Author's Note= The Parts that are in italic are important! The rest is just my rant ^^"

=O Oh my lord, she's alive! ^^" Yeah, sorry about the wait, it's not acceptable. =/ But yeah, here's the 16th chapter. There is one more after this one, then the Epilogue, which I may or may not include, I'm not sure I really like it anymore... The sequel hasn't been started yet because I've been busy writing my own original fiction. Sorry, about that, but yeah. ^^"

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Song For This Chapter= Nervous Breakdown by Hawthorne Heights

Matt's POV

What the hell was Mello thinking? Well, I knew what he was thinking; but it was ridiculous. Why couldn't he just stand back, and let me handle this? I was in the perfect position to get rid of Bullet. And I would.

Everything was perfect; here I stood, with Bullet staring down the barrel of my gun.

"Are ya' really considerin' try'na' shoot meh'?" Bullet had a smirk on.

"Yes! You need to let Mello and me go!" my voice wavered in ways I didn't want it to.

"An' yer' gonna try ta' use t'at ta' make meh' let'cha go?"

"Yes!" I was beginning to doubt myself.

No! I couldn't doubt myself; I fired a warning shot into the wall behind Bullet. I winced, feeling panic setting in.

"Ya' won' shoot; the sound freaks ya' out." I trembled; he was right. "If ya' put it down, I'll give ya' another chance ta' make it up to me."

My hands trembled and I dropped the weapon by accident. I froze, now unarmed.

I bowed my head and dropped to my knees in defeat; showing my acceptance of the punishment.

I'd had my plan in action for several days, it had been working exactly the way I had predicted. Matt was now more of a hacker now, The Bl00derz took full advantage of his talents. Apparently I was preferred as an ornament because I was more provocative.

I sighed, plopping down on the bed. Matt was on the other side, sleeping. Or, well, he had been sleeping, now he was awake. I knew because his breathing was slow and deep, how someone would breathe when they were asleep. If that someone wasn't Matt, the gamer always took quick shallow breaths when he slept, as if he was having a nightmare; I didn't know exactly why.

Though, over these past few days I had learned that the only thing that eased Matt's hate, was the thing he loved to receive from me. I swear, affection was the key to everything when it came to Matt.

So I crawled over to Matt and snuggled my head into the place where his neck and his shoulder met.

"Did something happen?" he asked, giving up his façade of sleep.

"Does something need to happen for me to cuddle with you?" I pouted.

"… No…" He surrendered to the part of himself that craved my attention and affection.

He gently turned over to face me. He didn't have his goggles on, so his eyes burned into my own. His red hair was in disarray as usual. I snuggled close to his Adam's apple, rubbing it with my nose, knowing that it aroused him.

"Doesn't your ass hurt?" he was confused, and now I was too.

"No… why would it hurt?"

"Because it's been getting pounded in by Bullet?" Oh…

"No… it doesn't." after I spoke, he stiffened.

"…" he stayed silent, I assumed that meant he was upset.

"Matt?" More silence. "Matty?" I whispered, trying to coax him.

"Don't call me that." He grunted.

"Mail…"

"… Yes?" Bingo.

"Don't be mad. It's for both our goods, okay?"

"… okay." He whispered and kissed my hair.

I think he wanted to believe me. Wanted to believe that I wasn't betraying him, that I really had no intention to hurt him, and all intentions to help him.

That was only half true.

I did mean well, for the most part anyway. The other half of me wanted to see him break again. See what Bullet found so entertaining about playing with Matt's sanity. And I was beginning to understand.

Matt was 'easy' for Bullet to read. And that was probably Matt's intention. Or had been; because I'm sure that at some point, Matt had partially merged with the side he had 'created'. Changing his personality and rearranging his thoughts and priorities. Overall messing him up; breaking him, making him so confused that the 'new Matt' he had created for Bullet ruled over the 'old Matt'.

How did I know? That's what happens at Wammy's; it's happened to everyone. And I was beginning to think that the 'new Matt' was actually a part of the 'old Mail'.

This diverted all Matt's previous emotional and mental progress that Wammy's had given him, also bringing back memories of his childhood.

I didn't need this right now, no, I needed to get out of here, and quickly.