By the time we were out of the club, Jim's five bodyguards were on our tail, who are 'we' might you ask? we are a fucked up blond with every meaning of the word, and the redhead that without warning dove in, and grabbed my hand pulling me out of the club, trying to save the day, and by no means did he do that, he just made it worse, at least if he left me there I would have been raped, beaten then I would be set free, but now, I will be tracked, raped, beaten, tortured and killed just like it will happen to him.

I was pushed to a wall, in a nearby alley , one I recognized as the one I was first fucked in since the damned scar, it was a narrow alley about one and a half meters wide, the redhead's body pressing on mine, no space between us, his both hands pinning me by the arms, almost impossible to see us because we were in the shadow, hidden from the light poll placed in the corner. He was looking at the end of the alley obviously worried about the men following us. I see their shadows walking past the alley talking with each other.

"let's go grab the cars, in the back" one of them says, and I hear footsteps disappearing, going toward the other direction. The geek peeks to see if they're gone, then he turns to me and whispers "we can go to my car before they catch us" he then takes my hand in his and we make our way carefully to his car, instead of leaving after we got in the car, he asks me to duck, so we both did, for about five minutes until the two black cars that belong to the bodyguards reached the end of the street, that's when he said it was safe to go.

He took off in the opposite direction of Jim's men and none of us said a word, I kept my eyes on him while he drove, he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel nervously , glancing at me from time to time, I opened my mouth to ask where we were going several times, but I hesitated and kept quiet. Why the hell did he punch Jim? Why the hell did he pull me out of there? Why the hell would someone I barely know do that? Why is he not running away on his own? Did he have something against Jim? Is that why he did it? Or did he really try to save me? But why would he do that? The dude even left his friends behind in the club and was now driving to who knows where, he sighed then stopped the car and asked "where do you live?"

I was about to answer him but then I realized, Jim already knows where I live, I encountered him enough times that he decided I was his next prey, he attacked me once before, threatened me, and followed me to my house, but he didn't go further than that. But that's the thing "he knows where I live.." I say more like to myself than to him, I expected him to throw me out not drive me home! I don't know where-

"do you have any place to go?"

I stop to think, not about his question, because I have no one, absolutely no one at all, but to think if I should really tell him that, it'll make him pity me even more, but if I go back now, I'm sure Jim will be there waiting for me. I sigh answering him "no.."

"it's settled then you're com-" his phone rang cutting him off, I heard screaming from the other side as he picked up "MATT WHERE ARE YOU ? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO? THE BIG DUDE IS PISSED OFF! HE'S LOOKING FOR YOU AND BLONDIE !"

"yeah well we're going to my place, you guys can keep having your fun"

"BUT IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY MATTYYYYY"

"yeah well..and stop screaming jeez ! oh-and Matsuda, if those guys ask you about us, don't tell them where we are okay?" I almost burst laughing at that, but remembered who he was talking to, and I started hoping the guy turns out to have a brain and listens to what the geek said.

What the geek said..shit! going back to his place, fuck I didn't think about that! What if he's someone like Jim? What if he 'saved' me just to do what the other wanted to do to me? What if-

"hey, I'm going to grab a pack of cigarettes, do you want anything?"

"chocolate" I answered before realizing it

" 'kay" he smiled at me, damn that smile! Is this how it's gonna work? Pity the ugly guy, rape and torture him then throw him out like he was nothing, well, I'm more than nothing, I'm a waste a space, of body, of everything, I wasn't always this way though, I had a life once, I was loved once, even though it wasn't the kind of love I wanted, it was love nonetheless, love for my body, the very body that is now used, torn, shattered, and broken, I can't even pick up the pieces anymore, I hate this pain, this ache in my heart, this question in my mind why me? Yes, why me? Why does every bad thing have to happen to me? People die every day, why didn't that happen to me after the explosion? Third degree burns, the left side of my face and neck, my left shoulder as well as my hip, for someone with so many god damned fans and friends, I kept telling myself to be strong because yes, I had people counting on me, I had to be strong for them, that's why I kept going, three fucking weeks, twenty one days, five hundred and four hours, thirty thousand and two hundred and forty fucking minutes, would you like me to tell you how many fucking seconds that makes? Because I counted those too, laying in a fucking hospital bed, a prison for a person like me, after the fucking shock of looking at my reflection in the mirror, looking at that image straight in the eyes, but not quite believing that it's true, thinking maybe I have died and gone to hell. Having to hear the nurses' whispers, their disgust, I almost don't blame them, because I happen to have the same thought as they do, we have a monster laying on the bed, yes, a monster, I was proven wrong, unfortunately I was still alive, three fucking weeks I tell myself to hold it together, just to crash down and break, how? The people I wanted to be strong for, the person, my so called best friend, three fucking weeks only one visit, a visit that sent a bullet to my heart, saying I should have died, rather than lived to be this abomination, the very best friend that said he couldn't even look at my face as I was just too much of an eyesore, yes, the same friend that spread the word about 'Mello going hideous and insane' how lovely..

