A/N: On to chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mello or Matt, if I did, they'd be a legit pairing.

Warning: Some swearing.

It took Matt considerably longer than usual to finish his breakfast, almost an hour to be exact.

"For the last time, I didn't break your jaw," sighed Mello in annoyance, leaning back in a nearby armchair. "I popped it back into place after I dislocated it."

"It still fucking hurts, man!" said Matt.

"What, even after I put all of that in a blender for you?" Mello asked with his eyebrows raised. "It's practically a milkshake right now."

"A really yummy, really ipainful/i milkshake," Matt snapped back.

"How the hell is it painful? It's slush!"

"It just fucking is, okay!"

Mello rolled his eyes and grabbed a chocolate bar from a nearby bookcase. He brought one leg up onto the armchair, resting his elbow on his kneecap as he tore the wrapper off the chocolate and began eating it. "I think I've got some Vicodin left from- "

"Oh God, give it to me!" Matt begged. "This is way beyond aspirin!"

Mello go to his feet and retrieved the pain killer, dropping one into Matt's outstretched palm. "Oh thank you, you are a saint. Or an angel. Either or. Savior either way!" Matt babbled as he poppedd the pill into his mouth and swallowed. "Oh man, just taking that makes me feel better," he sighed in content, leaning back more comfortably against the pillows propping him up. "Thanks, Mels."

Mello's lips twitched slightly in amusement at the sudden nickname. "Sure thing, No Man."

"Huh?" said Matt, turning his head slowly to look over at the blond. "Whaddya mean?"

"Something along the lines of 'I don't know your name.' I could've looked for your wallet and found some ID, but I didn't think it was entirely polite of me to do so," said Mello.

Matt snorted. "You beat me up and didn't even take my wallet? What kind of badass mofo are you? Noob?"

Mello's eyes were getting a workout from how much they were rolling today. "Sure, let's go with that."

"Call me Matt," said Matt. "Full name is Mail Jeevas, but Mail is so lame."

"Oh, but Mail is so sexy," said Mello in a high pitched voice, batting his lashes at Matt.

"Not funny," muttered the redhead, turning back to his blender breakfast. He perked up slightly when eating didn't hurt as much. "Vicodin's kicking in," he said, happy he could actually eat now.

"Hn, good," said Mello, biting off another chunk of chocolate.

Matt suddenly remembered something extremely important. "Hey, you didn't break my DS, did you?" he asked between bites.

Mello shook his head. "No. It's in my room; I was playing it last night before crashing."

"Oh good," the redhead sighed in relief, "I only just got it back."

"What, did your mom confiscate it?" smirked the blond.

"No, my college professor. Didn't see how Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of the Sky related to Shakespeare," said Matt.

Mello laughed. "Let me guess, Mr. Watson?"

"How'd you know?" the gamer said in surprise. "You don't seem the college type."

"Eh, I don't really want to get a job so I'm in college. Not that I need a job, my family's ridiculously rich to begin with, but it's a family tradition to either get a job and work your way to the top, or go to college and leave already at the top. If I didn't do one or the other, I'd probably get disowned or something ridiculous like that," said Mello with a shrug.

"One of those, 'death before dishonor families,' huh?"

"Big time."

They ate their respective foods in silence for several minutes, Mello starting a second chocolate bar before Matt finished his mush.

"You're a really good cook," Matt said thoughtfully after a while. "This is the best blender food I've ever had."

"Thanks," said Mello. "I'm top of my cooking class."

"You're one of those perfectionist show offs, aren't you?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

A/N: In case anyone's confused, Mello is referring to when Odysseus tells Polyphemus that his name is 'No Man' (or nobody, pending your translation). So yeah. I hope you enjoyed!