A/N: I love Matt in this chapter (despite me being the one who roleplayed him). Even though he had an argument with Mello, he's still willing to help him out. ; A ; Yay for loyalty and friendship. :D

"You pissed off Tori and Matt. Nice going! Your crush and your best friend. All in ten minutes," the anonymous voice taunted.

Mello stomped around the room pointlessly. "SHUT. UP."

"You don't care that they're mad at you?"

"Fuck no! And I didn't do shit!"

"Yes you do, and yes you did. You punched Matt and lied to him. You even lied to Tori. Since when did you start lying to her?"

"Since I wanted to?" the blond teenager scoffed. "Besides, it's Matt's fault for pissing me off."

"Oooh, alright, so now the whole world goes by your rules?"

"Damn straight."

"You're retarded." An invisible hand pushed Mello. "I made Matt do it."

"He could have chosen not to!"

"That doesn't explain why you had to lie to Tori. So, why did you?"

"I didn't lie!" he argued stubbornly.

"Yes, you did. You said you punched Matt for no reason."

"He was being an obnoxious prick!"

"Either way, you better apologize. Tori might never talk to you anymore."

Mello let out a snort of contempt. "I don't care."

Tori walked out of the bedroom. "You're being loud."

"What, got a problem with it?" he hissed.

The girl flinched at his sharp and rude response. However, she bit back a retort and made her way to Matt's room, standing in front of the door. "Matt. Let me in!"

"Whaaat?" was the gamer's reply.

"Open the door!"

He followed the command. "You need something?"

The teenage girl skipped inside, closed the door, and began bombarding Matt with questions. "Since when did Mello start lying to me? Why did he punch you? Why is he pissed at me?"

"Don't mind Mello, he's on his period," he tried to joke.

She shoved him. "He's not a girl!"

"It was a joke! Sheesh…" Matt blinked, surprised by her reaction. "You're really like a female version of Mello."

"W-what?"

"Yeah, the two of you are practically the perfect couple."

"…What do you mean by that?"

"What I'm saying is, you should go out with each other."

"But he's mad at me! For like, no reason!" Tori protested, "I don't want to get shot, or rejected then regret it afterwards, and then feel like a retard!"

Matt blinked once again.

"What?"

He placed down the DS he was holding, lowering his voice into a pensive tone. "Do you love Mello?"

"…Uh. OH, PFFT. GET REAL, MATT! I MEAN SERIOUSLY!" the girl blurted out, stuttering.

"I am being serious."

"...Um… I mean, love is a really strong word, don't you think...?"

"...And that is relevant, how?"

Tori was unable to think of a reply. "…Mind your own business!"

"Screw logic, reasons and whatnot. All you need are emotions," Matt advised, almost philosophically.

"Shut up! I can use logic whenever the hell I want!"

His lips twisted into a feline smile. "Actually, you don't have to answer my question. You'll find out the truth sooner or later."

"What the fuck? What do you mean?"

"Wait and see."

The girl grabbed Matt by his shoulders, shaking him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

He slipped out of her grip. "Calm down, dude! I mean, dudette."

"Answer me and I'll go away!"

"It means that you aren't admitting the truth to yourself!"

"…MATT! Stop acting smart with me and tell me the truth, damn it! What were you two fighting about?"

He grinned cheekily. "No, I think I shall leave it to the hands of fate."

"HANDS OF FATE MY ASS!"

"I remember that line from one of my video games."

"Seriously? Video games?" Tori gave him an incredulous stare. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU TWO FIGHTING ABOUT?"

"Er, you don't need to know…?" Matt answered uncertainly.

"Yes I do! Mello just lied to me for no reason! And now he's pissed at me!"

"He's just… misdirecting his rage?"

"WHY WAS HE ANGRY, THEN?" she yelled.

"IT WAS MISDIRECTED ANGER."

"Fuck this," Tori swore, taking her leave dramatically. "You helped a lot."

