A/N: :D Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You're all amazing. It's still the same thus far. Anytime Matt speaks or it's from his POV Spicey The Great is writing, and the same goes for me, but with Mello. XD Anyway, keep those reviews coming! XD Also, the rating may or may not eventually change to M. :D M for Mello which literally translates to MATURE.

Mello quickly dialed the number on the wrinkled piece of paper Rod had given him. Why the hell did he have to do this anyway? It hardly seemed fair. He chewed his lip idly as he listened to the cheerful Mario themed music (he couldn't help but recognize it after all those years rooming with a nerd).

When his phone rang for the second time that day, Matt felt a little nervous. What was his new boss going to be like? He flipped the phone open and held it up to his ear, deciding he should at least make himself seem cool.

"Uh, 'sup?"

Okay, that just made him sound stupid, but whatever.

Mello rolled his eyes. He just knew this guy was going to be a dud. "This is M." He wondered if Rod had even told this guy his codename.

"I'm Matt." Pouting a little that he didn't get a cool codename, Matt used his shoulder to hold the phone in place and went back to playing his game. "So you're my boss?"

"Who else would call you? And turn whatever it is you're doing off. It's distracting." Mello hated when 100% of someone's attention wasn't on him. It'd been that way since he was a child.

"Well I dunno. It's just a videogame. I can pay attention to what you're saying. Dude, where did that Goomba come from?!"

"Turn that damn thing off right now before I track you down and blow it to hell!" Mello fumed, who did this guy think he was!?

He felt like hanging up on him, but Rod would only harass him later wondering why he hadn't done his job. Sometimes he hated his life, but at least he still had chocolate. On that thought he reached for the pocket of his coat that was draped over the back of the couch only to find it void of chocolate. He silently cursed when he checked the rest of the places where he generally kept chocolate stashed away.

Damn, he was out.

With a squeak and plenty of frantic button pushing, Matt managed to pause his game. "Jeez!" He probably should have expected someone high up in the mafia to be scary, but damn.

That didn't exactly sound like an empty threat either. "Uh, what are you doing over there?" Hopefully not looking for anything violent. Matt eyed his game systems protectively.

Mello felt like screaming, so he did just that. He politely set the phone on the coffee table, ignoring Matt, before making his way to his bedroom and abruptly began destroying it. After a brief five minutes he felt much better. Dusting off his pants he returned to the living room and lifted the phone to his ear.

He tried to even out his voice, hoarse from screaming. "Now, where were we?" He took a seat on the couch, grabbing his laptop and turning it on.

Matt held the phone away from his ear at the scream, horrified. He could faintly hear thumps and crashes in the background for a while after that. Either this guy was batshit crazy or he was being brutally murdered while Matt just listened on the phone. Joining the mafia was now officially in the very bad idea category.

He breathed a little sigh of relief when the voice was back. Things always seemed a little bit better when you weren't a witness to a murder. "Um...you were telling me to turn off my videogame. You wanna tell me what just happened?"

"That would be considered privileged information." He brought up his favorite site for buying chocolate online. A thousand different products, all made of the highest quality chocolate, was good enough for him.

After making a few selections and using a stolen credit card to make the purchases his turned his focus back to Matt."Back to business."

"Well it sounded like someone was killin' you or something." Matt grinned excitedly, wondering what kind of cool mafia stuff he would get to do. "What's my first job?"

"Let me assure you, I'll be the one doing the killing." Mello grinned, he liked to sound badass. It was even better when people met him in person. They all thought because of his slight frame that he would be a push over.

"Your first job...." It would've been nice if Rod had told him exactly what that entailed. Though he supposed since Matt was his subordinate he was free to do what he wanted with them. "I'll need an example of your skills."

Matt was very proud that he managed to suppress the nervous sound he wanted to make at his boss' first statement.

"Well I have epic skills," he said matter-of-factly. "What do you want me to do?"

Mello was aggravated by the unprofessional way in which Matt spoke to him. What, was he thirteen? "Let me ask you something. What did you expect to be doing, working for the mafia?"

Where the hell did Rod get these guys? Mello half expected Rod to just randomly pick them off the street. An eenie-meenie-minie-moe sort of deal.

"Hacking? Stuff like that?" Matt was feeling less and less confident as the conversation went on. This guy needed to lighten up a little.

Mello shook his head. Poor guy, he had no idea what his was in for. Good thing Mello was a sadist, he would enjoy every minute of breaking in his new subordinate. "Hardly. You'll be calculating everything I need for a fail-proof mission. If you screw up even the slightest degree someone will lose a life."

"Well...I just won't screw up." Matt hadn't exactly thought this through. Not expecting himself to have so much importance in anything that would happen, anyway. "I'm not worried."

"We'll see." Mello wondered just how much this guy could take. He was intent on finding out. "Prove to me that you can handle anything I throw at you, and I might just let you help me on probably the most important thing I'll ever do in my entire life."

He was definitely going to need help with this one, and he was going to suck up his pride and ask for help. But only from the people he could trust completely, finding people like that had proven to be a difficult task for Mello.

M seemed like one of those really overdramatic guys, but Matt was curious. "What's the important thing? And I can handle anything you need me to do," he added firmly. If there was one thing he was confident about, it was the skills he learned at the orphanage.

"Again, that's confidential. If you can do the task I'm about to assign you without fault, and to a standard that I set, you're in." He couldn't believe what he was saying. He barely knew this guy and he was ready to jump at the chance to spill his guts out for him. Mello supposed he just needed to vent, get everything off his chest. Who better to do that with than a complete stranger?

"Tell me what I hafta do. I'll go way past your standard, pal." Impressing this guy was definitely important, and Matt figured he might as well start sooner rather than later.

"Okay tough guy." Mello retrieved his laptop and quickly emailed Matt a long list of names. "Check your email. You'll find a very important list there. Those will be your targets. Each person on that list has an account over seas with a very large sum of money in it. I'm sure you understand why I've given you so many."

Honestly, Matt didn't have a clue why there were so many. But it wasn't like he was about to say that. "Where's all this money supposed to go?" He checked his email, looking through the list.

Mello smirked. This idiot didn't know anything about 'business'. "The money is going into the mafia's account. I've included the account number to make it easy. And you know of course that if you double-cross us I'll be forced to kill you. Also, because I've already concluded that you're an idiot I'll tell you why there's so many names."

He snickered, Mello knew Matt was trying his best to seem like mafia material. It was almost cute, but not quite. "The reason is that if too much money is withdrawn from the account the owner will be notified of it. And no matter how well you're encrypted if that start searching quick enough they'll find us. Got it?"

"Don't gotta go around making death threats and calling names," he mumbled. "Alright, I get it. I'll start working on it now." Matt looked at the list again and started going through all the accounts, careful not to withdraw too much money. He wondered if M would be impressed or just think he was being sloppy if he told him he was already about halfway done.

Mello didn't feel the need to say anything else and hung up. It didn't take long for him to feel bored and alone. Jeez, had he always been this pathetic?