I hadn't noticed the redhead come out of the store, he opened the car door, handing me a plastic bag, and taking his seat, taking off toward his home. That's how it always is with me, fucking self pity mode twenty four seven, I watched as the building flashed by, the light of the street almost overtaking the darkness of the night, I don't know what time is it, though I couldn't care less, I probably won't be sleeping tonight, whether this guy turns out to be a pervert or not.

We stopped at an apartment complex, be parked in an empty spot, got out and smiled at me encouraging me to get out, I did, not forgetting the bag he had given me. He locked the car then walked toward the building, we took the elevator and he pressed the fourth floor, the door soon opened and we got out, him taking the lead, he fumbled with the keys before inserting the correct one in the lock, opening the door, I walked in, and he shut the door and locked it behind us. He took the bag from me handing me six chocolate bars.

"I didn't know what flavor you prefer.."

"thanks" I give him a slight smile before unwrapping one of them and taking a bite of the addictive sweet.

"so um.. I'm Matt" he says

"I know"

"um..do you have a name?"

"of course I do" I answer taking another bite from the brown bar.

"um..will you tell me your name?"

"sure thing" I answer, keeping myself from moaning at the familiar taste of chocolate, he sighs and sits on a brown couch situated in front a large TV, I sit down next to him not really paying attention to anything other than the task at hand.

"What's your name?" he asks taking a controller from the ground and turning on the TV and Xbox.

"Mihael" I answer honestly "but don't call me that, I go by Mello" I tear my eyes from the heavenly bar in my hand to look at him, sending him a smile, he glances at me then turns back to his game grinning. "Nice to meet you Mello"

"you too..Matt" I answer taking the last piece of chocolate in my mouth, and holding the wrapper in my hand looking for a trash to throw it in. "that was fast" Matt says still playing "just throw it anywhere, the place is already messy" I look at the ground where there were two empty noodle cartoons, I throw it in one of them and fall back on the couch relaxing on the soft cushions, a yawn escaped my lips. "It's late" Matt says pausing the game."I don't have a guest room or whatever-" he starts but I cut him off "the floor is just fine, I just need a blanket and a pillow"

"I have those but you're not sleeping on the floor, and the couch is-"

"the couch is fine then" I once again cut him off.

"no, believe me, I tried sleeping on it, it's not comfortable for that at all" he continues, standing up.

"where then?" I ask curious.

"you can take my room, I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight, and if I do it'll be later.." he trails off giving me his hand, I take it standing up and following him to the bedroom, my hand still in his.

"You can change in these" he says motioning for dark blue pajamas placed on the bed, he then removes his hand from mine, opening a drawer in the night stand and taking out a tooth brush still in its new plastic cover "you can have these too, oh-and the bathroom is right there" he takes a few steps toward a second door, opposite to the one leading to the living room "if you need anything I'll be outside in the living room, he smiles at me, then walks heading out "thanks" I tell him, and he turns grinning at me "no problem" he says stepping out and about to close the door, "happy birthday" I tell him, and he reopens the door just a crack for his head to peek inside, he flashs me a toothy grin "why thank you Mello..goodnight" he says closing it the door behind him.

Somehow I know no matter how much time I will get to spend with the redhead, it sure will be interesting.

Long and boring author note:

OKAY..CHAPTER TWO DOWN,WHO KNOWS HOW MANY ARE LEFT..so thanks everyone for the add to favorites and alerts, I mean that was fast XD and this one is written because I had nothing else to do, ( of course there's homework but who does that anymore? =p ) anyway review and tell me what you think =)

Ohh and here's a question for you: in an MxM fic who would be uke? Mello or Matt? (what do you like more? This is irrelevant to the story, just an argument I had with somebody and I wanna settle it =D )