She stormed to the living room and sat near the wall, fuming.

"Say something!" the annoying voice directed, which only Mello could hear.

"I don't know what to say," he responded bluntly.

"Just talk to her! You two have a lot in common!"

He walked up to Tori awkwardly. "…Er."

"…What!"

"NOT LIKE THAT!" the voice groaned. "SAY SORRY!"

"…I was going to if you didn't interrupt!"

"Then please continue!"

"…I… I'msorryforyellingatyou." Mello rushed through his sentence so fast that no human would be able to comprehend it.

"…What?"

"I said... I'msorryforyellingatyou."

" ...If you're just gonna do that, I'm leaving."

He felt a rush of impatience. "Great, this is what I get for apologizing?"

"Stop being bitter to her!" the anonymous scolded. "She can't understand you if you're talking so fast!"

"I can't help it! I don't 'do' apologies."

"Then don't talk and do something else? I don't know, get Matt to tell her that you're sorry?"

Mello rejected the suggestion. "But Matt's pissed off too!"

"Then say sorry to Matt!"

"No, it's his fault!"

"Jesus Christ…" Tori got up, walking slowly towards a window.

The chocoholic grabbed her wrist. "Wait…"

She spun around, giving him a sharp glare. "What!"

"For yelling at you… earlier on…" It was difficult for him to continue. "…I'm… sorry…"

"…That's it?"

"…Yes?" he replied uncomfortably.

"Doesn't explain why you yelled at me. Or lied to me. Since when did you start lying to me?"

Mello recalled the reason, wincing. "…It's not important."

"Fine, whatever. Let go."

And he released his grip on her wrist. The girl sat down with an irritated expression on her face, while Mello turned to leave.

The weird voice decided to bug Matt.

"Mello is trying to say sorry to Tori!" it informed. "You should watch!"

"Why? I'm busy playing Super Mario Sunshine!"

"He's not doing a very good job and he needs help?"

"Oh, right." The gamer set down his controller with great difficulty.

"COME ON, MATT!"

Goggle-head opened the door and peeked out. "But I don't know how I can help…?"

"Tell Tori the truth, damn it!"

"But that's not fun! They should find out for themselves!"

"FINE, THEN TELL TORI THAT MELLO'S SORRY."

Matt pondered about this for a few seconds. "…She'd accept an apology for someone from someone else?"

"She knows that Mello's not good at this stuff. She's not either."

"Then she should know that he tried his best." He couldn't help but defend his best friend.

"Yeah, but she's just mad."

"Then how would my contribution make it any different?"

A hand shoved him out of the door. "JUST GO HELP!"

"Ouch, fine!" he whined.

Tori stared. Matt walked up to her and began poking her repetitively. "Psst."

"What?"

He wasn't sure how to start. "...Um. Mello... is sorry?"

"No he's not."

"I know he is; he's my best friend. And you know that he's not the sort of person to apologize."

"I know that."

"So you're still mad at him?"

"No."

Matt raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Then why didn't you accept his failure of an apology?"

She sighed. "I wanted to know why he was yelling at me, why he hit you, and why he lied to me, but he didn't tell me."

"Well, he lied to you because he can't admit the truth." Then in between coughs, he added: "Justlikeyou."

"I don't lie!"

"But you can't face the truth."

"...So? What does that prove?"

"THAT YOU'RE THE PERFECT COUPLE!" he suddenly burst out cheerfully, giving the girl a random thumbs-up before continuing on. "Anyway! He hit me because I said something that pissed him off."

"What did you say...?"

"Some random person was threatening to kill my DS, so I didn't have a choice, but..." He coughed once again. "Isaidthatyouloveeachother."

"But what? What person? What did you just say?" Tori was clearly unused to this habit of the two males.

"...I said that... youloveeachother." Cough cough cough.

"…I don't!"

"Oh reeeally?" A Cheshire cat grin was present on Matt's face.

