes for the longest time, occasionally closing his eyes to readjust them. His cell phone made an unpleasant static noise and soon Mello once again put the phone to his ear. It seemed the man made it to where he was supposed to go. Matt kept his eyes locked outside, searching for the person he was talking to. Out of all of them… about 5 people are on their phones, but three of them are guys… One's at a pay phone… one by the subway and the last in the middle of the walkway.

"I see. All right. You see a building just in front of you. Enter it." Mello instructed.

Hm… Well the guy at the pay phone isn't moving… and it seemed like the guy in the middle of the walk way was talking to his girl friend rather than a wanted man… He eyed the slightly young man as he started towards a building totally opposite of where they were at. Wha-!? Why isn't he-!? I thought he was supposed to meet Mello! Do I have the wrong guy…? Soon after he heard beeping and saw that it was from a second cell phone.

Obviously someone picked up the receiver, "Hal, it's me. I need to speak to Near."

Near! Matt wanted so much to reach for the phone but he stopped himself. Mello doesn't know about the letter and it'd be rude to Mello also. He let himself stand there dazed.

"Near, soon a man called Mogi will go there. He's a member of the HQ of the NPA. He's about 190 cm tall and well made man. It's my turn to use you-," Matt chuckled. Can never get over that can you Mello…? "-Let him in and ask him whatever you want to know. Don't hang up and let me listen to your conversation through the phone. If the second L is Kira, have him say anything I can fully understand. It's what you are good at. If you can do it, I'll catch Kira for you."

Matt listened in on the conversation along side Mello. Not that it was all that exciting. The questions and answers were pretty much all one sided-Near. Most of it couldn't be processed in the gamer's head, he'd much rather be somewhere less awkward. "You're Mogi aren't you? We're trying to catch Kira like you, blah, blah, blah. Cooperation, yadda… Risking your life… Anyone among HQ who L suspected was Kira…?" Near always as straight forward as usual…

The man still refused to answer, "Hm. Mello, this agent has probably already been influenced not to say anything by Kira."

After a good pause, "I agree with you, Near." Munch! Matt looked over. When did Mello get that chocolate!? And where the hell does he keep it all where he can't see it? Matt held out his hand and waiting for the greedy blond to give him a piece. "If he won't say anything, Kira is supposed to be among the NPA. There can be no reason not to cooperate with us to catch Kira. If not by the notebook, it's clear he's been influenced by Kira himself." He smirked,"I've already had my men use the notebook and tried some, and found the person who had written names on the notebook did not die after 13 days."

"If a person did not write a name for more than 13 days, he or she doesn't die. Don't you have anything concerning to this fact? Any trifle thing will do." Near replied, but there was still silence, "All we want is catch Kira. You don't have to tell a lie. I suppose you don't like your fellows to be suspected. Then why don't you tell us all and decide the issue? You'll feel fine."

The silence dragged on for so long it turned dark. Near's questions and Mello's smart remarks became so annoying to the red head he almost fell asleep against the window. He knew they probably wouldn't leave for a while considering Mello's so stubborn. He managed to remember, from his tired mind, that Mello brought a blanket for him.

He was too lazy to get it.

So the young one fell asleep in one of the seats near the table. And the next thing he knew, he was awakened by the sound of a huge mob surrounding the streets…

A while yes, updates won't take that long again.

P.S. Too busy to edit