AW YEAH! UPDATING FTFW! (For the fucking win XD)

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: Mello POV:

I patted the spot next to me. He hesitated, but walked over and sat down.

I needed to find out what was wrong with him. And I had the perfect way to do it.

"So, Matt. Tell me about yourself. Don't spare me any details."

He folded his hands in his lap and cleared his throat. He then looked up to the ceiling, as if he was thinking. Why would you need to think about what to say about yourself?

"Well, um…my name is Matthew Jeevas and I am 19 years old. I was-"

I held up my hand and he stopped mid-sentence. He looked confused. I shook my head.

"Okay, you already failed. What's the matter with you? Your name isn't Matthew. Your nick name is Matt. You real name is Mail. Why are you saying that your name is Matthew?"

He cocked his head to the side. I cocked my eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. But I do not understand. My name is Matthew. It was never Mail. I personally don't like that name. Well, do you want to call me Mail? You can if you wish, I have no problem with you calling me anything that you plea-"

"NO! STOP!"

He jumped a bit. I rubbed my temples with my fingers.

"Okay, once more. You are not Matthew. You are Matt. Your real name is Mail and I have known you since I was six. We are both orphans and…wait. Matt, where did you grow up?"

He blushed and smiled.

"Oh, well I grew up in England, with my mother, father, and sister. What about you? If you don't mind my asking, that is!" he was waving his hands in front of his face. I sighed.

What is wrong with him? He doesn't know who I am, and he made up a completely fake life story! That is, if he made it up or not. And truthfully, I don't think hes lying about any of this.

I stood up. I was moving on to plan B.

"Matt, would you like to take a little stroll with me? It's getting late and I don't feel like going out alone, or I might get hurt."

Part one. If he was the real Matt he would give me a look that said 'Are you fucking crazy? You'd kick anyone's ass."

"Of course! I would never dream of you getting hurt. I am here to serve you, as well as protect. Where do you wish to go?"

Part one: Failed. Dammit. Moving on to part two. We headed out the door.

As we walked down the street, there were still a few people out. It was kind of cold, and I didn't grab my jacket. Smart Mello. I shivered, and Matt noticed. He moved closer to me, and I felt myself blush.

I then felt a warm and fuzzy object placed around my shoulders. I naturally leaned into it, but then pulled away to see what it was.

It was Matt's fuzzy vest. He was looking at me with concern.

"Please Mello. I don't want you to get cold. Please take the vest. It will keep you warm until we get to the destination. Please?"

I was about to say no, but then the cold hit me again and I had no choice. I let myself slide into the warmth and I instantly relaxed. That thing was damn comfortable!

I then realized that all Matt had was his long sleeved shirt and gloves. I felt bad. I quickly formulated a plan.

"Matty? Could you be a dear and do me a favor?"

He smiled. "Of course! What do you request of me?"

I still needed to figure out how he got back to the apartment in less than 10 minutes. And he didn't have his car with him, as far as I know.

"Could you go back to the apartment and grab my jacket? It's on the bed. Can you please hurry? I don't want you to get cold, with me wearing your vest."

He smiled and then nodded. I nodded back and then I fucking blinked. When I opened my eyes he was already down the fucking block. And he was only going faster. I let my jaw drop. He had to be running AT LEAST 5 miles an hour. I moved up against the wall and shook my head.

This wasn't Matt. This couldn't be! He has no idea who I am and he can run at the fucking speed of light. This wasn't my Matt! Who was this? GAH!

And as usual, not a fucking minute later, he's running up to me with my jacket. I was fucking shocked. He handed it to me and smiled. I took off his vest and gave it back to him.

We continued walking down the street. I saw a guy a ways down, giving me this sly look. He obviously thought I was a girl. Asshole. But I was kind of happy; he would help me in initiating part two. I started to slightly sway my hips as I walked, trying to be as girly as possible. As I got closer, he took his hand out of his pocket.

Perfect.

When we crossed paths, as expected, he slightly grabbed my ass. Instinctively, I gave a small yell and jumped forward.

Part two: In progress…

Now as I was going to turn around and castrate that guy, I soon realized that part two…had failed.

When I turned around, that creep was already up against the wall, and Matt was slowly crushing his throat. I just stared.

Than man was letting out small gasps, obviously not being able to breathe. Matt was fucking insane…not that I had a problem with that.

"If I EVER see you touch him again, I will not hesitate to kill you. Got that?"

He widened his eyes, and nodded. Matt let go and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. He gave furious coughs and stumbled away. I couldn't stop a small laugh that escaped my lips. Matt turned to me.

"Fucking pig. Hope he gets hit by a truck. Now I'm glad I came along. I need to protect you from scum like him. So, where are we going?"

I just stared at him. He almost killed a man. For me. Now I did feel a little flattered, but I was also kind of frightened. Back at Wammy's, if someone did that, he never did anything. He knew that I could handle the person myself. But that, he taught me something.

Matt could be fucking strong when he wanted to.

I shrugged and continued walking, him following close behind. Now that does apply to the puppy instinct that I know he has. He is extremely loyal to people, especially me.

But this is something entirely different.

Now I didn't exactly know where we were going, I just wanted to complete plan B.

Okay, part one failed because he would always let me leave by myself. Part two failed because he actually protected me instead of letting me do it myself. Now for part three…

I knew where to go. I quickened my pace, and so did Matt.

Within a few minutes we were in front of a bar. A very popular bar. We walked inside and I could swear that every guy in the bar just looked at me in unison. I sighed and walked over to the bar and sat down. Matt did the same. I ordered something simple, thankfully I looked 21. Even though I was only 20. Hell, does one year make a difference? Hope not. Matt just sat next to me and looked like he was having a thumb war with himself. I laughed inwardly.

Just as expected, within a minute, some guy came up and sat next to me. He didn't say anything. I leaned over to Matt and whispered in his ear.

"Okay Matt. This is where you come in. Every time someone tries to talk to me, you say 'Guy' to let them know, okay? I'm counting on you. Got that?"

He nodded and eyed the guy.

Part three: Initiated.

Soon, the guy worked up the balls to talk to me.

"Hey there, my names Troy. You want me to buy you another drink? You're really prett-"

"Guy."

I took another sip of my drink as Matt interrupted. The guy, Troy, looked at him.

"What?"

Matt rolled his eyes. That was new.

"He's a guy. Isn't that obvious? You can leave now."

I said nothing and did nothing. This was Matt's test.

Troy then took one more look at me, shook his head and walked away.

Now I would have broken his legs for shaking his head at me. I mean, who do all guys think that all other guys have to look like dirty, greasy animals? Why can't guys look nice? Adding to the fact that I'm gay. Asshole.

Matt continued to look around the bar, waiting for another unsuspecting victim. And then there came another.

"Hi. What's your name? My name is-"

"He is a guy. You can leave him alone. It's obvious that he would never date a filthy, sex addicted jerk like yourself. Thanks for coming."

I widened my eyes. I only told him to say 'Guy.' That's it! Damn he really jumped the hoop there.

The guy left and it continued like that for a while.

Number one: Hi! Would you like to-

Matt: Guy.

Number two: Well, ive never seen such a –

Matt: He is a male.

Number three: You are smoking ho-

Matt: Step away from the guy.

And it continued. I eventually got tired from hearing Matt diss all these guys into oblivion.

We left the bar and went home.

Part three: Fucking failed.

Poor Mello! He still don't know what's up with Matty! But he'll find out soon! YOULL JUST HAVE TO WAIT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Hope you enjoyed and plz R&R? Thankies!

-MailJeevasVGFTW