[[So, it's excuse time for a late update! My mom lost my laptop. Who the hell does that? It's a laptop. C'mon, seriously! And, to anybody who cares (nobody) I have officially moved into a new house! /freaks out/ I've only lived in two other houses and my "old" house I've lived in since I was in kindergarten. Needless to say moving has been a weird thing for me. Boxes are frustrating.

So, I've been craving my stories when my laptop was lost, and there seems to be a new fire under my ass wanting me to write. Yaaayyy. Maybe more updates and ideas now that it's summer?

Kay, sorry for this long arse A/N. I always tell myself not to put one, but I can't help it!

Don't-own-eet! If I did ...… Yaaayyy, my baby~! /hugs laptop/ K thx, bai!]]

I stood just outside of my bedroom, hands on my hips, lips pursed in thought. The idea to actually wait outside and see the undead gave me the chills and yet my logical mind told me that it had to be done. I was ashamed to admit I was too chicken to do it alone, but who else would be willing to do something so unbelievable with me? I really had no close friends yet, I was just barely getting over the term "new kid". The breath I had been unaware I was holding as released and I decided to head down to the kitchen. Nothing would help me more than some brain food. Trotting down the stairs and to the kitchen I grabbed the chocolate bar that I had left in the fridge the day before. Unwrapping the silver foil I took a tooth-breaking bite. This stuff got pretty solid when staying overnight in a fridge. I made my way back towards the stairs but stopped when I heard small noises that can only be described as "pew, pew!" With a raise of a blonde eyebrow I waltzed inside, taking another chunk out of the sweet.

"Diiieee." my ears picked up the whispered form of a threat, and I draped my arms over the worn leather sofa to see a very concentrated Matt. He was playing the Nintendo 64, as the golden console proudly stated. Creatures fought on screen and truthfully, I couldn't tell what they were. Matt was in some sort of out-of-this-world mode and didn't notice that I was merely inches from where he sat. That or he didn't acknowledge me what so ever. I waited patiently for his current game to finish… it just wouldn't end. I tapped my foot impatiently after only two minutes of standing behind, watching the stupid game. It was such a waste of time! We had better things to do. Scooting over the few inches that separated us, I tapped on Matt's head impatiently.

"Excuse me." I said in my most adult-pleasing voice, "Would you turn that stupid thing off? I've got something to tell you." Auburn hair obscured my view as he nudged me away from himself with his head.

"In a minute. I only get this thing for like, mmh, what? Thirty minutes a day? I just started. Just… wait…" His sentence trailed off into nothing and I fumed. He wasn't going to take me seriously at all. Either I could be nice and ask again… but that would give him free reign over me for the rest of forever. Or, I could be not so nice and just turn it off, making the chances of him talking to me again slim. At least it'd how him who was boss. Weighing my options delicately, I decided with the latter. Swishing my way past the back of the sofa like a mother to her disobedient child, I clicked the "Restart" button on the machine. It was warm, showing he had been playing more than thirty minutes already. He gave me a sheepish smile; we were on a genius level, he knew what I was thinking as I quirked my eyebrow at him.

"Okay… maybe not only thirty minutes." he chuckled and slowly dropped the hand holding the controller to his side. "Did 'ya really need to restart me? I only saved a few minutes ago! What a waste." I didn't respond, instead giving him the silent treatment. I have to admit, this kid caught on fast. Only moments after the "treatment" had started he caved, knowing he was going nowhere.

"Fine, fine." he stood up and placed the controller back on top of the game system, where it belonged. "I can tell hangin' out with you is gonna be more trouble than it's worth."

"Hey!"

"I'm just kidding!" he yelped back to my outburst. "If I didn't want to stay with you, I wouldn't.." he seemed kind of embarrassed, so I just ignored the tone. Like I knew what to do with antisocial gamers' emotions; plus, his nervousness was getting to me. "Anyway, you had something oh-so important to tell me?"

My eyes shifted around the room for a moment before returned to him and staring at his eyes; our two different shades of blue locking for just a millisecond. Matt just as quickly looked away from me. This was becoming more typical. Pushing another sigh at his expense, I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"It is important. So let's go to the sanctuary and talk it over, mmkay?"

