A/N: Told ya' I'd make it up to ya'll. Yeah! I'm back for a double chapter yo! So sit back and enjoy the recipe I got for you! You get flirty Matty, an aggravated Mello, a humorous Stasia, and a shooting range with exploding watermelons and mutilated juice jugs. Sounds nice, huh?

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Placing my babies back in their case, I pulled the tabs down to secure it and carried it to a Jeep parked on the other end of the garage. Loading it with the gun cases that I knew held the guns I wanted I made sure to grab the one holding Stasia's personal firearm—a Walther P99 with her name engraved on the barrel in Mardian font. We'd both gotten our own personal guns from BB one year for Christmas and after that we started visiting the gun range.

The gun range, however, was not on the Wammy property so we'd have to drive there. Jogging over to the cupboard next to wear the guns were kept I grabbed some juice jugs filled with colored water and put them in the back of the jeep before going back and grabbing as many watermelons as I could carry. Jeep loaded, I made sure to get a couple hooks from the wall and put them in the glove compartments before driving out of the garage and over to where Stashia and Mello were waiting.

"What took you so long?" Stasia asked as she hopped in the passenger seat. Mello took the back seat next to the jugs of discolored water which he eyed curiously.

"Nothing. It's just been a while since we've gone shooting," I told her as I made my way off the property and onto the road leading to the highway.

Stasia nodded in response before turning to Mello with a grin. "You're going to love the gun range, Matty and I used to go there a lot over the last three years."

"Oh course I was always better at actually hitting the targets than Stasia," I informed him and Mello chuckled.

"What are you remembering?" Stasia asked, voice laced with mock horror. "I wiped up the floor with you every contest we had."

"Sure, sure," I said absently. "What do you think Mello? Is Stasia a better shooter than me?" I asked and Mello smirked.

"Stasia, hands down," he said and his sister started a little happy dance in her seat but Mello interrupted. "However I think I could whoop both of you without even trying. "

Feeling shock and disbelief flash through me at his words I looked over at Stasia and burst out laughing at her expression. Her face showed pride, incredulity, and curiosity; all three emotions combined to make a rather comical countenance.

Stifling my laughter as Mello raised a challenging eyebrow at his sister I focused back on the road as asphalt faded from coal black to grey and cracked, then again to gravel and redish-brown dirt. At the change of terrain and scenery Mello broke his stare down with Stasia and looked out the window to take in the "new sights". (It wasn't really much beside a large swath of dirt for the next couple of miles really, but anything different was new, and therefore, interesting.) Stasia reached over and turned on the radio. Her eyes lit up as Shake It by Rediscover came on and she started to sing along to the lyrics.

Now baby just tell me when, I'll pick you up then

If you'll be ready, I'll be right at ten

Now baby just tell me when,

You been drinking too much and

You feel like leaving

Now shake it like you mean it
Now fake it like I see it
Now come on, baby, shake it
Like you mean it
Now take it like I need it

Keeping my eyes on the surrounding terrain I spotted the sudden rise on land that marked our destination. The shooting range was a place that BB had told us about. It was a large rectangle cut in the surrounding land, a dug-out of sorts that was hidden away in the middle of nowhere. Decorating this gulf of dirt were bars that spanned across the top of the pit and disappeared into the surrounding dirt to create rungs. The other half of the gulf held hastily made supports that target paper could be hung from.

It was nothing fancy for sure, in fact it was downright rugged, and we loved it. Parking the jeep by the lip of the gulf I cut the engine and went around to get the gun cases as Mello and Stasia got out. Stasia tied up her hair and marched over to inspect the range and Mello helped me with the supplies. Handing three of the cases to Stasia when she returned I grabbed as much as I could carry and followed the others to the range.

Stasia was the first in, using footholds in the dirt wall to get to the floor before leaning the ladder against the wall. Handing the cases down to her one at a time I motioned for Mello to join her as I went to grab the last two watermelons and three pairs of ear muffs. Mello took the watermelons from me and I climbed the ladder halfway before jumping down.

"Alright, to celebrate the fact that we're back here after a good couple months and the fact that we have a new gun mate we're going to have a contest," I announced as I placed hooks in the melons and set them up on the first three rows of rungs.

The next two after that held six jugs of water, two for each.

"Mello, you get first choice of gun," Stasia said and Mello didn't seem to thing long about it before he smiled.

"A Colt," he announced and I had to smile. "An m1911 preferably," he added belated and I went to the case that I knew held the gun that he wanted. Handing the gun to him I left him to load it and got my own out as Stasia did the same. While both of them had handguns I preferred something with a little more kick and therefore picked a Mossberg. It was one of the first guns I had ever learned to shoot and so I stuck to it.

