A.N: Hi... so I was originally not going to update, but then I was persuaded...*cough cough Jacey* So...here it is. Excuse my bad grammer...

Mello's POV:

Rod didn't bother me again for the next few days, which I spent most of at home with Matt, working from our laptops curled up on the couch together. After all, if it wasn't necessary to go back to that hell hole known as base, or at least what's left of base, than why should I go? And plus, if I stay here, than that means I don't have to leave Matty

I think overall it's just better if I stay here…

I think everyone can agree with me, right?

Anyway, I was retracing our steps and going over the possible ways to bring that bastard Kira, who I now knew was the new L, down. I would make him pay for what he did. I will be the one to catch him, not that idiot Near.

God, Near. Don't even get me started on the little albino prick. I could spend days upon days naming all the things wrong with him. We may be working towards the same goal, but we would never be on the same side, not matter what.

I think I would rather die.

Matt was currently digging through the Japanese Task Force's current files, looking for ways he could corner Kira and find a way to get evidence that it really was him. But there were two main issues.

One: We had no way of contacting the officials without getting arrested ourselves, after all, it wasn't like we were doing this the legal way like Near was.

Two: I don't think any judge or jury in the world would believe that this teen was killing people with a little black book given to him by some insane shinigami with absolutely no style or tactic.

I'm fairly certain they'd put me in an asylum for even suggesting it.

So all in all, we were screwed.

I heard Matt yawn next to me, so I glanced at the clock and back. It was getting late. We'd been working for almost three days straight. I could tell I was getting to be pretty freaking tired cause all the words and documents I was trying to read were staring to blend together…..

"Mells…..I'm tired….." Matt groaned next to me, letting his head fall to my shoulder. All around our couch were piles upon piles of chocolate wrappers, soda cans, papers, notebooks, our shirts cause at one point or another the air conditioning had died for the fiftieth time, and other random trash like old half empty Chinese take-out cartons. Shit we would have to clean up later. Oh well.

I could get matt to do it.

However, at the moment, I think it was time for some rest. I saved everything, being very careful, losing a single document could mean losing our edge, before shutting off me laptop and setting it on the other side of the couch.

Matt looked lazily up at me as I shrugged his head off me and took his computer, also saving and shutting it down and setting it down on top if mine.

I didn't feel like walking all the way to our room, I think I would collapse, so I lifted him up a bit and lied down across the couch. He mimicked my actions and curled up beside me. We were both sound asleep in minutes.

The next time I woke up, I realized we had slept for over a day, and Matt was still going at it. I honestly didn't want to wake him. He looked so peaceful…..

And cute…..

But then I noticed the scars. Long, purple-ish blue and white scar lines deep and jagged that traced his chest in misshaped lines and imprinted the awful memories from that night just a few weeks ago. I wanted to curl up an die because of what those men did to him because of me.

Or rather because of his love for me.

I really didn't deserve him. he was too good, too perfect… I know he'd go to the ends of the earth and beyond for me. I know he die for me in an instant.

And that scared me more than anything else in the world.

I couldn't lose him.

Not again.

"I love you..."

Never again. I needed him more than anything else in the entire world, and I knew he needed me one way or another.

And that would never change.