Author's Note: So, it's been a fairly long while. The kitty on my lap who didn't like my typing says hi to everyone =)

It's Winter Break, so I hope to get a lot of things updated. As you all (if you actually read my ANs) may have heard, I already have this one completed.

While I was typing up the end of this chapter, I realized, what if the sequel was an identical fic about what could have happened if they had ever talked to each other even a few times back at Wammy's. Tell me your opinion in a review, it would start earlier than this one did, and probably end later as well (since this was my first fic, and while writing it I was still a litle shaky with it, I'll admit) with some new twist that I'm already plotting . ^_^

But, yeah, I'm looking forwards to some lovely reviews. ^^

Song For This Chapter= Move Along by The All-American Rejects

Mello's POV

I was fully aware that I had to get me and Matt out of there before he fell back into his old ways too much. I didn't ask him about the gun-shots I'd heard earlier, I had a feeling he didn't want to talk about it, that he didn't want me to know.

I'd just leave it, we had been making good progress lately.

I glanced down at Matt, who was using my thigh as a pillow. He looked so cute; clutching my leg as though it would vanish if he didn't.

Well, I probably would have left to fulfill my promise if he hadn't been clinging to me like that. I still was going to do it. Even if he was clinging on to me.

I didn't need to just get him out, I needed to get myself out. I was so bored, and Near was getting ahead of me.

"Matt, get off me, I need to take a shower!" I pushed the hacker off of me, and he landed on the floor with a thud.

"Nng?" I laughed at him.

He was on all fours, his head turned towards me blindly, eyes only half open, sleepiness still evident. His red hair arranged in some serious bed head, his mouth open slightly.

"Shower." I stated in a bored fashion.

I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door, I sighed quietly. Glancing around the dirty restroom, I missed my old room more than ever. I needed to lay out some plans, get things arranged.

But how would I do it?

I already knew that I had to act soon, the only question was whether I should do it drastically or discreetly. Considering my options, I decided on discreetly.

I'd have to get Bullet's trust first. But that meant betraying Matt in a way.

It couldn't be helped I guess. Matt was probably going to gate me for a while, but he'd come to see that it had been for the best. I guess I'd tell him about my plan.

Actually, nevermind, that's a bad idea.

Matt was too honest under lithium (which he was almost always on now), if I recall correctly. I groaned, I'd have a lot of pressure, but I'd always worked best like that.

I went over to the dingy shower and turned it on, making it too hot as usual. I stepped in and began planning.

The best strategy would be to get into Matt's position. He had Bullet's complete trust. I wished that I could just have the gamer do it himself, but he was still incomplete, he was still very vulnerable, and Bullet probably knew how to push his buttons better than I did. Therefore, that option was out; not to mention Jermane. I could see that Matt and the silent dark skinned man had a history. I wasn't sure what that history consisted of, but I'm sure it meant something to Matt.

I turned off the water and left the shower. Looking around the small room, I realized that I didn't have towel. Deciding to flaunt what I had, I left the washroom naked.

"Matt, wher-" I froze, looking at Jermane who just stared at me.

"Oh1 Towels…" Ripping my gaze away from the Jamaican man, I looked at Matt who was looking though the drawers in his dresser. Stripes flew everywhere as he looked.

"Found it!" he cried happily.

Again with the fake happiness, he must be on a stronger dose of lithium now.

He threw a towel at me. A green towel. A neon green towel. I raised an eyebrow at him after I'd caught it.

The red head only shrugged; waving as he left the room with Jermane following.

I had to move now.

"Wait!" he froze, I could almost feel his dread building.

He turned to me, eyes begging me not to say what I was about to. So Matt could read me. Maybe he wouldn't be as hurt then.

"I'll come too." Matt's eyes got bigger, he looked horrified. Cute, but horrified.

Jermane said nothing, just nodded and motioned for me to get dressed.

I pulled on my leather, half hoping to be found unattractive, half hoping to be more attractive than Matt.

Once dressed, I followed Matt down the corridor, Jermane following me. When we arrived in the main room, I wondered why Matt's room was so cheap in comparison to the lounge.

"Oh? Brought a friend?" Bullet teased Matt, looking me up and down.

Matt didn't say anything.

"Why don' ya' come over 'ere, blondie? We 'ave a job fer Cardinal."

This man did know we had names, right?

But I did as was asked, passing by Matt who was stiff as a board.

I hoped he'd forgive for this.

I went and sat beside Bullet, swallowing the urge to grab him and kill him with his own gun. It was hard, but I'm Mello, I'm fucking amazing, get over it.

I leaned back against him, Matt still gaping at me.

"Here. Hack 'dis." That was the first time I had heard Jermane speak.

He still had a Jamaican accent, but it was nowhere as heavy as Bullet's. Maybe they were related?

Matt sat on the couch next to me, laptop in his lap. He began to type fast.

His fingers danced along the keys; it let you know that this was his domain. He was so absorbed in this work, completely oblivious to everything. His anger or annoyance or jealously from before gone.

I had to say, it was funny to see the lazy gamer so focused on anything. At Wammy's, I'd heard that he had played video games all the time, but I hadn't cared then.

I didn't get it, why had we never talked before?

We could have avoided all this. I could have known Matt. No, I could have known Mail. I could have known his past. I could have had his friendship and companionship through all of my lonely years. I could have loved and had his love when I had felt down. I could have been there to stop his fall. To stop him from getting to where he is now; I could have supported him.

I could have had all the things I want now.

I could have had him help me catch Kira, I could have known his past, but most of all, I could have had his trust.

But that didn't matter.

I'd have all those things eventually.