Sorry this took soooooo long to update! I couldn't figure out what would happen next. I've also been busy writing scripts. Which brings me to my next point, please check out kiwikick and I's Matt and Mello Cosplay videos on youtube! :D Our channel name is TheSymmetriclEights...cus kiwi is in love with soul Eater XD We've been avidly working on our scripts during history for the past few weeks like the model student we are. Heh. Songs for this are Tesselate by Tokyo Police club or Fuck Like A Beast by The Meteors. The second one just makes me laugh thinking about Matt listening to this...enjoy :D

There was no way Matt was going to lose to that know-it-all prick, not after last night. His ass still hurt like hell! Matt wouldn't be outsmarted by Mello again. He thought he was the smartest and best at everything. Mello always had that stupid superior smirk on his face, like he knew he was somehow better than everyone else. Not today. Matt would finally dominate him and show that jerk who was boss around here.

Matt was deep in concentration, staring at the options in front of him. Should he put another hotel on Baltic Avenue? Was it really even worth it? Sure, if Mello landed on it he'd have to pay the fine but another purchase would lower his already dwindling amount of money. He'd have to make a decision soon though; his turn wouldn't last forever.

Mello watched in amusement, chuckling at his friend's determination to win. Matt only had 3 hotels and $600 left. Mello, on the other hand, had almost a dozen little red houses and over $3,000 to spend. They'd been playing for hours now and really, it was getting pretty old. The blond sighed, resting his chin on his knuckles. How did he get sucked into this again?

"Mellooo," Matt cooed in a singing voice, "Guess what I found!"

From his place on the couch Mello took his eyes away from his copy of Who Killed Mr. Marty: A Compilation of Short Murder Mysteries and leaned his head back to look at the red-head.

"What?" he asked with a tone of boredom.

"This…" Matt said, pulling the Monopoly box he was holding from behind his back. "I was looking in the attic for a generator and then I saw it on top of some old junk."

"That is junk." Mello said dismissively. He really didn't want to waste his time playing some stupid board game when he could be outsmarting fictional criminals. It was almost too easy for him. After all, he was a genius. But it still made him feel superior when he saw that his answer was correct, which it always was. "Why would I play such a lame and boring game like Monopoly?" he questioned the hacker.

"Because I deserve at least some compensation for your little "chocolate party" last night."

"Oh what, was I too big for you to handle?" Mello asked piously.

"No! I can handle it; just not for hours on end!" Matt whined defensively. The blonde rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Why don't you just go play on your Gameboy or something?" he asked, going back to his book.

"The battery died…" Matt replied, looking downcast.

"Well what about the DS?" he asked as he flipped another page.

"Dead."

Mello turned around. "PSP?"

Matt looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay! Okay! I'll play Monopoly with you. Jeez!" Almost instantly his friend's face lit up. He plopped himself down on the living room floor and began shuffling the cards and organizing the money. Damn, he really knew how to use those puppy eyes. With a long sigh, Mello heaved himself off the couch and sat down across from Matt. "Can I at least be the banker?"

"Sure, as long as I get to be the car."

"Fine, whatever" he looked through the small left-over figures. There were always a few missing. He settled on the battleship, mainly because in real life it would destroy every single one of its opponents. They both place their pieces on GO and began the game.

Finally Matt decided to buy the hotel, placing his faith in its plastic ways. He handed the dice to Mello who groaned.

"Oh my God! I thought I was going to die waiting for you to make your move!"

"Oh, whatever! Just take your turn!" he retorted.

Mello rolled the dice and landed on 6. He snickered as he collected his $200, going right past Matt's trap.

"Damn." Matt muttered.

He loved seeing Matt get angry when he was losing. His ears grew red and his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together. His hands curled into tight fists and his constricted knuckles turned white. Mello knew if there was one thing Matt hated most it was losing a game. In the entire 6 years that they'd been together he'd never seen him get so mad at anything else. The usually-apathetic boy's language would give even the most foul-mouthed sailors a run for their money. He could sense the red-head's frustration growing. He looked like he was almost at the breaking point. Matt swiped the dice out of Mello's hands and practically pelted them at the board; 3.

"Huh, looks like you owe me another $500 Matty." Mello grinned.

"FUCK THIS! I hate this goddamn piece of shit game! It sucks dick! Fuck this game man, and FUCK YOU!" Matt shouted. He flipped over the board, sending tin pieces, plastic house, and Chance cards flying in the air. They fell to the ground scattering everywhere. Matt stood up and walked through the hall to their bedroom, kicking the money tray as he went. Another loud "FUCK!" and the door slammed. Mello sat in the strewn remains of their "fun" chuckling. He removed the blue $50's he had been hiding from underneath his leather-clad thigh.

Matt should've known better than to let me be the banker... Mello thought to himself.