Singing BYOB by System of a Down under my breath I loaded the full eight rounds and placed two more in the back pocket of my jeans. Pulling the knife from my gun's case I marked a line in the dirt about six meters from the first rung.

Going to the first column I pressed the knife into the dirt fully and took aim. Mello and Stasia lined up next to me and did the same. Stasia, as per usual, closed one eye to make sure she was lined up correctly. Mello, who was standing beside me, leveled his arms, and therefore his sights, at the same time as his sister. I guess it was subconscious because neither of them noticed.

Lowering my 590A1 I jogged back to the table holding the cases and grabbed the earmuffs. Passing them out to the siblings I put my own on and called off the countdown.

"On my mark; three… two… one… fire!" I shouted and three shots rang off.

First round: Matt and Mello.

Counting off again another three shots rang out and we continued like that.

Round 2: Matt, Mello, Stasia

Round 3: Mello and Stasia

Round 4: Matt, Mello, Stasia

Looking over at Mello before I counted off I caught his attention and winked at him before announcing to fire and he missed.

As he narrowed his eyes at me I smiled my most tempting smile and winked again. Grinning at the resulted red coloring to his cheeks I checked the targets.

"I win!" I announced as I lowered my muffs from my ears and Stasia rolled her eyes having caught me cheating.

"Mmmhhmmm sure, you cheated," Mello said as he took off his ear muffs and smoothed down his hair.

Placing a hand over my heart dramatically I assumed a hurt expression. "Oh Mello, it wounds me deeply for you to think I'd ever do such a thing to win a petty shooting challenge," I said and Stasia shook her head.

"Matt since you obviously cheated on the last round it doesn't count. That means you and Mello are at a tie," she said after removing her own ear muffs and Mello smirked in an I-told-you-so kind of way.

"Fine, fine; how about a tie-breaker?" I suggested and Stasia nodded.

"Sounds fair. Matt, switch to a handgun," she said as she set up target paper on the makeshifts to our far left of where Mello and I were standing. "Whoever has the most shots in the eight-nine-ten range wins."

Letting out an exaggerated sigh I returned my shotgun to its case and retrieved the hand gun BB had given me. It was a Springfield Armory XDM 9mm with the words Holy Zelda etched into the slide. Running may finger over the words I loaded it and joined Mello at the firing line. Dropping my goggles around my neck I put the muffs back over my ears and waited for Stasia's signal. Raising three fingers she lowered them one at a time and when she had made a fist Mello and I started shooting.

Glancing over at Mello I could tell he had had a lot of practice with shooting with how comfortable he seemed. He was concentrating but he wasn't tense like I had been the first couple times I had used a gun. Focusing back on my target I continued to shoot until my clip was empty. Mello finished a couple shots after me and Stasia waited for us to both lower our guns before she removed the target papers from the frames.

Looking them over carefully, she assumed a grave expression, furrowed her brow, chewed at her bottom lip a moment then smiled. "Well the tie is broken," she said and we waited for her to tell us who won but she just smiled at us for a moment before donning a serious expression.

"In the case of this contest, Matt… you are… not the winner," she announced Maury-style and laughed.

I grinned at her antics and looked over at Mello. "Nice. Seems you're the better shooter," I said in a congratulatory tone.

Mello opened his mouth to speak but I held up a finger to stop him.

"However, I still own your ass at driving," I told him and laughed at his expression.

"As if! The only reason you won is because the bike has bad handling," Mello snapped back at me and I grinned.

"Don't blame the bike for the fact that you can't race worth shit," I told him. I don't know what it was about him but pissing the blonde off was kind of fun. Well unless he hit me or something but then I could just kick his ass. Or maybe he'd kick mine…? Who would win in a fight between us? Huh, I might have to check sometime…

"I race just fine; the bike has fucked up handling," he said and Stasia just watched us bicker with a curious expression.

"So… you don't want the bike?" I asked and that pulled Mello up short.

"No! I want it. Dammit Matt, stop!" the blonde said and I laughed.

"So you want the bike with the fucked up handling even though it caused you to lose a race that you were going to lose anyway?" I queried with a curious tone and Mello let out a frustrated groan.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean," he paused to breathe for a second. "Yes I want the bike, and no, I wasn't going to lose the race anyway," he said and I nodded.

"That's what you think." I said and walked back toward the case table with an extra sway in my hips.

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Alright, I'm going to hand this over to CV from here. I hope you guys like this chapter and please leave a review.

'Till next time,

Chesh.