"...Y-y-yeah… really!"

"You're seriously like Mello in some ways," he commented.

"N-no I'm not!" she protested. "You don't know what you're saying!"

"Come on, I'm an expert at things like this."

"No you aren't! Y-y-you can't tell what I'm thinking of him!"

Matt decided to go for the question. "Then what does Mello mean to you?"

"...None of your business…"

"Pff, fine then."

"...Hemeansalottome." This speaking-habit seems to affect others as well.

The feline expression was once again pasted onto Matt's face.

"…What?" Tori asked, uncomfortable.

"Nothing..."

"Tell him and I'll shank you!" she muttered. "And… how does… he feel about me?"

"Maybe you could ask him yourself?" the gamer hinted.

"But he's stubborn!"

"He might tell you the truth if he knows how you feel about him."

"I doubt it!" She sighed once again. "And his truth is probably like "I want chocolate!" or something! You can never read him!"

"Sometimes you can, actually," Matt offered logically. "It's easier if you're someone watching from the sidelines."

"HOW COULD I NOT TELL?"

"Because you're not the one observing?"

"…Shut up."

While the conversation between Matt and Tori went on, the voice went back to Mello.

"Mello, they're talking about you!"

He glanced up. "About what, specifically?"

"Go check for yourself."

"...Nah." He would probably just aggravate them further, or vice versa.

"OH WAIT. They're pissed at you! You know why Tori is mad at you. Maybe Matt isn't."

"I bet Matt's pissed."

The person tried to fix the broken friendship between the pair. "He's still willing to help you, he just told Tori how sorry you are."

"I don't need help!" he scoffed, protecting his pride.

"You weren't doing a very good job..."

He huffed, having nothing to say. The anonymous pushed Mello out of the door before locking it. "REDO YOUR APOLOGY!"

"OI!" The blond teenager kicked the door violently.

Upon hearing this, Matt jumped out of the window to leave them alone for a serious talk. "Bye!"

"What the f-" Tori broke off. "MATT!"

Mello was still attacking the door. "YOU EFFING B-!"

"Don't break the door!" the girl warned.

"Someone locked it!"

"…Stop lying to me."

He twitched. "I'm not!"

"Stop yelling at me… Jeez, I didn't even do anything."

The anonymous voice butted into the conversation. "JUST TELL EACH OTHER YOU FUCKING LOVE EACH OTHER, DAMN IT!"

Tori's face turned bright red.

"WHY ARE YOU TURNING RED? YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE!"

"...Uh, no, fuck off?" she lied.

The invisible being shoved Mello. "TELL HER!"

"No, it has nothing to do with you!" he snapped.

"I bet she already knows."

"Know what?" the girl asked.

"…That I liked chocolate?" He feebly attempted to hide the truth.

"…" Tori jumped out of the window. "MATT, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Meanwhile, at the games arcade, the gamer was bashing buttons at an insane speed. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN!"

"Shit, this guy's good…" his opponent mumbled, struggling to keep up.

"Beep beep! Player one won the game!" the machine announced.

"OH YEAH. UBER PWNAGE!" Stripy-shirt punched the air while his opponent groaned in defeat.

…And back to Tori's catastrophic situation.

"How do I get back in? Shit..."

Then she suddenly tripped over an evil oxygen particle. "OW, MY LEG! I LANDED ON MY LEG. IT'S BROKEN!"

When she received no attention, she screamed louder. "MY FUCKING LEG HURTS. HELP!"

Mello walked outside, hearing the yells.

"I'M GOING TO DIE!" the girl continued on.

"Breaking a leg won't kill you…" he stated emotionlessly.

She stared at him with impatient, and muttered. "Bitter even when I fall. Jeez... Why are you acting so different than usual to me, now?"

"Because you're mad at me?"

"I'm not?"

"…You aren't?

"No."

Mello had a blank expression. "Oh."

"…Um, now what?"

"We find Matt."