Been a while huh? Well that's because I was trying to think of a plot. I sorta have one half formed but it's pretty much random crap that I'm going to slap together in some semblance of order. Wish me luck!

Lol but anyways by now you all know that I don't own DN and sexy ass Matt but hey I gotta say it anyways.


Don't Stay


It had been a month sine Mello and Matt had moved into the new apartment. Mello seemed to like his new surroundings but stayed in his room most of the time when he wasn't at the base or on assignment. This left Matt alone for long periods of time until he had to leave for his shift at the club.

Not that the dancer minded. It gave him plenty of time to catch up on his gaming, which he had been doing since he bought a bunch of new games to play last week. Mello thought the gamer was going to die from exhaustion when he had bought Skyrim. Not a smart idea. Speaking of which Matt still couldn't find where that game had went. Mello had probably thrown it away.

Needless to say Matt had never had so much free time on his hands.

Laying back he paused the game and threw the controller on the bed beside him. Then he just lay there staring up at the ceiling.

It was strange to Matt how much his life had changed yet how much of it was the same as before. But he didn't mind because for once he was happy. Shockingly enough Mello made him happy. Sure he was an annoying, trigger happy, domineering, chocolate loving, bastard of a mafia boss, but hey everyone has their quirks.

In fact it was these qualities (and others) that caused Matt to like the blonde.

That and his girly hair.

Smiling he sat up and walked to the kitchen. There wasn't much food besides some hot pockets, a pack of bacon, a half empty bag of Doritos, a three liter of Mountain Dew, a couple packets of Kool-Aid, and Mello's chocolate.

Closing the frig with a sigh he leaned back against the counter and lit a cancer stick. Taking a long drag he took out his phone as it started to ring.

"Hey." He said not bothering to check the ID. He blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling and the smoke detector gave a warning beep. Cool.

"Long time no talk Mail." Came the reply and Matt almost choked on his smoke. Mail? No one called him that anymore. Not even Andrew.


Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe

Sometimes I need you to stay away from me

Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know

Somehow I need you to go


"Who is this?" he asked slowly. There was a chuckle from the other line.

"I'm hurt, Mail. You don't recognize my voice?"

Matt gritted his teeth around his cigarette nearly biting it in two.

"Does the name Sam ring a bell?" the other continued and Matt suddenly felt sick. "I heard my brother's dead, that that blonde friend of yours shot him. Of course he had your help, didn't he?"

"Mello? Leave him out of this." Matt snapped. There was another short laugh.

"Oh I have no intention of hurting him, that is, of course if you do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" Matt asked calmly as he made his way to his bedroom. Locking the door he changed into some jeans, a t-shirt, and his boots.

"Good boy," the woman said and Matt glared at the phone. "I have a certain person that I would like you to get rid of by the name of Chester Silvonni. He roughed up one of my choice girls and I want to return the favor."

"I don't do assassinations anymore." Matt told her as he grabbed his keys.

"Really? Then what was Jay? A fun kill? I thought you liked him." Sam asked in a mock innocent voice. Matt would bet his DS that she was smiling.

"That was different." He replied while pulling his goggles over his eyes.

"Of course, of course. You didn't get paid for killing Jay. You just got fucked in the ass by Blondie as payment right?" Her voice was too sweet. Like cough syrup that lingers in your throat for hours.

When he didn't reply Sam gave a full laugh, all light and pretty. Psychotic bitch. "Speechless I see. Call your blonde and tell him you'll be busy. Say you're shopping or something. Then meet me at the café' on Quarry Road."

"What about work?" he asked.

"Take the night off." She replied and hung up.

He took a moment to rub out his cigarette before dialing Mello's number. He noticed that he was tapping his fingers on the counter impatiently and tucked his hand against his side.


Don't stay

Forget our memories

Forget our possibilities

What you were changing me into

Just give me myself back and

Don't stay


"What?" Mello picked up on the third ring. Matt's had to bite his lip for a second to keep from saying exactly what was going on. He couldn't tell him. He couldn't put Mello in danger.

"Nothing." The brunette said and he could practically feel Mello's eyes narrow in a glare.

"Then why the hell are you calling me?" the blonde snapped.

"Well…I'm bored." Matt whined. Don't ley him notice the lie.

"And I'm supposed to do what exactly?" Mello asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, that's why I'm calling you." Matt replied as if that solved everything. He needed Mello to think he was really out for a bit doing something trivial. So he was going to have Mello suggest an activity for him.

The blonde sighed and felt the urge hang up. "Go play a game or something." He told the brunette.

"Can't, I played them all."

"Then go buy some more!" Mello snapped.

Matt grinned. "Good idea. You don't mind if I use your card, do you?"

My… Don't you dare—"

"Thanks Mells!" Matt said and Mello heard a click as the other hung up.

Did he just hang up on him? Did he just fucking hang up on him? And since when did Matt call him Mells outside of sex?


Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well

Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself

Sometimes I'm in disbelief I didn't know

Somehow I need to be alone


Sam looked exactly like Matt remembers her. Except now she was older, no longer the girl that would come and visit Alex at the base. Her black hair is tied back in a low ponytail and she's wearing a form fitting navy blue pants suit.

She smiled and raised a manicured hand to wave him over. On the table in front of her are two cups of chi tea. She sat doen her phone and tented her fingers.

"Your hair is getting long, you should trim it." She told him.

"I like it the way it is." He replied and she smiled.

She nods thoughtfully then let's out a light laugh. "So did Alex. He liked pulling on it, didn't he? I remember once when he hurt you so bad that he had to come and use one of my girls instead. Cute brunette girl with pretty blue eyes. Kind of like you."

"So your brother was allowed to hurt your girls but now you're having me kill a man for it?" he asked and she frowned.

"She was one of my valuable ones. She brought in a lot of money with her looks. Now she's in the hospital recovering from getting raped and beaten until she could barely move. The bastard deserves to get shot in the head."

"So did Alex." Matt pointed out and her fist clenched on the hardwood table, manicured nails digging into her palm.

"Just do your job Mail. I'll leave you alone once you do." She said and made to stand up. Matt stopped her.

"Why should I do what you say? I don't even know if Mello's really in danger." He pointed out and she gave him a cold smile.

"Oh Mr Keehl is very much in danger. I have one of my girls at his base with orders to kill him if you don't cooperate. You remember Stacy right? She's still one of my best shooters."

Matt remembered Stacy very well. Besides being a pimp/whore house owner, Sam trained a handful of girls to carry out specific jobs that she needed done. As to why she needed Matt for this one he didn't know. Stacey was one of her best and her strong suit was marksmanship.

"Now if you so kindly follow me I brought you some weapons along, assuming you left yours at Alex's base."

She led him to her car and handed him a duffel bag. "There are two 19mm semi-automatics in there and a sniper rifle with quick scope. A couple of knives and the rest is just basics like ammo and a silencer."

She handed him a slip of paper with a number on it. "Call me when you're done, 'kay?" Matt shoved the piece of paper in his pocket and got in his car.

Now to track down Chester Silvonni.


I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored

I don't need one more day of you wasting me away

With no apologies

Don't stay

Don't stay


So what do you think? Never thought I throw a female pimp into the story, did you? XD I feel like I'm slowly letting out more of Matt besides just his personality as a dancer. He a whole big oreo and we haven't even finished one side. (Ignore that...it made NO sense.)

Review and I let Mello live!