Author's note: Okay, sorry this took so dang long and sorry it's so short! THANKS TO THOSE OF YOU WHO REVIEWED. I appreciate it greatly! It's what keeps me going.

Warnings: Maybe OCness, Mello's foul mouth, and my horrible story writing...I think that's about it...

Disclaimer: Me no own Death Note!

Mello, noticing the absence of vigorous typing, went back into the living room in search of his red haired partner.

The shooter walked into what seemed like fog, but his nose told him otherwise… cigarette smoke. "Matt!! Why are you smoking in the house again?! When I find you I'm going to fucking kill y-" The blonde stopped abruptly when he saw a notebook lying open, among other things, on the legless coffee table by the couch.

Mello picked it up.

Matt's handwriting.

He scanned through the sloppy note, but read thoroughly through its contents again to make sure he was reading correctly.

"He's gone…?!" Mello asked himself in frustration. The blonde slammed the notebook down and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

"Agh!" Mello screamed, kicking a chair. The force of the kick sent the unfortunate chair flying into a nearby table, nearly knocking the table over. In his fury, Mello shoved the table over as well.

All of the table's contents joined the other various items that cluttered the floor. The shooter lowered himself to the ground and rested his back against the wall.

"Matt's right…idiot! Ugh… I'll have the find a new hacker… he forgot that he's my hitman too… agh!" Mello picked up the notebook again and started to reread the note.

"Why wouldn't he think we were friends? And what the hell does he mean by 'I guess you don't like me as much as I like you...'? Is that a joke or something? He said it as if he… is in love with me or something!"

Mello was shouting at this point, not bothering to lower his voice for the sake of the other people in the apartment complex.

The blonde snickered to himself, a cold and almost sad sound. "Loves me? What am I thinking? Me? With this hideous scar? With my attitude that just pisses him off and makes him want to strangle me? Yeah right, great thinking… and I'm supposed to be a genius?! He proved my point; he got so fucking sick of me that he left…!"

Mello brushed his hair back with his fingers, his nails scratching and digging into his scalp. The shooter sighed.

"Okay, okay, new techie…" He mumbled as he pulled out his phone in popes that someone in his mafia would be decent with hacking and technology… though he could never wish for a better hacker than Matt, because Matt was the best, no, is the best hacker in the world.

The blonde dialed a number and a male's voice answered after a few rings.

"Find someone with decent hacking skills." Mello commanded.

"What happed to the other hacker? Don't tell me you killed 'im!" The male voice asked.

"No, I didn't kill him, but it's none of your damn business! Do what I asked!!" The blonde hissed and hung up on the man.

Mello found it hard to work on any cases without the constant clicking of keys on a keyboard or random comments from Matt or Matt occasionally showing Mello some information he found. Mello found it especially hard to choke down the pathetic dinner he had made for himself… Matt usually did the cooking.

"Oh for god's sake, Matt, where are you?!"

Matt pulled into the dark garage. This was one of the mafia's private garages, so he figured his car would be somewhat safe and hidden.

The gamer got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Shoving the keys into his vest pocket, Matt walked out and onto the street. He punched a code into a small box over to the side of the threshold and the garage door slid shut.

"Goodbye my baby!" Matt called cheerfully, contrary to his mood, to his car.

The redhead flagged down a taxi and climbed in.

"To the airport." Matt ordered nonchalantly; the taxi started moving down the street.

Thank god I'm not in Japan… I can't speak that damn language…! The gamer thought, truly grateful.

The cab pulled to a stop in front of the large building; people were bustling about, all looking like they had somewhere important to go as they carried their suitcases and bundles around.

"Thanks dude." Matt said. He handed the driver some cash and got out.

The redhead smirked as the cab drove away. Matt rubbed his lips with his first two fingers to think. (Yes, Matty and his odd ways to show he's thinking!)

"Hmm… to New York… now, whose luggage should I stow away on for the trip…?"

Music I listened to while writing this:

The Walk by Imogen Heap

Clowns (Can you see me now?) by T.A.T.U.

Thirty Minutes by T.A.T.U.

Bird and the Worm by The Used

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