A/N: Ok, I just want to start off by once again thanking im a molly doll and Shinra'sCrazyTurk for continuing to review and support me! And also a big thank you to all who favorited and story-alerted this! It's the next best thing to reviewing because it lets me know how many are actually interested in reading more. ^-^ Oh, and I'm sorry Krulelur, I just couldn't make it any longer.... T___T I swear I did try but when I got to that last part, I just knew it was a good ending and to be fair, it is 1:00 am right now... *yawn* I hope you all enjoy anyway!

When he woke up for the second time, Mello smelled fresh coffee brewing. It was peculiar seeing as how he was fairly sure he hadn't set the timer the night before. This time he was less disoriented, memories of what was going on coming much easier now. He climbed out of bed and changed into a pair of black suit pants, carrying the shirt and tie with him to the kitchen. He wasn't too fond of suits but it was required and everyone told him he looked good in them.

For the millionth time he wondered if it was all worth it.

Walking in, he nearly groaned at what he saw. That damned redhead was still there, stirring a cup of coffee. When he turned around, he quickly grabbed two cups and strolled across the tiny kitchen to hand Mello a surprisingly tasty smelling concoction. He was about to slam the mug down and shout something along the lines of 'get the hell out!' but it was at that precise moment his stomach let out a loud cry for food.

He glared down at his stomach for being such a traitor while the boy smirked and drank from his own cup. Well, technically Mello's…. Why on earth was this kid still here? At least he had pants on now anyway. Albeit, tight ribbed jeans that weren't much better, but pants nonetheless.

Knowing he would be needing a little something to ease his hangover before work, Mello sipped the coffee, surprised to find that it tasted chocolaty. He looked up in surprise, taking a few more gulps. Seeing the obvious question, the redhead sat down at the table and answered.

"I saw you had a lot of chocolate things… well more than a lot, so I figured that you'd like it in your coffee too." He smirked again, a habit that was quickly getting on Mello's nerves, and sipped his own coffee.

So this kid had been going through Mello's kitchen? Well wasn't that just lovely… He'd be gone soon enough though, so what did it matter? When he was done, the blond put his mug in the sink and pulled his shirt on. It was almost time for him to leave.

"Hey kid, time to go." He slipped his tie under the collar and tied it quickly, striding to the front door and grabbing his jacket.

"Matt."

"What?"

"My name's Matt, or did you forget?"

Mello just rolled his eyes. Did he really care if Mello remembered his name or not? Not like they were ever going to see each other again or anything.

"In case you didn't notice, I was so drunk I had to have you drag me to my apartment. What do you think? I don't even know why you're still here." He was in no mood to keep his sarcasm in check.

"Yea whatever." Matt sulked off into the bedroom, coming back out dressed in a black and white striped shirt and fur trimmed, sleeveless vest. Odd sense of fashion, but he worked it well.

Banishing that thought from his mind, Mello ushered him out the door and locked it behind them. Without waiting he marched down the hall, dismissing Matt with a flick of his hand, not even turning around.

"See'ya around kid."

Matt walked the other way, head hidden down in his high collar. He mumbled to low to be heard as he slinked back to his home, if it could even be called that.

"Yea… see'ya."