His brows crinkled in confusion for a split second, before the clouded expression passed and he got the gist of all the "sanctuary" talk. Clarity proved me correct as he nodded and spoke a bit too loudly, "Oh, the tree house! I get it; I like that… Sanctuary. It makes it sound official and-" I clapped my hand over his mouth; cutting off his aggressive flow of words.

"Shhhh! Would you keep it down? If this is between you and me, than we have to try our best to keep it that way. Is that clear?" I slowly peeled my fingers from his lips.

"Crystal." he replies, cheery as ever.

"All right than, let's go already. Jeesh." I grabbed onto his arm and pulled, and we raced down the halls, a teacher or so yelling at us to slow down. Their scolding fell on deaf ears as we continued down the hall, hand in hand.

Once again, Matt had to lead the way to the tree house. I had only been there once and I wasn't keen on remembering it's location. He brushed back tall weeds and over grown grass with a sweep of a thin hand so I could more easily walk through, behind him. When we reached the bottom of the tree that our sanctuary sat upon, I knew I was going to have to lead the way up again. Not that I minded. I enjoyed being the leader.

At the top, with an "umph" and flailing limbs, Matt made it into the tree house. Breathless, he shifted his position so he sat cross-legged and asked again, "So, what's all the fuss about, Mello? If we gotta get this far away from society…" he let out a little chuckle. He didn't continue, just looked at me and waited for my bit of information. I gulped air into my cheeks and puffed it out again, attempting to sort my thoughts and put them into the correct words that would help me convince Matt that I was as serious as they get. His puppy-dog eyes kept glancing up at me when I wasn't looking directly at him but as soon as we made eye contact his deep blue's would focus on the wooden floor, his hands in his lap, or even my shoes.

"Matt," I started suddenly, the words just flowing out on their own accord, "I'm asking you as my very first friend to trust me… You know you can trust me, right?" Matt's head bobbed up and down in positive response, "Sure, Mel. Whatever you say."

I nodded after him, solemnly, than continued. "What I'm about to share with you is a piece of information that I've never shared with anybody else. Something about the halls of Wammy's…" I leaned closer toward him, cupping a hand around my mouth as if it would keep the words from spreading elsewhere. "Matt. I have reason to believe that there are paranormal activities occurring in the Wammy House. Now," I pulled back and talked a bit louder, "before you can call me crazy and demand that I need to see help, I need you to hear the facts. Are you willing to hear the facts, Matt?"

He was grinning ear to ear. "Oh, defiantly, Mello. I believe you, honest."

A form of a smile appeared on my face. This wasn't the reaction I was expecting. And I liked that. "You're pretty unpredictable. You know that?" I told him as he nodded. I chuckled behind my hand. Back to the point…

"Anyway, for the past few night I've been waking up to terrible noises coming from down the hall. It sounds like someone sobbing. A little kid. Maybe a former Wammy's resident? I'm not sure yet. So, I was thinking, the only way to find out if my assumptions are true… I think we should have a stake-out."

Matt laughed a bit, and stared at me with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see if I can get some coffee and donuts. Haha…" I raised an eyebrow at him, clearly he was crazy. That was pretty random. Scrunching up my nose I asked what he was talking about. He sighed and shook his head, "Never mind, Mello. It's- nah, never mind."

"Okay than…" I pouted. "Do you think you can manage to sneak out of your room and come to mine at eleven? I think Mr. Ruvie's rounds are finished about than…" I trailed off as Matt spoke up again, "They're finished the room-checks at eleven. But than he does one more just around the halls at one. Or, he has someone do it for him. Lazy-ass." I scowled at Matt's curse, and his knowledge.

"How do you know?"

"C'mon. You doubt me! Think I haven't snuck out before?" he chuckled again and said plainly, "I'll be there."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

[[NO! Matt doesn't LIKE Mello like that. He's, like, five give these guys a break. Lol. Matt's just not used to social interaction and now that he found someone remotely interesting he's trying too hard not to lose it. Which turns out being sorta awkward. ^^;; So yeah… five year old's don't usually think that kind of stuff. (:]]