A/N: XD Here's something new! Not the Beyond Birthday story I had planned, though he is mentioned here, but it's even better! :D Co-Authored with SpiceytheGreat, with her as Matt, this is a MattxMello fic! She writes whatever Matt says, or anything in his POV, and I write everything for Mello.

Warning: Swearing, generally on Mello's behalf. Yaoi and junk.

Disclaimer: Spicey and I own nothing! Except this plot bunny.

Matt really wasn't sure why he had gotten himself into this. Okay, yeah, he was bored, but joining the mafia was a level of stupidity that he generally put himself above. Either way, he was in now.

Waiting for that Rod guy to tell him who to contact for information was boring. He peeked over at his phone every now and then, pausing whatever game he happened to be playing, but he still hadn't gotten any messages or calls. He was itching to know who he would be working for.

He kept vaguely realizing how dumb of an idea this had all been. Or maybe brave.

Nah. It was dumb and he knew it. The only person that could get away with calling an idea like this brave would be Mello. When was the last time he had seen the blond bastard, anyway? Four years ago?

Matt sighed. Great, dragging all this up again. He had almost made it a few months without thinking about him, too. It wasn't even productive to think about him; he had looked for his friend everywhere, and Mello wasn't about to be tracked down if he didn't want to be. It was just the not wanting to be found part that hurt the most.

Shaking his head, Matt let himself slip back into a familiar memory. If he had to think about Mello, it might as well be something happy instead of the current reality. He had been through it in his mind so many times he didn't think he would ever forget it, mentally picking apart every little thing that happened.

"Everything's changing after today, Matt." He had to give Mello credit for that, because he honestly hadn't been lying.

"I think everything already has changed...promise me you won't do anything stupid." 'Brave,' he mentally corrected his younger self. Nothing Mello did was stupid.

"Well this time I'll be in control of how it changes. And my plan is anything but stupid. Just trust me."

"I do trust you, just tell me what you're gonna do." And he did trust him, damn it, but Mello needed to answer him for once.

"Matt," he had said in an almost reprimanding way, giving him a smile that said 'trust me.' "Go to bed now." And that was it. He did what he was told and woke up the next day with no best friend. Funny how life works, huh?

Matt jolted a little when his phone finally rang. He quickly grabbed it, nearly knocking it off the small table, and answered the call.

"Yeah?"

"Matt, it's Rod. Your superior's name is M, and he'll be contacting you soon. You take orders from him now, so don't question him. He can get nasty. He'll give you his contact information when he talks to you. Got it?"

Matt blinked at the sudden downpour of information, nodding blankly before he realized the man couldn't see him. "Uh, yeah, okay. Thanks?" Huffing a little when Rod just hung up, Matt went back to watching his phone. You'd think joining the mafia would be a little more exciting.

Pulling up his email on his laptop just in case that was where the new guy tried to contact him from, Matt yawned and unpaused his game.

Why the hell didn't anything interesting ever happen to him?

Mello sighed contentedly. He finally had a moment to himself, away from the hairy apes Rod liked to call subordinates. He took his time unwrapping the foil around his favorite bar of imported chocolate with his teeth. Taking a bite, he closed his eyes, losing himself in the rich flavor.

Mello couldn't remember the last time he actually had some peace and quiet. A grunt was always needing something, or Rod always had some kind of mission for him to go on. He almost didn't know what to do with himself. Almost. He'd recently caught himself thinking about his childhood, and he couldn't help but feel a little homesick. When he was busy he could easily push the thoughts aside, but now, all alone, he had nothing to distract himself. He idly thought about L, and how badly he wanted to be him, and about Near. Stupid albino sheep, always beating him by just a fraction. He hated him so much. Just thinking about him brought back feelings of frustration and anger. Then he thought of Matt, his red-headed, goggle wearing best friend. He wondered where they all were now. What they were doing.

He knew L was probably working on the Kira case, and Near now doubt was still back at the orphanage playing with his toys. But Matt was an entirely different story. Where would he have gone? Mello had left without a word, or anyway for Matt to contact him, he regretted it now. He laughed to himself when he remembered all the trouble he and Matt had gotten into.

"No, no it's totally true. Linda swore she saw it happening." A young Mello brushed a stray piece of hair behind his ear as he crept down the dark hall way.

Matt, goggles over his eyes and wringing his too long sleeves, looked around nervously. "I-If it really is true then I don't wanna see it! What if he gets us next?"

"Oh you big baby, I wanna see for myself." Mello stopped in front of dark wooden door, a door that was identical to the rest on that hallway.

"B-But…." Matt clung to the back of Mello's shirt as the blond slowly turned the door knob, pushing into the room slowly.

Both boys held their breath when the door creaked ever so slightly. When Mello was sure that nothing was stirring in the dark bedroom he crept forward. He peeked his head in, too dark too see. He stepped lightly into the room, Matt glued to his back. He carefully pulled back the curtain, illuminating the room ever so slightly. They simultaneously turned towards the bed.

Empty.

"Great, well that was a waste of time."

Matt gave a sigh of relief, but as they turned to make their way out a loud thud coming from the closet made them jump. Matt whimpered and clung to Mello, who was no longer as confident. The petite blond cautiously walked up to the closet. He slowly slid open the door and screamed when he was tackled to the floor. He struggled against the weight that had him pinned. Matt cried helplessly from behind him. He felt a hand slide over his mouth and his first reaction was to bite down. He took his chance and wriggled out from under his captor, rushing for the door.

Only when he was safely back in his room did he breathe. He laughed shakily."That was a close one, huh Matt? Matt?" The blond looked over his should and froze when he saw that the red-head wasn't in the room.

He'd left him! He left his best friend in the clutches of the strangest resident of Whammy's. Beyond Birthday, the psychopath that Linda had claimed to have drank the blood of her pet hamster. He was sure that he would never see his best friend ever again.

Mello laughed and took another bite of his chocolate. He had cried all night, thinking he'd abandoned Matt with Beyond, and when he shamefully came down for breakfast the next morning he found Matt chatting happily with Beyond. He hadn't eaten Matt like Mello had thought, although they never did find out what happened to that hamster.

When he opened his eyes, sometime later, he nearly fell off the couch. The form of his boss, Rod, was towering directly over him.

"What the fuck!?" He sat up, glaring at the muscled leader.

"Sleeping on the job?"

"Tch, yeah right. What do you want?" He replaced the foil on what was left of the chocolate and set in down on the small coffee table.

"I finally found someone who I think is capable of doing what we need to get done, technology wise."

Mello crossed his arms. Wasn't he capable enough? He decided to ask. "And what can this guy do that I can't?"

"A lot more actually." Mello scoffed, Rod would regret this later, when this new guy flaked out. "Besides, you have more important things to do."

On second thought, he should cut they guy a break. Rod had gone through all trouble to get him some help after all. "Alright, let's meet this guy."

"About that, I figured he should stay off base. So nothing can get traced back to here." Mello highly doubted Rod even knew people could do that, and figured that this new guy must not want to actually be here. Definitely some kind of geeky hermit.

"So how am I supposed to go over plans with him?"

"Over the phone, or through some other form of long distance communication." Rod handed Mello a piece of paper and without another word he left.

He glanced down at the paper in his hand, a phone number and an email address. He figured he better get this over with and picked up his cellphone.

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